Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142 
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Apr 30, 2017 7:23:46 GMT -8
Gothmog swayed slightly on his horse, pointing the lance at his opponent in rather poor fashion. The ramshackle lance swayed slightly in the breeze, and Gothmog took a swig of rum before settling into the horse. The point of the lance remained firm as he eyed his opponent, Raoul Ferdinand, watching what clearly seemed to be a man familiar with the lance, and Gothmog grinned. He didn't get beat often, but it was only good form to buy a drink for the winner afterwards. He spurred the horse forward and braced for the impact of the lances. rXMgcEjp1-201-20 |
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Forgemaster Epirus
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 45
Physical Description: Epirus is a Fire Elemental, with a build of approximately 6'4" and 290lbs. He is similar to a human in shape, save that he is covered in either fire or embers, depending on his state of activity. His head is perpetually wreathed in flame, and hus eyes are similar to pools of magma.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears specially tailored leather craftsmen gear, made from the hide of a fire drake to withstand the intense heat of his body. Perpetually at hip are the two large starmetal hammers he uses to forge and fight. They act as conduits for his considerable power, enabling him to channel into his creations.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 3:16:01 GMT -8
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Post by Forgemaster Epirus on Apr 30, 2017 7:54:33 GMT -8
Forgemaster Epirus watched the first round of the jousting contest with much joy, the prize for the competitors hidden beneath a massive tarp that occasionally shifted and snorted. Nobody was permitted to get too close to whatever was under the tarp, Epirus having secluded himself for days to construct the roughly horse-sized object. The festival was a phenomenal thing for his forgeworks, and several stalls had been set up by his smiths nearby to show off their wares. The whole city seemed happy, a refreshing change from the gloomy days of the war.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238 
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Apr 30, 2017 10:10:52 GMT -8
Nodding along, Naoki reflects for the space of a few moments before responding, "Mmmhmmm. It certainly does feel that way."
Truthfully, Naoki doesn't quite follow what Kate meant by that, and the rowdiness doesn't do it for her in the same way, but it seems like an appropriate thing to say. Seeing as how Kate seems pleased with things as they are and she's satisfied with this, Naoki sees no reason to make anything of it.
"Yes, he is: Ryden Greyiron, the Chancellor - one of my highest ranking officials. ... I'm sure he'll be fiiiiine." Waving one hand in a somewhat dismissive gesture, one might get the impression that Naoki isn't overly concerned for him.
"It ought to take more than a bit of jousting to do him in... the stiff-necked square that he is," she mutters. "And keep in mind, this is a jousting competition. Hundreds of eyes will be on him, and if something does happen, I'm sure there are healers around for just such an occasion. I doubt anyone will be permanently injured - I'm sure all of that armor they wear counts for something."
At this point, the registration process completes, and Ganymede announces the brackets. Naoki doesn't have any particular thoughts on the brackets themselves; Jousting is something of a binary sport, someone wins, someone loses, and it seems to her that it's determined primarily by one's choice in mount and aim with a lance. But perhaps Gothmog will end up knocking this other fellow clear out of the stadium. Considering the matter, Naoki isn't sure if she would find that to be amusing or appalling.
But then - here's Ganymede! Similarly, Naoki isn't quite sure what she thinks of this development, but regardless, there she is. Naoki doesn't seem to have any outward reaction to what Ganymede has to ask Kate, comfortable as she is in the state of her relationship with Kate, and only nods in greeting to the celebrity, not quite being within arm's reach.
As the jousts begin to take place, Lady Naoki watches over the edge of the seating area, making a token effort to maintain a semblance of stateliness for the public. Despite her lack of personal interest in the sport, she has yet to observe a jousting competition and supposes she'll be asked about it later. After the first few rounds take place, she applauds politely as she figures she is expected to.
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on Apr 30, 2017 10:53:45 GMT -8
The Joust proves to be entertaining! Raoul Ferdinand vs Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail -- First Round to Raoul As they rush forward, it seems that Gothmog's size works against him, and Raoul strikes the first point! So many had been sure that Gothmog would have smashed into the King of Prospernalia's face, but the rogue slipped in and manage to strike the first point of the Joust to himself! Toliver Wulfric vs Ryden Greyiron -- First Round to a Tie An unexpected turn out! Many new Ryden's face and visage, but they counted his age against him -- even though he wasn't so advanced in years considering the legends of warriors and the like, they had assumed that Toliver, so hale and hardy, would have been able to fell the CHancellor. Instead, each of their lances strikes true on the other, an explosion of wood and a crunch of metal sickening yet delighting to the ears of the crowd. Kaine Aislinn vs @eilagwen -- First Round to Kaine A close match, but there was a clear victor. Although Eilagwen's lance did strike and crack, it also glanced off the man's shoulder, leaving her with a lance that was still slightly-intact. Kaine's however, burst against her shoulder -- a clear point, and a clear winner of this round. They were all clear to charge again once they had once-more found their balance and new lances to charge. |
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on Apr 30, 2017 11:48:19 GMT -8
After the first pass, Raoul riding high on a surge of confidence. He had been concerned that his opponent was going to crush him under the weight of the blow, but luck and skill had carried the day. Clearly Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail was not experienced in this style of sport or combat, but there was something else at play. Some sort of good fortune turning what might have been a solid hit into a glance off of his armor. Regardless, there was no time to dwell on it very long. He accepted a fresh lance from the squire that ran it out to him and raised it to his opponent in a salute. When the signal came, he spurred his horse into a gallop again, couching the lance again. yLJRK|VY1-201-20 |
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Apr 30, 2017 12:30:33 GMT -8
Gothmog grinned and raised his lance to return the salute. His chest had taken the blow, and the bruise was coming fast. He felt no pain though, either due to extreme constitution or, far more likely, a general and constant state of inebriation. He spun around and raised the mast-lance once more, spurring the draft horse forward to take another go at Raoul Ferdinand. 0ZCntFX51-201-20 |
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 15:51:04 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2017 14:48:50 GMT -8
She cursed to herself as she turned her steed back around to her end, feeling the dull pain of the lance to the shoulder. She took a deep breath from inside her armor and let it out, shaking out her arms and her shoulders so that she'd be able to run again. The horse beneath her calmed, and she nodded to the attendant that she was ready for her second lance. Looking down the lane, she waited until she saw that Kaine Aislinn was ready to go again, then kicked her horse to a run, lowering her lance for the tilt. |FPZ|9sa1-201-20 |
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Kaine Aislinn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on Apr 30, 2017 15:35:26 GMT -8
Kaine had scored a solid hit on @eilagwen but he was not unscathed himself. The joust had been close and if he was going to win he had to give the next round his all. Ignoring the pain he quickly grabbed another lance from the squire before heading back to his starting position. Looking down the lane he saw his opponent give him a slight nod before the second round began, he nodded back and readied his horse. Then the announcer began the competition anew and they were off sprinting down their lanes until again they met in the middle and clashed._giI|zR_1-201-20
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Kelmaer Iridien
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Primordial.
Physical Description: Physical Appearance:
Kelmaer Iridien is a tall, bipedal male closely resembling a human but with several noticeable differences. The first is the colour of his skin; a dim blue, resembling a sky where night has not yet fully fallen yet dashed with a hint of purple. When exposed to sufficient lighting, Kelmaer's skin brightens with a white tinge that leaves him a light slate blue.
His second contrast are the three pairs of dark, dangerously sharp horns that exit his skull at various places; the first pair are the smallest, located just above his knife-tipped ears and follow them straight backwards so that their sharpened points are aimed to his rear. The second pair are the largest and located further up his scalp, their roots located where the front of the skull joins the side and like the first pair of horns they grow backwards over his head, yet this time with a curve. The third pair are medium-sized, located further inwards than the second pair with their base at the top of his forehead. These curve outwards and slightly to the side as they grow up towards the sky.
Other than these two main dissimilarities, Kelmaer looks related to both human and elf-kind, with a similar anatomical structure that suggests all three groups share a common ancestor. Kelmaer himself is a somewhat slender man, with very little body fat and a clear muscle definition that has been toned by some form of training or natural muscle mass. He is also tall, with angular facial features that are all-but flawless except a small scar above his right eyebrow. His eyes are a little on the small side with a golden iris colour and though slightly interrupted by his horns, his long and dark blue hair is able to grow down past his shoulders.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing and Equipment:
Though Kelmaer has very little issue in showing off his form, he often wears clothing to cover himself until considered modest. His most common items of clothing include a long, dark cloak that opens like a coat and is padded with leather on the inside and rimmed at the neck by fur. Though he tends not to wear anything under the coat on his torso, he does wear trousers that are similarly padded with leather for a little extra protection. Despite this apparent preference to avoid true metal armour, his forearms, hands, calves and feet are covered by vambraces, gauntlets , greaves and sabatons respectively; all of which have a spiked motif to match the horns on his head.
At his hips, a leather belt with attached straps connects to a pair of long blades with slightly curved edges and a satchel filled with strange flasks.
Registered: Jun 11, 2016 19:44:32 GMT -8
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Post by Kelmaer Iridien on Apr 30, 2017 15:49:15 GMT -8
Kelmaer was thoroughly enjoying himself, his tall form rising from his seat with the crowd around him every time a competitor was knocked or lanced from their horses and cheering loudly with strongly clapping hands. He had absolutely no idea who any of the jousters were, for even without their armour their names and faces would mean nothing to him, but he was looking forward to discovering which of them had the skill to be finalists. There was nothing but glory in rising from the rank and file to eventually finishing as the sole victor, though in the back of Kelmaer's mind he had to wonder how much that was worth in a sport as... Interesting as jousting.
He found jousting a strange game and had to ponder how many practical uses it had outside of the jousting stadium itself. It required courage yes, even strength and horsemanship; but the skills one had to master in order to be considered a 'good' jouster seemed specific only to the chevalier, if not even more so than that. Other than jousting itself, he doubted there would be many opportunities to finally put those learned abilities to the test and as the competition continued, the horned man began to secretly hope there would be a more foot orientated skill of arms to truly see who the greatest warrior was!
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Toliver Wulfric
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 26
Physical Description: A towering man at six foot six, laden with heavy muscle and features that seem to be chiseled from granite.
Clothes and Equipment: Sturdy leather armor with some heavy plates and a great sword. Standard traveling gear in his backpack.
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 8:52:06 GMT -8
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Post by Toliver Wulfric on Apr 30, 2017 15:50:11 GMT -8
The impact of Ryden Greyiron 's lance had been jarring though he'd managed to keep his horse, he'd also heard the satisfying impact of his own lance against the chancellor's breastplate. A tie! Not ideal but not bad in Toliver's opinion even if it meant their match would last a bit longer than the others since the goal was best of three turns. Returning to his side he passes the Chancellor and he gives the man a gracious nod of the head and a smile, though the man couldn't see it since Toli was still wearing his helm. Once he had his new lance the mercenary turns and readies it looking down the lane as he waits for the signal. Once it is given he speeds his horse down the alley towards the older man. 5fOsKUXZ1-20 1-20 |
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on Apr 30, 2017 23:37:39 GMT -8
Prospernalia's End Feast is Open! The Feast is higher-class than the rest of the casual atmosphere of the festival. Characters will be expected to show up, dressed to impress. There is no schedule, but instead a free-for-all for characters to attend and romance and eat and interact as they will. Specific characters have been invited, and have been appropriately tagged, but that does not mean that they are in attendance until they officially post in.
Please keep in mind that this is the last event of the Prospernalia, so all contests and games will have been done and finished by now!
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on May 1, 2017 4:45:26 GMT -8
The twin cracks of lances hitting breastplates still rang in his ears, and Ryden wondered if the Wulfric lad had the better of him as he brought Concorde back to the end of the lanes to re-equip himself. He was, after all, slightly smaller and much older than his opponent, and well out-of-practise now... Nevertheless, he had committed, and was now obliged to follow through, which he did as he turned his horse back to face the opposing jouster, raising his shield in salute to him before pressing his heels into the flanks of his mount, sending him cantering down the aisle, lance protruding and ready.
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 1, 2017 7:14:38 GMT -8
The Joust proves, once again, to be throwing some twists and turns! Raoul Ferdinand vs Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail -- RAOUL WINS THE JOUST! Raoul 2 - Gothmog 0Once again, it seems that Gothmog's size works against him -- at least in this arena where there are boundaries and rules. No one could say for sure that the King of Prospernalia would be able to take the lethal orc in actual combat, but for this game, Raoul soundly beats Gothmog, much to the entertainment of the crowd. [ Raoul and Gothmog do not have to post again. Gothmog is elimanated, Raoul wait for Joust 2 brackets ] Toliver Wulfric vs Ryden Greyiron -- Second Round to Ryden; Ryden 2 - Toliver 1The two men who tied in the round before squared off again, and oh--it was so close! But after the wood split and exploded and metal bashed metal, it was the Chancellor that had scored a sound hit, giving him the second point. For this joust, however, people are on their seats. There is to be only one more round, and if Toliver were to score the next point, they'll be tied once more! Kaine Aislinn vs @eilagwen -- Second Round to Eilagwen; Kaine 1 - Eilagwen 1It seemed the female warrior rebound nicely off of the first round, coming back to score Kaine squarely. Tied as they are, the next round will mean the championship for one of them, and losing for the other. Recognized as one of the men at the King of Prospernalia contest, Kaine had something of a following among the ladies of the crowd who call his name. They were all clear to charge again once they had once-more found their balance and new lances to charge. |
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on May 1, 2017 8:05:22 GMT -8
Genevieve stood at the fence up at the stadium, in plain sight, a spot of pastel color among the denizens of peasantry and civilians of Isra. Her hands rested gracefully on the fence's edge, and she watched with excitement bright on her face as Raoul Ferdinand tilted against Gothmog. She recognized him as the man who had flirted with her at a food stall, the man that she had "wished luck" to. It seems he had also won the King of Prospernalia contest? So the murmurs around her said. Good for him. Then, her blue eyes tracked Ryden Greyiron as he went in for his tilt against Toliver. She didn't even realize that her hands gripped the balustrade even tighter than before, turning her knuckles white as she held her breath and watched as they urged their steeds at full-speed at each other. A wicked crunch! A blast of metal on metal and wood cracking up the edge, and Ryden was the victor for the round. Genevieve clapped with the crowd, her heart skipping a beat in concern. |
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 15:51:04 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 8:32:27 GMT -8
She took Kaine Aislinn's blow, bracing against the impact even as she struck -- hard and true -- into his own sweetspot. It had given her the victory, but she still felt the dull, pounding pain of the second round through her body. Still mounted, she turned the horse back to where it was to begin. A stable boy brushed it down and tried to calm its heart, as the horse had to keep bursting down the fairway and into oncoming trouble. Eilagwen rotated her shoulder, as much as she could in the armor, and then nodded to the stablehand that she was read for her third lance. Visor down, she looked down toward Kaine, and when the signal was given, she road hard. If she lost, she was out. If she won, she was onto the next round. As the only female within the joust, she felt some sort of responsibility to do well, so she gave it her all. 0MxSNHml1-201-20 |
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 1, 2017 9:27:00 GMT -8
Raoul felt the impact of Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail ’s lance just before his own connected, and thought for sure, in that split second, that it was all over. But the mast glanced up and over rather than landing a solid hit and somehow he managed to survive crossing spears with the human ton. He dropped the remains of the shattered lance, standing up the stirrups and raising his arms over his head as he trotted out a victory lap. |
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Toliver Wulfric
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 26
Physical Description: A towering man at six foot six, laden with heavy muscle and features that seem to be chiseled from granite.
Clothes and Equipment: Sturdy leather armor with some heavy plates and a great sword. Standard traveling gear in his backpack.
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 8:52:06 GMT -8
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Post by Toliver Wulfric on May 1, 2017 13:37:21 GMT -8
Toli thought his second go down the lane was far better than his first as far as set up but the older man surprised him and managed to get in a clean hit damn near knocking the mercenary off his horse. Wincing slightly Toli can feel the beginnings of a bruise forming on his ribs but he'd not be deterred as he heads back down the aisle. Still, he'd not be deterred and the mountainous man readies his lance for another charge waiting for the signal before taking off down the lane.
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Kaine Aislinn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on May 1, 2017 16:53:01 GMT -8
The score was even now. It was anyone's game and the pains in his shoulder weren't helping. Grabbing yet another lance from the attendee Kaine readjusted his armor and steeled himself for the final joust. Again he was racing down the lane at @eilagwen , lowering his lance at the opportune moment. _ZgjBMRN1-201-20
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on May 2, 2017 5:17:52 GMT -8
Ryden came off than back of his second tilt feeling strangely elated, the jolt from the impact slightly numbing his arm. He had made a solid hit against his opponent, who had failed to contact him, leaving him as the winner of the tilt - something he was glad to see. It meant that no matter the result of the engagement he was about to go into, he would not be knocked out - rather, they would either end up with a tie, or he would advance to the next round.
As such, he waited for a moment at the end of his lane while being provided with a new lance, before turning his horse to face his opponent, pressing the heels of his boots into his flanks, and sending him cantering down towards Toilver.
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Ganymede Galaii
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The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 2, 2017 6:48:29 GMT -8
How interesting, the way the Joust played out.... With Raoul Ferdinand the winner of his first joust, only two others remained: Toliver Wulfric vs Ryden Greyiron -- Third Round to Toliver; Toliver - 2, Ryden - 2As the horses ran down each other, it was Toliver's lance that struck true, smashing into Ryden and making people cringe as they looked away. Still, that meant that the two men had tied, and the people murmured through the crowd as the way was cleared for the next jousters, wondering what Ganymede was going to rule... Kaine Aislinn vs @eilagwen -- Third Round to Kaine; Kaine - 2, Eilagwen - 1Once again, man and elf clashed, and it was man who pulled through, scoring a decisive win against the female elf. Ironically, it seemed as if the joust was meant for humans, as both of the other humanoid races had been knocked out in the first round. ____________________________________________ Ganymede leaned away from Empress Naoki and Kate Green, drawn away from the conversation as she instead conversed quietly with the steward who had been officiating the rounds and stacking the points so that everyone could see. She seemed to nod, and caress the man's face -- making him shiver -- before she stood upon her shaded dais and walked toward the balustrade, glittering in her golden suit. " It seems we have a tie for one round, and how well that works out for us!" Ganymede called, her accent light and dancing. " Toliver Wulfric and ... the good Chancellor Ryden Greyiron," Ganymede winked at him, " shall move on to the final round along with our King of Prospernalia, Raoul Ferdinand," much applause for the dashing rogue, " and Kaine Aislinn!" Applause for the young man as well. " Miss Eilagwen, you did well," Ganymede said to the only female in the joust, genuinely meaning it. Then her dark eyes landed on Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail. " Captain..." A little smile on her face. " You tried~" She sing-songed, teasing him much the amusement of the crowd. " Steward, call our next rounds," she said and moved back to take her seat as the Steward went to take her place. " The next jousts shall be
Toliver Wulfric vs Raoul Ferdinand
Kaine Aislinn vs Ryden Greyiron
Gentlemen," the steward said to the men remaining. " He who wins his Joust shall move on to the Championship to win 100 gold coins, and a construct of @epirus's own making! "The men were given a bit of a reprieve, to get out of their armor, eat or drink if they wanted to, stretch and walk our their beat up muscles and bodies. Their horses were changed out for fresh ones, and then, they would be called to tilt again! |
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