Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209 
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Mar 3, 2017 15:50:06 GMT -8
Adrian led his mount on, determined to leave the previous area as quickly as possible. No doubt Vessian agents were scavenging the woodlands around the Hidden Cave. However, the duo were well into Barbarian territory now and they should be out of harms way - at least, as far as the Imperials were concerned. But despite wanting to move quickly, Adrian had to keep the pace easy too. Cerridwyn von Heschburg was pregnant after all... or that was the prevailing theory between the two. No longer was Cerri his only concern, but his child! It was such a tender thought, something that penetrated the depths of his soul and nestled itself there. It was a warming, almost unbelievable development, but it was definitely a welcomed one. Adrian simply could not get over the idea of having a child. Unfortunately, he kept quiet and did not openly discuss it - for these were terrible times with terrible consequences. "I'm gonna be honest with you, Cerri," Adrian started to say, "trying to find the Barbarians would prove fruitless. It's better to just let them find us." It was the truth. Adrian believed the Barbarians might not want to cause an unnecessary battle, leading to unwanted casualties. Chances are, the Barbarians were hiding and did not want to be found. Adrian decided it was better to just let the Barbarians find them. |
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Cerridwyn von Heschburg
Dedicated
Just a pawn.
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: 20
Physical Description: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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Height: 5'4" - about average.
Weight: 105-110 lbs
Hair: Curly, dark brown
Eyes: Very blue
Skin: Fair
Race: Human
Has a heart shaped birth mark on her belly that nobody knows about but her family.
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Clothes and Equipment: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wears the traditional garb of medieval ladies:
Kirtle (the outer gown) of fine fabrics like silk and velvet
Shift or Chemise (Undergown)
Girdle -(Belt, not shape wear) with a sheath for a jeweled dagger used for eating.
Sometimes she wears different head pieces such as:
Snood, cauls, barbs, etc
And footwear usually consists of slippers
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Registered: Nov 21, 2016 19:55:28 GMT -8
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Mar 3, 2017 17:28:44 GMT -8
"I hope they do not turn us away..." She continued to ride with Adrian so she could rest, for the morning sickness was hitting her hard and multiple times of the morning, leaving her tired and somewhat withdrawn.
The journey was somewhat rough on her as she was not used to it, but she was a trooper and did not make a single complaint in regards to that or the journey. Once they were able to make camp and had eaten, she moved to the bedrolls they kept together and set them up.
"Adrian, I am frightened..." It was the first time she even brought it up, but she really was worried for the future. She lay on her side and tried to relax while he did whatever it is he was doing. She hoped hewould soon curl up with her to comfort her. She felt like she had much to discuss with him while they journeyed alone.
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Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Mar 12, 2017 9:15:18 GMT -8
Adrian did what he could to help Cerridwyn von Heschburg with her ill bouts. Later, he began to relax by the fire for a while and then Cerri spoke up. "Frightened?" he asked, concerned. "About what, Love?" To be honest, he too was frightened; frightened that some bounty hunter or barbarian might spring from the brush and kill him and Cerri... not to mention the possible child. |
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Cerridwyn von Heschburg
Dedicated
Just a pawn.
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: 20
Physical Description: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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Height: 5'4" - about average.
Weight: 105-110 lbs
Hair: Curly, dark brown
Eyes: Very blue
Skin: Fair
Race: Human
Has a heart shaped birth mark on her belly that nobody knows about but her family.
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Clothes and Equipment: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wears the traditional garb of medieval ladies:
Kirtle (the outer gown) of fine fabrics like silk and velvet
Shift or Chemise (Undergown)
Girdle -(Belt, not shape wear) with a sheath for a jeweled dagger used for eating.
Sometimes she wears different head pieces such as:
Snood, cauls, barbs, etc
And footwear usually consists of slippers
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Registered: Nov 21, 2016 19:55:28 GMT -8
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Mar 13, 2017 7:33:00 GMT -8
"This whole thing... Will the queen take us in or will we be her pawns too? I do not want our babe to be exploited if he or she turned out to be Magi just like I am. They would have made me get a tutor to hone the magic to use for the empire, you know that, right?" She wasn't sure what to do, and it bothered her to no end that this was even a possibility. She was also sure that she was pregnant, her menses still hadn't come and she was sick every morning without fail. She also smelled everything like it was right under her nostrils, and started salivating at the thought of odd food combinations such as onions and honey. Mmmm, onions and honey... She lost her train of thought at that random thought.
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Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Apr 1, 2017 8:28:20 GMT -8
"I'm not looking to become a pawn, Cerri," Adrian reassured her. "And regardless of what happens - nothing will come between us and our child." Adrian spoke fiercely of the babe, a sign of his absolute loyalty to Cerri and his love for the unborn child.
"I should be able to provide the Barbarian Queen with valuable information, which should assist her in the war." He dwelled on what more he could offer. "Perhaps even provide constant aid and support as an adviser... or commander."
Shaking his head to dismiss the thoughts of war and politics, he turned to Cerri. "Have you thought of any names?"
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Cerridwyn von Heschburg
Dedicated
Just a pawn.
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: 20
Physical Description: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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Height: 5'4" - about average.
Weight: 105-110 lbs
Hair: Curly, dark brown
Eyes: Very blue
Skin: Fair
Race: Human
Has a heart shaped birth mark on her belly that nobody knows about but her family.
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Clothes and Equipment: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wears the traditional garb of medieval ladies:
Kirtle (the outer gown) of fine fabrics like silk and velvet
Shift or Chemise (Undergown)
Girdle -(Belt, not shape wear) with a sheath for a jeweled dagger used for eating.
Sometimes she wears different head pieces such as:
Snood, cauls, barbs, etc
And footwear usually consists of slippers
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Registered: Nov 21, 2016 19:55:28 GMT -8
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Apr 2, 2017 8:59:53 GMT -8
"I have had much more than enough of being a pawn." Her voice was slightly tired sounding by that point. She moved closer to him, settling her head in his lap and looking up at him. "I hope we have enough information. It is clear that there is corruption afoot. I am not sure what to think about all of this."
She took a heavy breath and moved on as well. "I am sure I am with child now. I have seen others with all of these symptoms... But I haven't thought of names yet. It is tradition for the father to choose a boy name... I think Rosaline would be pretty for a girl..."
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Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Apr 3, 2017 12:54:49 GMT -8
"Rosaline...". Adrian smiled. "Yeah, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." The former knight rode on with a warm feeling coursing through him. He imagined a beautiful baby girl in his arms. Rosaline.
"She'll live in a great castle, with the fairest handmaidens the land has to offer. And the knights will let nothing happen to my little Lady. She'll be treated like an angel."
Adrian smiled at the thought of a son. "And our son will be a great warrior, with the strength and courage of Konrad von Marschburg. I'll raise him to be noble and honorable, a true knight in every sense of the word."
The former Knight-Brother looked on into the wilderness. He thought about the situation he was in. No way he could give his son or daughter the things he promised. His encouraging demeanor became one of ambition and hate. "Even if it means tearing the Imperial banners from the walls of the Palace myself."
The man urged his steed on quicker. We can't find these bandits fast enough.
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Cerridwyn von Heschburg
Dedicated
Just a pawn.
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: 20
Physical Description: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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Height: 5'4" - about average.
Weight: 105-110 lbs
Hair: Curly, dark brown
Eyes: Very blue
Skin: Fair
Race: Human
Has a heart shaped birth mark on her belly that nobody knows about but her family.
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Clothes and Equipment: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wears the traditional garb of medieval ladies:
Kirtle (the outer gown) of fine fabrics like silk and velvet
Shift or Chemise (Undergown)
Girdle -(Belt, not shape wear) with a sheath for a jeweled dagger used for eating.
Sometimes she wears different head pieces such as:
Snood, cauls, barbs, etc
And footwear usually consists of slippers
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Registered: Nov 21, 2016 19:55:28 GMT -8
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Apr 4, 2017 9:34:54 GMT -8
"She does not have to have a grand castle to know she is loved." She smiled and found herself drifting off into another nap. At some point, he must have moved to a horse with her in tow unless that was somehow a dream. She did not quite remember getting on the steed, but we will roll with it.
She was ready to be done with the journey too, ready for a place where she could rest, where she could get safely through the pregnancy. Truth was, Cerri was nervous.
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Post by The Divine Empire of Vessia on Apr 5, 2017 8:26:11 GMT -8
It might be worrying to them to hear mere miles away the not so distant roar of drums, flutes, trumpets and voices in song. Even more so worrying would be the nearby rustle of twigs and such in the nearby woodland; a few torches and lamps could be made out from their glow, and perhaps even the nearby voices. 'Hey, Sarge?' 'Yes, Gefreitor?' 'Well, I was wondering why we were the ones stuck rustling through all this wood. My bloody boot is full of stones, needles are in my uniform, and a mosquito bit me right on the bloody arse!' 'Well lad, because the Captain said so. You'll come to learn that officers are always right, and if they're wrong they're still right. If he said go ahead of the rest to forage and find a campsite, you bloody well do it. Now pipe down and I might commend you to him; you might make Sergeant by next year already. Right now we need to be on the lookout. Savage buggers are all around these parts.' This seemed to calm down the complaints, even if the appeasement may have been a little exaggerated. They were most certainly getting closer and from their front; going back wasn't an option as that was where the rest of the men were coming from. If Adrian would get close enough into the thicker vegetation he might notice the badges on the men's shoulders identifying them as members of Legio V Augustgrad "Lieden-Korps." Even their silhouettes would reveal that they were fully armed and armoured.  |
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Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Apr 8, 2017 9:09:35 GMT -8
Adrian squinted his eyes when he heard a familiar noise... drums...instruments... Part of him hoped for some grand arrival of barbarian forces, but he knew all to well the musical cadence of the Empire. He immediately stopped his horse and said "Imperials," with quite a bit of worry in his voice. Eyes wide open, he turned to @cerri and pointed to a nearby area. "Get the horses over there, now!"
Adrian hastily, but quietly, helped Cerri lead the steeds to a secluded spot. It was in an inconspicuous location, or at least Adrian deduced. When they dismounted he withdrew his steel longsword and, placing one hand on Cerri's shoulder, forced them both to crouch and cut across the way to another secluded spot.
"Imperials," he said, "close. Multiple instruments: they have the numbers. Frontier territory: search party, or patrol." His voice was very military-like: direct and to the point. All those years being in the Order, the drilling and disciplinary training came out of him. He noticed this and turned to his future wife. "But we'll be safe," he assured her.
But would they? Adrian was trained, sure, but he could not possibly take out so many Imperials by himself... and with Cerri in tow? He lied to her. Lied to his daughter, or son's mother. But it didn't matter - not here, not now.
For the moment Adrian would remain hushed in the brush, holding Cerri's hand so as to ease her stress.
We must stay hidden...
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Cerridwyn von Heschburg
Dedicated
Just a pawn.
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: 20
Physical Description: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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Height: 5'4" - about average.
Weight: 105-110 lbs
Hair: Curly, dark brown
Eyes: Very blue
Skin: Fair
Race: Human
Has a heart shaped birth mark on her belly that nobody knows about but her family.
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Clothes and Equipment: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wears the traditional garb of medieval ladies:
Kirtle (the outer gown) of fine fabrics like silk and velvet
Shift or Chemise (Undergown)
Girdle -(Belt, not shape wear) with a sheath for a jeweled dagger used for eating.
Sometimes she wears different head pieces such as:
Snood, cauls, barbs, etc
And footwear usually consists of slippers
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Registered: Nov 21, 2016 19:55:28 GMT -8
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Apr 9, 2017 17:38:53 GMT -8
She heard the sounds that marked the approach of imperial forces. Oh, Gods! She did as she was bid, not arguing at all. She felt him push her down, but she went down willingly. She had to trust Adrian, she had to trust that everything would be okay. Swallowing heavily, she cringed at the cramps caused from the stress. Her face tucked against his shoulder as her breathing sharpened.
Cerri did not speak, there was nothing she could say. She began to silently pray that they would be alright...
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Post by The Divine Empire of Vessia on Apr 10, 2017 18:09:10 GMT -8
As the distant Legion was closing they would hear the music getting louder, but they would hear it coming from another direction; right behind them. The Singers were slicing through the thicket behind them with blades of all sorts, singing of blood and glory and the very nasty things they would do to enemies. The great refrain would come:
Wherever we go, we charge with blood-lust forward!
And thus the Devil Laughs along - Ha, ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha!
 The song got a little quieter as men got closer from behind them, to the point that one with a zweihander was right behind the two. He sliced some branches right above Adrian and even took some hairs from Adrian's head with the slice; his foot was even touching Cerri though he was for now oblivious to the two. "Oi! Valmir! Did you find anything?" he demanded, and the two Sergeants would start deliberating on what they had found. "It's a warm night innit?" the man above the two would ask adjusting a knee as the breath of the two made him feel like it was warm. |
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Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Apr 12, 2017 14:08:05 GMT -8
I will not kill these men. Adrian repeated this lie in his head over and over, as if it'd somehow become a possibility. It was a foolish thought to assume he could continue his life without killing an Imperial. Whatever moral code he may have had before was now in shambles, no matter how much he denied it. He was longer chaste; he was no longer innocent; he was a traitor, through and through. He looked over at Cerridwyn von Heschburg in those waning moments before the Imperials came closer to them. That was his future; not the Empire - Cerri. Fate had given him choices and he made the decisions. It would his guilt; the blood would be on his hands. He cast a quick "I love you" glance at Cerri and made his move. With incredible speed and precision Adrian drew a knife from his belt, turned and stabbed it into the gut of the man with the zweihander. As soon as he made this attack he quickly pushed forward and shoved the man off the blade, then made for his closest partner, aiming for a lethal neck blow. In this quick, unexpected attack Adrian would draw his longsword. Years of experience alongside the Brothers would flash out before the Vessians before him. It didn't matter what they knew, or what they saw, they would know that the man before them was none other than a Knight-Brother. Perhaps the reputation was enough to garner some advantage. If the men were taken aback and Adrian had ample time he would not hesitate in taking Cerri's hand and speeding towards the steeds. It was like retrieving hostages and prisoners back in Eastwick: he mounted his horse and brought Cerri up along with him. If this all went well he would lean over to make themselves a smaller target and try to spur the horse onward, away from the Imperials.[/i]
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Cerridwyn von Heschburg
Dedicated
Just a pawn.
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: 20
Physical Description: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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Height: 5'4" - about average.
Weight: 105-110 lbs
Hair: Curly, dark brown
Eyes: Very blue
Skin: Fair
Race: Human
Has a heart shaped birth mark on her belly that nobody knows about but her family.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Clothes and Equipment: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wears the traditional garb of medieval ladies:
Kirtle (the outer gown) of fine fabrics like silk and velvet
Shift or Chemise (Undergown)
Girdle -(Belt, not shape wear) with a sheath for a jeweled dagger used for eating.
Sometimes she wears different head pieces such as:
Snood, cauls, barbs, etc
And footwear usually consists of slippers
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Registered: Nov 21, 2016 19:55:28 GMT -8
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Apr 13, 2017 19:23:45 GMT -8
She put her hands up over her head and crouched lower. As a body fell right next to her, she gave a cry and squeezed her eyes shut, paralyzed with fear at the moment. She somehow ended up on the steed, crouched as low as she could on the way and practically being dragged. Once on the steed, she clung to the man who she considered her husband, pressing her face into the skin of his neck, assuming she was in front of him. He would be able to feel her trembling with the shocvk and fear of the situation.
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Post by The Divine Empire of Vessia on Apr 15, 2017 6:23:18 GMT -8
The first man Adrian stabbed toppled back a little but clutched at his gut, looking down at the wound. "'ere, them's me kidneys... The wife ain't going to be happy about this...." He said before finally falling to die. His late teen accomplice who was hit in the neck whimpered a little but otherwise went down noiselessly. Still, he was seen and there were now several lanterns and torches pointing at the couple. A man ran to the stricken soldiers and stared down. "Lukas, Dieter...." He looked up at Adrian and screamed lifting his halberd and ran after them. "You killed a young lad and a father! Two innocent men! You're going to hell for that but it's nothing compared to what I'll do! I will gut you and your little whore! I'll gut you I'll gut you I'll gut you!" He said, screaming. None of them called Adrian out by name, for they were too shocked to even think of the bounty. Still, two lighter headed men lifted their heavy crank crossbows and sent quarrels after the horse. The man with the halberd then stopped to think, dropped his polearm and ran back to th youngling killed to take his crossbow. He lifted it and took aim at the people on the now shot and soon to die horse; Cerridwyn being the one at the back was the obvious target because she was the only target due to his line of sight. "Auf Wiedersehen." He said now rather calmly as he slowly began to squeeze the trigger.
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Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Apr 15, 2017 10:32:57 GMT -8
Adrian had to ignore what the men were saying. A father? A son!? He would never forgive himself for this, and had he not been in the middle of such a situation he may have broke down right then and there. All that mattered right now was Cerri and the child. The Lady's face dug into his neck, and he could feel the onset of shock coursing through her. Dirt, leaves, and tree branches showered the air as the horse's hooves kicked away at the forest floor. Adrian tugged at the reins of the beast as they wildly zig-zagged away from danger. Quarrels whizzed by, causing Adrian's muscles to tense as he braced for their impact. A thud and the shrill of a horse's neigh indicated one of the bolts penetrated the steed's haunches, but the faithful companion pushed onward. "Auf Wiedersehen." Adrian would not hear what the man said, but he would know what he had done. A single crossbow bolt pierced through the air towards Cerri's right shoulder, but the constant motion of the steed could cause Adrian's own body to rise slightly higher and the bolt may alternatively pierce his right shoulder. (The bolt will most definitely injure one of the two (or both!). I'll leave it up to Cerridwyn von Heschburg to determine who gets hit!) |
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Cerridwyn von Heschburg
Dedicated
Just a pawn.
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: 20
Physical Description: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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Height: 5'4" - about average.
Weight: 105-110 lbs
Hair: Curly, dark brown
Eyes: Very blue
Skin: Fair
Race: Human
Has a heart shaped birth mark on her belly that nobody knows about but her family.
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Clothes and Equipment: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wears the traditional garb of medieval ladies:
Kirtle (the outer gown) of fine fabrics like silk and velvet
Shift or Chemise (Undergown)
Girdle -(Belt, not shape wear) with a sheath for a jeweled dagger used for eating.
Sometimes she wears different head pieces such as:
Snood, cauls, barbs, etc
And footwear usually consists of slippers
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Registered: Nov 21, 2016 19:55:28 GMT -8
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Apr 19, 2017 10:56:32 GMT -8
She clung to Adrian, starting to shudder with fear. Oh please, Divine one, let us get through this intact... No sooner had she had the thought when she screamed in agony as the bolt went into her hip. She slid, started to topple, and scrambled to grab for Adrian's arm.
Scenario 1) If he was not able to stop it from happening, she would hit the ground with a sickening thud. She would lay there, prone, the sights and sounds hazy before she lost consciousness. The darkness would envelope her and she would be blissfully unaware.
Scenario 2) if he did stop it from happening, she bit her tongue and tried not to cry, for the pain was intense. Sweat popped from her brow, and she was stiff against him.
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Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Apr 19, 2017 13:48:36 GMT -8
"Cerri!" Adrian's voice wavered; he might not have seen it, and he may not have felt it, but he knew the bolt struck her. His heart broke and his body fell weak, tears welled up in his eyes within an instant. He attempted to catch her but in his state of shock he fumbled and down she fell. He yanked hard on the horse's reins, bringing it to a near-instant halt and jumped down from the steed.
He fell to his knees, bringing his arms around her prone body as if to cradle her. Then the quarrels came once more from the Imperials, bolting over his head at nerve-racking speeds. "Stop, stop, stop!" he cried out in anguish and worry, covering Cerri's body with his own as best he could. "I surrender, I surrender! The Witch-Hunters can have me! Take me before the Emperor, I submit to my crimes! Just get the Lady to safety!"
Adrian's gut wrenched. He hated surrendering like this, but it had gone to far. Here he was, a knight fallen from grace, slumped over this noble lady, covered in blood and dirt. There was nothing he could do to help Cerri. Tears welled up in his eyes and his voice wavered. "I surrender..." he said softly, cradling Cerri's body in his arms. He only hoped that a priest was nearby, not only to help Cerri - but to help the two men he had attacked just earlier; with care, a priest might be able to save them from death.
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Helmut van der Minnenstein
Established
Kreuzziger
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 49
Physical Description: Tall and not particularly bulky at 6'9 he looks older than he is with scars and injuries rampant. His hair is a blond-brown amalgam that with its near perfect care seems out of place on him, like an expensive wig nailed to his skull. His eyes are a soulless grey and he always has a sharpened chain digging into both thighs.
Clothes and Equipment: A side-sword of a rare metal known as "hagbane silver" is his weapon of choice, although he carries a clerically blessed splitting axe and repeater crossbow (with a goat's foot leaver for heavier single shots on top). He wears greaves, vambraces, elbow shoulder and knee plates with leather under all, and sometimes brings a large hooked buckler with himself. If needed HE carfies smokebombs, and ones of irritating effect, usually from modified garlic concentrates. He will almost always carry at least two smaller hand crossbows, their long and extremely heavy cranks more than compensating for their small size. Further changes to his gear depend on his current situation.
Registered: Nov 14, 2016 12:53:59 GMT -8
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Post by Helmut van der Minnenstein on Apr 19, 2017 14:50:53 GMT -8
The bloodthirsty men ran forth with several making sure that the horse was in fact dead, while the rest surrounded Adrian and Cerri, a few laughing while others were growling. The man who fired the crossbow bolt was among the growling variety, walking over to Adrian before sticking the same knife Adrian used on the other soldier into Adrian's gut. "Don't worry, we'll keep it in for now so you don't bleed out; we want you alive... for now!" he said before hitting Adrian hard on the head with the mid-point of the handle on a heavy mace to give him a solid and quite painful concussion. He squatted down and tapped Adrian on the cheek with an exaggerated smile. "How's that for anesthesia?" he asked rather jovially, to a series of giggles from the men who were laughing quite sadistically. Resting the somewhat bloody mace on his shoulder he strolled over to Cerridwyn whilst whistling happily. Suddenly he ducked in to yank out the bolt from the injured girl with little care for the procedure being painless, and then threw the thing to the side. "I reckon she doesn't need any of our anesthesia, not yet anyway." he said, though he did provide her with a quick under-handed slap.
A few moments later, he looked up to a quick whistle from one of his comrades and grumbling stepped aside. The Witch Hunter who the couple had to deal with earlier was striding forth triumphantly, also giggling under his breath. Each step was extended as far as possible and he had his hands behind his back as he surveyed the scene. "Liedenkorps did not let me down, did they?" He asked, to a quick "nosir" from the frightened men. He snapped his fingers and in a millisecond spun to face Adrian and Cerri. "The law catches all, as it is now catching the traitors you had come with. You may or may not be pleased to know that their sentences will be almost universally execution via working to death." He squatted down and lazily began sharpening his sword, humming the same tune as the soldiers. "Do you know why the devil laughs along with the soldiers? Not because we are fighting for him, no. It is because we send his spawn to him, that being you." Again his hand darted to have the sword awfully close to ending Adrian's life. "Now, first you'll say sorry as a sort of payment for me ending you quickly, then you'll beg for the mercy you shan't get so that she might get some... understood?"
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Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Apr 19, 2017 15:53:52 GMT -8
All sounds and sights around Adrian vanished, disappearing into oblivion. His breathing was slow and methodical; tears welled in his eyes, but he made no movement. Even when the man stabbed him in the gut he did not flinch, for he was broken; finished. The mace hit him in the head and he was close to blacking out. He could die here and it would not phase him. He accepted his fate, his actions, and his consequences. So focused was he on Cerri, knowing it'd be the last he'd see of her, that he did not even look up at Helmut. -</\>- In Cerri's blissful state she came into a dream. Images of Vessia flashed before her eyes, taking her to faimilar landscapes and great halls, and then moving to places she had never visited. It was all ablaze, with fire, smoke, and corpses sprawled about. The moving image shifted and carried her across Swavia, past wounded Imperials and through the ranks of Barbarians. She was cast through dense forests and forgotten alcoves before spanning across the northern seas. In the distance she could make out more fire and smoke. Vessian settlers, colonists, and traders had been executed by strange warriors. Children were bound and loaded onto covered wagons. The vision shifted away, heading deeper into the mysterious forests of that northeastern province, until she came upon a valley, whereupon a vast army was assembled. Strange chanting and war cries echoed in her head as barbaric horsemen whipped foreign slaves, who toiled away to their death. An image of a blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty flashed before her before everything faded to black... -</\>- Adrian groaned in pain as the knife fell from its wound and onto the ground, covered in blood. And then, to his surprise, his wound started to heal. Nearby, where the father and son lay dying, their wounds too were healed and their breathing returned to normal. Adrian's head, wrought with pain by the man's mace, found itself devoid of all ailment. Someone had cast a healing touch upon him; he had seen it done many times while on a crusade, where the injured were treated by priests, nuns, and monks. Helmut and the men of the Liedenkorp would observe a blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty step from behind a nearby tree. A white silk robe hung from her shoulders, and a black cross hung around her neck. Whether the men were devoted Angelists or not, they'd recognize this woman's divine and pious nature. She was an Angelist no doubt, but from a land far away. "I come here with a warning," she said determinedly, eyes fixed on Helmut. "But I see this: a knight who takes no heed of his vows - and a Witch-Hunter who does not deserve his title... and I wonder if your people are worth saving." The woman sighed and looked down at Cerri and then at Adrian, whose strength was restored. "A powerful enemy grows in the east, and before long they will be upon you. My own people suffer a fate worse than death, and I do not wish for the same to happen to you. Now, more than ever, you need to stand together. The Brotherhood is broken, without a leader. They need you, Adrian von Heschburg. Take them east and meet this devastation before it reaches your people." She looked up at Helmut. "And you Witch-Hunter, you still have a part to play. This man," she told him, referring to Adrian, "is all that stands between you and annihilation. You owe him clemency; the charges against the Lady are false, and you know this. His heart is just, and his actions are just, but this path is not his destiny. Take him back to your Emperor, baptize him in the name of the Lord, and set him on the right path." The mysterious lady motioned her hand to Cerri. "The Lady knows of the danger I speak of. I suggest you listen to her." She started to back away slowly before ultimately fading into obscurity. "Praise the Divine One, and make your choice... Witch-Hunter..." |
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