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Post by Splinterback Raiders on Apr 17, 2017 12:08:16 GMT -8
 In the plains that were once part of Fareen, there are many desolated villages. The ruins of the villages will be commonly found wandering the dry plains, being taken over by massive bramble. The bramble is thicker than redwood trunks and the thorns are taller than a man, sprouting from the hills over time they have even become forests of spikes. The people who do live around here still are in fear of mutant raiders that live in the thorny dens. Created from the same magic that made the World Scar, the Quilboars are hog-like humanoids with porcupine-like bristles on their backs. The simple barbarians spend their days digging into the hills or pillaging the few towns that remain. |
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Megan Zachurr
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Apr 17, 2017 12:20:49 GMT -8
Megan Zachurr along with Raulio Fletcher, Hansel von Dietzhoff, and Michael Zeliph are journeying west to explore and chart maps, after days of travel the forest begins the thin until it becomes nearly barren. The terrain becomes more hilly and brown instead of the greenery that makes up Ao territory. It has been some time since the party has rested and night was not far. The unique vegetation that make up the zone become more prominent as they advance, the mass of the thorny plants was awesome and intimidating. Megan held her staff Eulux, attempting to detect magic as they traveled, but was so far not finding anything out of the ordinary. |
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400 
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Apr 17, 2017 14:39:22 GMT -8
Despite not having a bloody clue where they were going, Hansel made sure that he walked at the front with his shield stuck out. He was quite heavily encumbered but on the other hand the Choir of the Saints gave him strength to keep at the task. He didn't chat much, not taking the "love triangle" jokes very kindly, even if he recognized that they were in fact jokes.
As they got further along Hansel walked along with his hand on his sword; no point taking it out if danger wasn't particularly imminent but one never knew, and thus he took the simple precaution of being ready for battle. He too kept an eye out for things out of the ordinary with his missing eye and it's magical sensitivities but that probably would not be enough. As such, he pulled out his flag and wrapped it around his wrist knowing that it would burn with a black flame if magic was close and could even vaguely sense danger.
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Raulio Fletcher
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Clothes and Equipment: A white jacket and pants, a tool kit, a lyre, a notebook and pencil, and a pouch of coffee and green tea candy
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Post by Raulio Fletcher on Apr 17, 2017 19:53:09 GMT -8
Raulio, being the unbalanced gentleman that he was, did not seem to mind the travels at all. His overly artistic brain, which seemed to have its very own supply of caffeine at this point, was busy taking in the sights and processing them into possible works of art.
"Thorns, thorns, perhaps a relief of thorns, oh but with thorns sticking out. And at the center... doves, yes doves... nature... the unapproachableness of nature. Oh but surely it will require a better name than that." His mutterings would probably disturb Hansel more than Megan.
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Post by Splinterback Raiders on Apr 19, 2017 10:53:30 GMT -8
There would be no magic detected, at least not in the immediate area. Night was beginning to fall and nearby on the hills the group could see a few dilapidated homes that have been long abandoned, most of the ruins looked too damaged, but one was in good enough condition to make decent shelter from the cold night.
The ruins of the small village were totally ransacked by something, furniture smashed, huts burned. Dried blood stains could be found but the bodies that made them were nowhere to be seen. There were signs of struggle all over, anything of value was taken away or destroyed, in their place there were sharp Quills on the ground. The quills looked like those of a porcupine and were randomly scattered around the area, they measured to be almost half a meter long.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Apr 19, 2017 14:11:06 GMT -8
Paying a quick glance to the gibbering man Hansel strolled on finally deciding to pull his sword out. It seemed that the area was getting more and more dangerous and the abandoned village did nothing to reassure him. He lifted a quill curiously as they got closer, and then dropped it not really thinking it meant much - probably just decoration of whoever destroyed the place.
"With fire, but risk of being spotted, or freezing with little to no chance of being spotted?" Hans asked the group, looking side-to-side. Neither choice was very attractive for each had it's own risk so he left the decision making to the others in the group.
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Megan Zachurr
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Apr 20, 2017 11:01:36 GMT -8
"Me personally, I'm resistant to cold, but I dunno about everyone else." Being from Aaedan she metaphorically had ice in her veins, combined with her affinity to frost magic she was pretty much immune to cold. "I think if we go inside of of these buildings we'll be fine."
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Michael Zeliph
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Post by Michael Zeliph on Apr 20, 2017 19:32:25 GMT -8
"Which ever works for anyone else. I personally don't mind either or. Though I can provide warmth. So let's go with the not being spotted choice. I'll Make sure you guys are warm."
He said with a smiled, his hands on his pockets.
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Raulio Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 28
Clothes and Equipment: A white jacket and pants, a tool kit, a lyre, a notebook and pencil, and a pouch of coffee and green tea candy
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 19:52:13 GMT -8
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Post by Raulio Fletcher on Apr 23, 2017 20:02:07 GMT -8
"The cold is no concern of mine! Why with the right song I can inspire the warmth of a thousand songs in our hearts... though I supposed this would not serve us well in the stealth department... Hmm..."
Raulio thought for a moment.
"Whatever. I shall do whatever my sweetheart desires. If thou sayest the cold is no concern of thine, I shall oblige." He said with a flick of a wrist.
No, he did not normally have a Shakespearean style of speech. But when he was inspired (even by mundane traveling tribulations), it just sort of came out.
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Post by Splinterback Raiders on Apr 25, 2017 13:47:30 GMT -8
While they were discussing their next move, a large boar was running around the ruins snorting and digging around for food. This boar was normal for the most part, it was just as big as a horse.
A few miles away outside a bramble den, a band of Quilboar were gathered, about to go out to hunt. They Quilboar carried cudgels, spears and axes and were preparing their large hog mounts to ride out into the badlands.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Apr 26, 2017 11:47:44 GMT -8
"Tough gits eh? Well, that's fine by me." Hansel said as they went within. Without a fire they wouldn't be able to cook anything but then of course, there weren't any meals to be had, he reasoned. Just as he began to lie he became aware of a rather large boar on the site of the ruins. He smirked a little, and sat up. "I'm sure you know but I'll say it anyway, be quiet."
He slowly sat up and reached for his bow; it was a battered old thing with a string and wood so bad it was probably best used for fishing instead. Still, it worked and that was all that mattered. He had nothing in the way of poison and he wasn't a terribly good shot but it was close, he was strong and a stick with a bit of metal in it will make moving, or for that matter living quite hard. He took aim, and released the arrow at the beast before running out of the confines of the ruins with sword in hand to hopefully end it with a few pokes in the soft parts.
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Post by Splinterback Raiders on Apr 27, 2017 13:11:43 GMT -8
The boar squeals in shock when the arrow pierces him, instead of trying to run though, the large boar looks for what just hurt him and blindly charges to gore his attacker with his tusks.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Apr 27, 2017 19:16:06 GMT -8
Hans had read about foreigners doing similar things with bulls and laughed a little in enjoyment; he didn't particularly find pleasure in violence but this specific instance seemed rather entertaining. He ran at the beast forward then lunged forward and to the left sticking his hand out in the crucial moment in the direction of the animals snout; he was hoping to quickly finish it by getting the blade into it's brain. Of course, if he failed he would at least be still alive and have time to think of an alternative course of action. He didn't even bother asking for help despite being perhaps a little over his head, since he was having just a little too much fun.
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Post by Splinterback Raiders on Apr 27, 2017 19:37:22 GMT -8
"UUUHeeeeee..." The boar is slain, Hansel played it well enough to avoid injury. Upon closer inspection one would find crude markings made on the boar, made deliberately like a farmer would brand cattle, but the marking was not like marks civilized folk would make. Most boar in the area were marked similarly, as these were riding boar, this one often gets out of its pen.
The Splinterback Raiding Party has now set out into the plains on the backs of their snorting steeds, making a sweep of the area for anything worth taking and also locating the lost hog mount.
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Michael Zeliph
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Post by Michael Zeliph on Apr 27, 2017 20:39:17 GMT -8
Michael did a silent clap as he watched from in the ruins. He walked out and towards the boar and inspecting it. He saw the marking and looked at the size of the boar before he gulped gently. He looked over to the knight.
"Good work on the boar...but...those are branding marking...and the size of this thing..I do believe we may have killed a tribe's riding boar...and they are going to be pissed that we killed it..."
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Apr 28, 2017 17:29:42 GMT -8
Laughing and wiping a bit off blood from his scraped chin Hansel stood and triumphantly sunk his sword once or twice into the beast's back. "Meat's on the menu! 'course, we might be too but what's that to trouble us eh?" the lad said, dragging the animal inside. He looked to Megan and said "You're an ice mage, right? Freeze it, since we're not going to eat right about now anyway.
He sat down pressing his back against the wall and wiped the blood on his boot not wanting to get the white upon his clothing dirty. "It's their problem they let it loose. It was a danger and all, whoever it was. Besides, maybe it's just from the village ruins. If not I reckon this place is quite defensible if anything, nice cover and a rider is no good when there's a wall to sit behind. Sleep up!" he said cheerfully, putting his hands behind his head and half-closing his eyes.
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Raulio Fletcher
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Age: 28
Clothes and Equipment: A white jacket and pants, a tool kit, a lyre, a notebook and pencil, and a pouch of coffee and green tea candy
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Post by Raulio Fletcher on Apr 28, 2017 18:15:26 GMT -8
"Poor thing..." Raulio lamented. "But, I have it on good authority that their tusks make excellent material for crafting. Normally you make bits of jewelry, but with this specimen, you could easily make a great horn or flute."
He looked over the creatures curiously. He pulled out a small notebook and started taking notes about his appearance for his next novel.
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Megan Zachurr
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Post by Megan Zachurr on May 1, 2017 16:50:17 GMT -8
"Ey that's a big porker. Oh, yeah, I'm an ice mage. But we still gotta carry what I freeze." Megan looks at the boar, it was a lot of meat. "I mean, I guess I can freeze it all now, but it will take time to thaw even with magic, I'd hope we're gonna chop it up though..."
Megan thinks of how she could make things easier with creative use of her magic, maybe there could be a way to transport the whole thing if they wanted to, but she'd have to put in more effort.
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Michael Zeliph
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Post by Michael Zeliph on May 3, 2017 0:02:49 GMT -8
Michael walked upnto the boar and looked over it before two sword sized cleavers appeared on either side of him. He moved his right hand and the cleaver on his right side moved with it as he cut the stomach of the boar open and the inners fell out, creating a near gagging level smell around the body.
"Anything any of you guys want to do with the inners of the boar?"
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Post by Splinterback Raiders on May 7, 2017 19:44:47 GMT -8
Later in the night, the Quilboar raiders headed right for the ruins, following tracks of the lost pig. Their mounts were loud enough to be heard before they were close enough to search the area. If they saw anything living they'd charge it with intent to kill, and eat later.
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