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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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 20, 2017 16:30:23 GMT -8
She sat up with a frightened gasp after the nightmarish images branded themselves into her mind. The woman from the dream was pacing about and warning of doom should these people continue their senseless fighting. "Oh Divine one, please deliver us..." Cerri moved to Adrian's side, took sight of Helmut and shook her head, "My lord... You will have your fill of those you seek to bring to swift justice. Adrian and I are no enemy. There are those who would make slaves of all of you, ply whips to the backs of loyal citizens of the empire."
She took the hand of her love, squeezing his hand. "I saw the empire in ruins, brought down by flames... Children chained like Dogs, my lord... Are you so focused on killing us for something we never meant to do? Aye, Adrian fell in love with me, but he did offer for my hand out of need for an heir as much as lover. And my father... He would marry a witch and you would ignore that to hunt us.... And now you have us and would kill us for simply loving each other when the rest of the empire will fall because you lost sight of your true purpose! We are not your enemy!!"
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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 21, 2017 17:36:35 GMT -8
The Witch Hunter kept his sword where it was, so close to sending Adrian to the fiery pits below but he bit his lip in contemplation. It disappeared as quickly as it had come out earlier and he stood up to scratch his chin thoughtfully. "And why should I trust either of you-" he began, but then cut himself off. He knew they would give a reason but he also knew whatever it was would not be certain, so he could skip that and go right to his judgement.
The new arrival was right, he bloody well knew but the law was the law! In a manner of speaking the internal battle between bits of Helmut's mind would be greater than any of the battles ahead but eventually he came to a conclusion. "Very well, you shall be taken back to the capital, and a force assembled. But I shall accompany you Adrian, and take your lovely bride along as hostage; besides, this will give you even greater fear of failure and you shall fight harder." He said in an overly cheery and obviously sarcastic voice. "Now get up you bugger, there's not enough horses for you and Liedenkorps can't give you any so you'll be walking until we reach the next town... I suppose the girl can ride along with one of the soldiers." He said, the final piece of humility coming out like a millennial volcanic eruption.
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