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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2017 9:01:18 GMT -8
Several miles of warm beach sands and cool, crisp sea air run along the southern shore of the island and around the west side - the east stopping at the Balerno Mountain range. The western side abruptly stops the easy slopes and becomes harsh, rocky cliffsides, making arrival via the west near impossible without having ships smash to pieces on the rocks.
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
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The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44 
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on Jul 19, 2017 7:10:17 GMT -8
Rafael's jaw was tight as he watched the men of his Rondi ship pull on the thick ropes to get the boat onto the shores of the coastline.
There was a deep gash in the side of the hull where the unseen Rocky shoals had almost sunk the ship. The captain and the first mate were currently ordering men about, salvaging goods, making camp, so on.
Rafael had his bodyguards near him, one standing directly behind him, the others lounging in the shade.
In the distance, he could see the Captain turn and look for the young Prince of Rondon, and come Rafael's way with a grim expression.
"This journey has been miserable since we left Baloncia," Rafael mentioned to his bodyguards. It occurred to him that his mother knew such a thing -- after all, the Queen of Rondon was a See.
"I'd call it lively, your highness," joked one bodyguard, closer to Rafael's age than the rest yet still with a good half a decade on the prince.
"We're beached, Your Highness," said the Captain, sweeping off his hat to address royalty. "I'll have my Carpenters work on fixing the hull, but we'll need supplies. My navigator tells me this is Erstonia of Helmfirth. And..." His voice trailed off, his tone turning even more grim than his expression.
"And what?" Rafael asked, his tone cautious.
"We had best tread lightly while we are here, Your Highness."
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Shenk
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Roleplay posts: 11
Physical Description: Scabs, sores, and pustules adorn the otherwise humanoid man's face and body, particularly over his right eye which is all but covered in the red infection. His skin is strangely pale, and his teeth are crooked.
Registered: Jul 19, 2017 14:33:52 GMT -8
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Post by Shenk on Jul 19, 2017 15:15:43 GMT -8
A short time after the ship was properly beached, a keen eye of any of the men on Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio's boat might see a strange figure slip out of one of the many caves etched into the cliff side. He walked slightly hunched over, and a bit slower than a person with purpose may. As he neared the boat, Shenk would stop and look up, taking it all in. He closed his right eye tightly, the sun hurting the disease-ridden orb in the man's skull.
Outwardly, Shenk appeared to be a normal human, save for the angry red scabs, pustules full to bursting, and open sores that covered his exposed face and arms. Clad in a simple tan tattered shirt (that at some point may have been white), and a pair of dark brown pants, he seems to have no weapons save for a short sword of dubious quality and a dagger sticking out of his worn-looking boots.
"EHH-HACK!" Shenk coughed, not bothering to cover his mouth as he looked up at the handsome ship with a hole in its bow. |
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
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The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on Jul 19, 2017 15:37:44 GMT -8
The warning by the captain had the guard directly behind Rafael -- Hector -- stand a little bit more at alert. The warning also did the same to the others that were nearby, and when Rafael let his blue eyes scan the beach to look at the Rondi sailors that had traveled with them, he could see that all of them looked cautious, constantly glancing at up and down the beach, moreso back onto land than they were onto the watery horizon they had sailed from. Hector made eye contact with two of the six guards that accompanied Rafael, and with a tip of his head, they nodded back and went to scout the area. "We should make our way to town," Rafael said, still in the impromptu meeting with the ship's captain and his guard captain. Both the Captain and Hector shook their heads. "We should stay here, Your Highness." Rafael frowned. "But won't the local gentry be upset if we overstay our welcome?" "These people are pirates and thieves," said the Captain of the Ship, Juan-Pablo, "and if they aren't pirates and thieves, then they're slavers or worse." His voice lowered an octave. "I have heard that they are not even human. That they are monsters who parade as almost human-like, but stare into their eyes too long--" "--They're mortal, and they can die like anything else can die," Hector, Rafael's Captain of the Guard butt in. He turned his intense dark eyes onto Rafael, who was frowning in gentle thought. "But because they're mortal, they can be just as dangerous as any of the men from home -- more so given they take no leaders and take no measure of mercy." Rafael was quiet for a moment and looked up at the sky. "Perhaps we won't leave for the city today, but once we've made camp, we'll make our way in the morning." Both of his captains looked like they were going to argue when a shout caught their ears. One of the sailors was waving them down and pointing to the shambling figure of Shenk in the distance. Although from this distance the Rondi sailors and crew and royalty could not tell just how foul of a creature he was, his unstable step and the coloring of him made them immediately wary. A quiet step through the bushes and one of the scouts Hector had sent returned. "It's not good," the man said quietly to those gathered. "He is covered in plague." "Fall back!" Juan-Pablo called to his sailors that had begun to set up camp. "To arms!" He ordered again, his own palm resting on his saber. Rafael reached for his own, but Hector was quick to stop him. "Stay back, your majesty." Rafael glared at Hector. "I can help," he insisted. "By staying back," Hector ordered once more as the other body guards near Rafael came to stand just a little closer, drawing their own blades as well. The scout drew an arrow, and released it-- -- the plume went striking into the sand seven feet away from where Shenk stood. "Come no closer!" shouted accented Common, thick with Rondi flavor. That was Hector speaking. "State your name and your business!" |
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Shenk
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Roleplay posts: 11
Physical Description: Scabs, sores, and pustules adorn the otherwise humanoid man's face and body, particularly over his right eye which is all but covered in the red infection. His skin is strangely pale, and his teeth are crooked.
Registered: Jul 19, 2017 14:33:52 GMT -8
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Post by Shenk on Jul 19, 2017 15:56:27 GMT -8
Shenk was surprised by the arrow, and took a single, unstable step backwards. He moved almost as a drunkard would after a night of drinking. It was then that he heard the call to identify himself, and state his business.
"My name?" he asked, with a laugh, probably not quite loud enough to be heard by Hector on the boat. His laughter quickly turned into a wet, hacking cough that sounded as if it would produce mucus from his chest.
"Shenk!" he called back, now loud enough to be heard by all. "AND MY BUSINESS IS THAT YOU HAVE A GREAT FUCKING HOLE IN THE SIDE OF YOUR BOAT!" screaming his vulgar retort triggered another round of coughing and hacking.
After he'd gotten his coughing fit back under control, Shenk slowly and shakily moved forward the seven feet or so to the arrow that had been fired in warning. He reached down, and grabbed the feathered shaft to pull it out of the sand. He examined it, looking at the head of the arrow. He gave the arrow a smell, and then held it close to his left eye - his good eye.
"And what's your name a business here?" he called back, as if the ship's business wasn't already apparent.
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
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The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on Jul 20, 2017 7:17:04 GMT -8
There was no response to Shenk's shout, although his expletive got some glances and raised eyebrows among the Rondi along the beach. The waves continued to gently roll upon the beach, the breeze continued to sway through the trees up the sandy slope, and sea birds continued to call, heedless of the tension that was rising on the backs of Rondi necks.
When, from a distance, they saw Shenk begin to stumble forward, it seemed most of the lot either dropped into defensive positions by Hector and Juan-Pablo's command, or they two a couple menacing steps forward, blades gleaming in hand. The scout who had 'leased the arrow fired another one, so as Shenk's hand was reaching down for that arrow in the sand, the next lodged right next to it -- another warning.
"We told you come no closer!" ordered Hector, even still as Shenk grabbed the arrow and brought to his eye as if he were just as heedless as all else that the air was growing so thick, it could be cut with a butter knife.
Rafael's blue eyes began to glow, only minutely, with a more brilliant blue until a hand was put on his shoulder. Another one of his bodyguards, armored like the rest, armed like the rest, and yet -- different. Virgilio. "Patience, Highness," he said quietly. "Let Hector handle this as far as he can, then I will step in if need be."
Rafael felt a spear of rebellion in his heart -- he was seventeen, had been a man legal by Rondon's standards for two years. He could protect himself, but he said nothing, his jaw clenching tighter. The glow lessened from Rafael's eyes, but it did not completely fade, his small defiance to the words of the mage.
"How many days?" Hector gruffly asked Juan-Pablo in native Rondi, the distance between the Rondi and Shenk too great for Shenk to pick up specific words (if Shenk had normal hearing).
"If we have enough undamaged lumber... three days. If we have to make use of the trees... a week," Juan-Pablo said.
Hector cursed beneath his breath. "Prayers to the Mother that we have enough lumber." He called out to Shenk, then, "Our ship was damaged! We'll fix it, and be on our way. Now -- on with yours!"
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Shenk
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Roleplay posts: 11
Physical Description: Scabs, sores, and pustules adorn the otherwise humanoid man's face and body, particularly over his right eye which is all but covered in the red infection. His skin is strangely pale, and his teeth are crooked.
Registered: Jul 19, 2017 14:33:52 GMT -8
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Post by Shenk on Jul 20, 2017 7:57:19 GMT -8
Shenk had now been fired upon twice, and in his mind both had been completely unprovoked given the circumstances. There may have been no law enforcement in Erstonia, but that didn't mean there was no law - no right to property. Looking at the men he could see, Shenk could tell wherever the foreigners were from, they were people of means.
"I asked your name!" he called to Hector sharply, his voice hoarse and ragged from coughing. "And what of my beach? And my timber? Do you intend to plug that hole with your bedside table? Or shall you be felling my trees?"
Shenk's coughing began again, and he dropped the arrow in his hand so he could reach into his pocket. The produced a dirty piece of sackcloth, crusty and stiff with any manner of filth one might expect to find on a rag in Shenk's possession. The man coughed hard into the cloth, almost retching into it as he covered his mouth with the bit of fabric in his hand.
He cleared his throat, lowering the cloth from his mouth. A keen eye might spot a bit of fresh, slightly discolored, blood in the rag, but he quickly pushed it back into his pocket.
"I demand compensation for the scar your boat leaves on my beach, and any supplies you take from my land! A smarter man than yourself would make nice with someone of my knowledge of this area, and perhaps even ask directions to the nearest city!"
It could have been an offer, but Shenk was clearly offended by the 'warnings' he'd received on the land he considered to be his own. |
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
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The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on Jul 20, 2017 11:57:36 GMT -8
Rafael spoke quickly, with a little anger directed at Hector in his town. "You see? I told you that we should have sought the gentry and explained our presence," the Crown Prince said. He kept his voice low, but clearly he was frustrated, and reached up to push Virgilio's hand off his shoulder. "He could be lying," Hector said quietly, turning his gaze off of Shenk in order to look at Rafael. "Aye, as I said, Your Highness -- they're all pirates and liars here," Juan-Pablo said, supporting the words of the Captain of the Guard. "So, then, we have two choices. We believe he's a liar, and we're right, and we, what, kill him?" Rafael asked, his head tipping a bit with his words. The Rondi were known for becoming a bit... passionate... when they had their tempers riled. Queen Xiomara was a noted difference in that she usually didn't give way to her own temper. "Or -- we believe him in that he owns this beach, these waters, and these trees we're by and tread with better caution than violent assumptions." Juan-Pablo shrugged, but kept a weathered eye on Shenk down the length of the beach. Hector's jaw clenched, and Virgilio smirked, ever so slightly, as Rafael kept his gaze locked on the Captain of the Guard's. "My job is to keep you safe, Your Highness. It has been since you were a tiny child no higher than my knee. We've come to a lawless place, and that man is covered in plague," Hector pointed to the distant Shenk, in case anyone here had a question on who it was that was sickly. The very mention of the word 'plague' made several sailors nearby gesture for protection to the Mother, and one of Rafael's guards did as well. The second scout was still in the wood, unseen, but Hector and Rafael both knew that the second scout was merely waiting for a signal. "And my job is to spread diplomacy and awareness of the Kingdom of Rondon as the proxy of my mother, Queen Xiomara Vinicio. I will take over from here," Rafael said decisively and stepped past Hector in order to take a few steps forward. Behind Rafael's back, Virgilio and Juan Pablo raised their eyebrows and smirked a little. It seemed the Crown Prince was coming into his own, it seemed. Hector was not pleased, but there was a spark in his eye that he was somehow proud of the exchange, if still cautious. Rafael now at the frontline made all of his present bodyguards take new positions among the crowd. "Our apologies, Shenk!" Rafael called, his Rondi accent as evident on his words as Hector's was, but his cadence was one of youthful sophistication befitting someone of importance, as was the look of Rafael. "As you can see, we have been through a tense situation--" he gestured toward the ship, "--and emotions are running high. The captain of the ship says that it is likely we have enough lumber of our own to fix the ship, and our navigator already knows the coordinates to the closest city. I beg only then that you allow us the days needed to repair our ship, and then we will be gone." There was a lot of bets being made here, of course. The ship had already been well-stocked and supplied with food and drink and shelter to last, and as per usual, ships were usually stocked with lumber for repairs they might need while they were at sea. It was a stretch to say they'd have enough lumber, but if they needed to cut down trees, that was a conversation Rafael was willing to have at some later date. |
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Shenk
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Roleplay posts: 11
Physical Description: Scabs, sores, and pustules adorn the otherwise humanoid man's face and body, particularly over his right eye which is all but covered in the red infection. His skin is strangely pale, and his teeth are crooked.
Registered: Jul 19, 2017 14:33:52 GMT -8
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Post by Shenk on Jul 20, 2017 13:56:36 GMT -8
"And who is this now?" Shenk responded at the sound of Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio's voice. "If I had a silver for every question I've asked and received no answer, it wouldn't be necessary to continue this conversation!"
Shenk listened to Rafael speak of misfortune and high emotions amongst the crew brought on by the stress of being aboard a sinking vessel. The man looked up the beach, and then back down the other, taking on almost a confused look with his pasty, sickly complexion.
"My sympathy!" he shouted with a cough, "But what of my compensation? It wasn't I that ordered your vessel beached, and the trench it leaves will remain after you and your crew have pressed on! Are you going to damage my land and simply leave me with nothing to show for it?"
At this point, Shenk wasn't expecting an answer, but he kept speaking anyway, as loudly as his now waning vocal cords would let him.
"And I suppose this navigator of yours intends to barter material support for your vessel with thieves, pirates, and bandits on the open streets of Alnwick? Do you know what creatures to expect on the path? Do you even know how to keep your vessel safe in the hours of darkness? How can you be certain there aren't a hundred creatures just like me in these cliffs that will see to it that not a single knot on that ship sees the sea again?"
Shenk coughed again, this time a bit weaker than he had before - the coughing was obviously wearing on Shenk and causing him some measure of discomfort.
"I am sick, and this yelling is beginning to become a drain!" the man seemed to have a firm grasp on the obvious, "If you have a healer on board, I will take their services in trade for any help I can offer you. Otherwise I expect some coin for the damage of my beach! I will be in my cave, and if I have not heard from you by nightfall, I will assume your answer is 'no'."
With that, Shenk turned holding his midsection as he coughed hard in pain. He began to slowly trudge back to the cave from which he'd original come. |
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Oskar Augustlicht
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Greater Administrator of Heifrel - jolly good lad!
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 39
Physical Description: More or less average height for a man, he has a soldier's build though it appears more impressive than it is with his excellent posture and stance. He has medium length well trimmed hair that is an extremely dirty blond with just a few specks of silver, hazel eyes and a quite curved if short nose.
Clothes and Equipment: He will generally wear very formal but deceptively free clothing, a Dwarf-forged cuirass of metal he isn't willing to reveal, and a side-sword of the same nature, though there will often be variations upon this.
Registered: Jul 20, 2017 18:09:58 GMT -8
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Post by Oskar Augustlicht on Jul 22, 2017 21:18:55 GMT -8
A massive vessel with four masts would approach the coastline, albeit very slowly. It was flying no colours but was very ornate and heavily armed, with large steel letters saying "THE BRVTE" on either side of it's hull. It would give no signal but sail along, hoping to not be stopped by pirates or the sort.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2017 4:48:20 GMT -8
Soon after Shenk had turned around to leave for his cave, one of the bell towers near the beach started to go off. The sound was deafening and soon after it, other bell towers started to ring along with it. Soon the air was filled with nothing but the sound of the ringing bells, making it hard for the crew of Rafael's boat to hear each other.
Anyone who had been in Erstonia for longer than a month would know exactly what this bell meant. It meant that the Slavemaster was coming, a nickname that had been given to Chataya by the people of Erstonia. She was the warden and trainer of the prison and slave facility in Strathmore. The island that was always covered in darkness. She would only come to Erstonia to collect more potential slaves, always aiming for elves and humans. She requires a supply of fresh humans often as her training was so harsh not many survived.
Of course, Rafael and the crew would know nothing of the meaning of the bells, unless Shenk chooses to share that information with them.
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
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The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on Jul 25, 2017 6:58:13 GMT -8
Rafael didn't respond to any of Shenk's shouting, as most of it seemed rhetorical and understandably frustrated. The diseased man continued to cough and sway away, and Rafael continued to look in his direction, somewhat of a frown put onto his face. He felt Hector step up behind him. "Did you hear what he said?" Hector asked, speaking in Rondi, his voice gruff. "'Monsters' like him," answered Victor, one of the younger guards that was standing nearby, his own face set into just as grim of a line. A rustle in the trees broke the line and the scout that had been watching Shenk from the woodlands signaled to Hector. Hector signaled back, and with a nod, the scout left the treeline and went back into the jungle, presumably to follow Shenk as slyly as they could [I'll be making this character into a PC!] Rafael turned to the group of men gathered. "We continue working. Captain Juan-Pablo, do we have enough lumber?" The Sea Captain turned to look at the stock they had. None of the sailors or guards had moved from their defensive positions, too spooked now. Although there were a few sailors that did not speak accomplished Common (they all came from Rondon which had a rich and thriving trade culture, so all of them had some grasp), words had been translated on their end so that everyone had a gist of what had just happened. "If we repurpose other lumber pieces, sacrifice tables and furniture..." "Well?" Rafael asked impatiently. "Maybe. Close, I will say. We have close to enough." Rafael felt a spear of frustration, but nodded his head stiffly. "Then get to work. Put in as many hours as you can with as many men as you can spare while the rest make camp and fortify it. They are not to touch a single tree on this island." The Sea Captain nodded, then turned to order his sailors, who jumped to the task. Rafael turned to Hector, his voice lower as he walked further up the beach, toward where the 'camp' seemed to be growing and organizing itself. Virgilio and Victor were there, along with the three other guards. "In the morning, we seek Shenk, and we offer to pay him," Rafael said. "What of the healer he asked for?" Virgilio asked, not out of concern for the Erstonian native, but out of curiosity. "No healer. To be that plagued and still able to walk about, shout about, cast threats -- he's possessed or something more," Rafael said, making Hector smirk with pride. Rafael wasn't untrained or uneducated -- quite the opposite, Queen Xiomara, the Iron Rose of Rondon, had set the task of grooming him to be her heir almost as soon as he'd been birthed. It was his father's rebellious nature (or so the servants and his mother told him) that had him bucking against the grain. Others, however, felt it was just what a teenage boy was expected to do, to want to fly with his own wings, not those made for him. "Still, we err on the side of caution," Rafael said firmly, looking around at his guards. Then the Bells started to ring.Birds took flight, and even the waves seemed to shake. Their cacophonous sound was discordant, and left a feeling of terror in the pit of Rafael's gut. The sailors and the Captain looked up and over at Hector and the bodyguards. Hector was able to easily signal his men with hand signals only given the bells were too noisy to shout over, but Juan-Pablo had a harder time with his sailors. In the end, however, they managed to move within the camp, where crates and storage and barrels and boxes and things so-far unloaded could provide some sort of cover to what felt like was a hostile attack. Rafael drew his sword and his blue eyes faintly glowed, but Virgilio standing at the 'front' of the beach, made a motion and a small burst of air blew away from him, kicking up sand. Arcane symbols appeared in the air, then glittered over the camp like a dome... ... making it invisible to the naked eye. It was like a one-way mirror. Those men inside the dome could see out, but those on the other side could not see in without having a spell of sorcery about them as well. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2017 7:46:32 GMT -8
It wasn't long after the spell had been cast that a dust cloud could be seen welling up in the distance on the beach. Their ship had been quite a visible landmark and Chataya knew that new ships meant easy prey. She sometimes just ended up catching some new comers without trouble. It only seemed a logical choice to check them out first. She had not been stealthy enough this time to avoid the bell towers being rung. If she couldn't take this chance, she might have to go back to Strathmore empty handed.
It didn't take long for her gang to get closer and it soon would become visible just how terrifying this other island might be. Chataya herself was sitting on an undead horse, its flesh still hanging on, but bones being visible through different places through the broken skin. There also were four big flaming hell hounds, they were being held on a leash by Ogre's who struggled to keep the dogs under control. Behind them came quite a few bigger humanoid monsters, all them carrying a blunt weapon or axe by choice.
When she noticed that nobody was there to greet her, she was slightly disappointed until one of the hell hounds started to bark in the direction of the now invisible encampment. A sadistic smile appeared on Chataya's face. "Let him go." she said to one of the ogres. The hell hound would take a few steps forward and bare its teeth to growl just before where the barrier started. "That is a good pup." Her suspicion was confirmed. They could hide from view, but they couldn't hide the smell that they carried with them.
Chataya would get off her horse and would take one of the leashed. The hell hound surprisingly didn't pull like it did when being handled by the ogre. She would make her way towards the ship that was still visible to the eye and get close to its wooden surface. Two of the ogres following her closely. "I am quite fond of a game of hide and seek. It seems like I found some humans that aren't as useless and powerless as the rest of them are, but I assure you that you are no match for me. Now show yourself, or my dear pup might just set your ship on fire. Would be a shame, I judge that it is your only way back home."
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Shenk
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Roleplay posts: 11
Physical Description: Scabs, sores, and pustules adorn the otherwise humanoid man's face and body, particularly over his right eye which is all but covered in the red infection. His skin is strangely pale, and his teeth are crooked.
Registered: Jul 19, 2017 14:33:52 GMT -8
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Post by Shenk on Jul 25, 2017 12:55:51 GMT -8
Shenk was only a few steps into the cave he'd come out of when he heard the ringing of the alarm bells. He knew exactly what they meant; the black-hearted slaver that was Chataya Crowley had come to Erstonia. Shenk picked up his pace considerably as he ducked into his cave, shambling into the darkness. The ranger following him would find that the opening was less of a cave, and more of a tunnel. The tunnel had been cut generations ago by bootleggers, bandits, and thieves that sought to have a safe place to hide their goods, and themselves. Shenk new the tunnels well.
Once Shenk though he'd pulled back far enough into the darkness, he ducked down and hid behind a pile of loose rock, turning to look back out at Chataya and her minions. It was then that, if the ranger had followed, he would be spotted by Shenk.
"Come here!" came a hoarse and raspy whisper from the dark, Shenk beckoning the Rondi over. "Get down! Don't make any noise!"
Shenk used the dogs barking to cover his hushed and frantic whispers of instruction to the man. Shenk only hoped the man valued his own life enough to listen and cooperate. Though, the people on the ship had not impressed him as the type to take direction in a foreign land - even when it was painfully obvious that they should. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2017 3:32:08 GMT -8
It was amazing that she hadn't been discovered so far in her little dark corner in the belly of the wooden sea-bound beast. Sheer luck - it had to be. But there was commotion outside besides the everyday rattle and grumble of the crew, and it drew the stowaway out of her hiding place. The ship had a massive scar along it's side, giving her a clear view to the world outside. But whatever was happening outside went quiet - after a number of bells rang out on the air. The sound of those chimes alone made her heart race just a bit faster.
She heard the ferocious beasts barking outside - dogs. The animal in her snarled in her skull, but she suppressed it. Instead she crept towards the hole that was in the process of being repaired and slowly peeked around the broken edges, looking for the source.
Just... where exactly did she land that had creatures like those dogs, or the woman that was nearing the ship...?
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Aug 28, 2017 5:52:43 GMT -8
A flying blue mass of scales would soar over the coastline with little hesitation for the eye appealing rocky cliff face or the warm waters. The only thing left behind by the dragon was a trail of fog that followed the large beast’s course and the distant beating of giant wings.
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Marschall Henke
Established
Marschall of the Erstonian Order
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 38
Physical Description: An average-sized man with pepper-colored hair and sun-wrinkled face. He has dark blue eyes set against a stone demeanor. The right side of Henke's face and body, including his arm, chest, and abdomen, has considerable burn scars.
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Clothes and Equipment: Mail and steel plate armor, white surcoat with the Erstonian Order's emblem, blessed lance and sword, white warhorse.
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Registered: Sept 30, 2017 2:33:32 GMT -8
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Post by Marschall Henke on Sept 30, 2017 6:11:20 GMT -8
@helmfirth Inquisitor Ulrich Lachrimosan A collection of transport vessels carrying 2,000 crusaders would arrive along the Coastline, with more on the way. Aside from the soldiers and their armaments the ships carried supplies and settlers. Their great sails, white with a black cross, carried them onward to the shores. When they were within distance the vessels anchored, and a number of smaller boats were lowered into the water, filled with armed soldiers. Henke, the leader of this expeditionary force, would be on the smaller boats as they came ashore. Ulrich, an inquisitor, had also been sent on this mission. Henke and his men were charged with establishing a presence on this island. The first step was to find a suitable spot for the force to land. Henke had specifically chosen a spot on the shore where they could observe their surroundings for many miles. Assuming their arrival was not met by any hostile force the Brothers would begin complete disembarkation. Some soldiers assumed defensive positions, others began hastily constructing palisade fortifications. The settlers dug trenches around the front of the palisades, and others erected temporary tents behind them. |
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Inquisitor Ulrich Lachrimosan
Established
P V R I T Y
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: Quite old.
Physical Description: About seven feet tall, few have lived to see his face. Behind the tiny slits in his face mask or behind his mysteriously dark cowl one will rarely every be able to see anything beyond a randomly coloured glow of his eyes (from blue to red to green to pure white) however if the light shines just right, they might see deep grey surrounding his nearly always tiny iris. He has visibly large proportions even when covered by his armour. He speaks in a loud, uncompromising voice, raspy yet metallic from with or without metal about his person.
Clothes and Equipment: A massive set of rather oddly shaped yet master-crafted armour. If one pays extremely careful attention to it they will notice it has not a single weak spot, not a single joint, and many will come to realize it is one whole piece when they hear the creaking of bending metal when he walks. He also carries as staff with a sphere at the end, most likely a well cut diamond explaining the medium weight but extreme hardness of it. It is covered in spikes that are astoundingly sharp, just like the point at the bottom part of the staff. He will also carry a compact (though not quite pistol sized) heavy repeater crossbow, with his own blessings upon it. All of these weapons however seem to posses an ability to shift their nature. The armour turns into a rough hooded robe, the staff becomes more akin to an item for worship with a clear cut Cross of the order, only his crossbow remaining the same.
Registered: Sept 30, 2017 5:14:06 GMT -8
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Post by Inquisitor Ulrich Lachrimosan on Sept 30, 2017 6:40:08 GMT -8
The Inquisitor was sitting upon a throne on one of the ships, surveying the land. He stood up as they were nearing it, staff in hand and looked in the orb upon it, noting the faint blue glow. It would create a tiny mist that somehow passed through the physical part of the orb until Ulrich with a wave of his hand snuffed it out. "Harken, men of the Light!" he'd shout as they were nearing the beach. "By HIS powers, by the Holy Order, by all that is good and wondrous and all other powers invest in me, sentence the blight of this land to death!" he'd scream, vibrations shaking his armour. "We shall march down the beach, find a suitable spot and then march across the lands to found a settlement, Saint Karl's, or Karlsheim!" With that he'd thud his staff upon the deck of the ship, and disembark with the rest of the men.
When he stepped on the land, he kneeled, muttered a prayer then brought up some sand to his mask to kiss. After throwing it aside, he went to find Henke and marched over to him. "This is temporary. I think we should go either closer, or further to the settlement of Alnwick to found a settlement."
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Marschall Henke
Established
Marschall of the Erstonian Order
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 38
Physical Description: An average-sized man with pepper-colored hair and sun-wrinkled face. He has dark blue eyes set against a stone demeanor. The right side of Henke's face and body, including his arm, chest, and abdomen, has considerable burn scars.
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Clothes and Equipment: Mail and steel plate armor, white surcoat with the Erstonian Order's emblem, blessed lance and sword, white warhorse.
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Registered: Sept 30, 2017 2:33:32 GMT -8
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Post by Marschall Henke on Sept 30, 2017 11:26:40 GMT -8
Inquisitor Ulrich Lachrimosan Henke turned to face Ulrich, then extended a hand to greet the Inquisitor. "Ulrich, my friend, good to see you." Whatever Henke's fears may have been coming to this island, they were all dispelled when he heard the Inquisitor would be coming along. The man's piety and devoutness to his religion was unmatched by all but the most revered saints. His strength and speed, coupled with his magical powers made him a powerful ally. "Just a temporary encampment," Henke assured his ally. "As soon as our people and assets are accounted, and the scouts do not report potential threats nearby, we will move out and secure a position for our stronghold." Henke recollected his thoughts about the future settlement. He wanted to build the establishment opposite Alnwick, perched atop a hill, and near the ocean. A port would ensure a steady rate of soldiers, settlers, and supplies. The central keep would be easily defended from atop the hill. Provided the Brothers could occupy Alnwick, Henke knew its location would allow the Brothers to exert their control over that region; this is why he wanted his own settlement to sit on the opposite side of the island, to exert control over its own surrounding province. The expeditionary commander would explain this to Ulrich and await to hear his reply.
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Inquisitor Ulrich Lachrimosan
Established
P V R I T Y
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: Quite old.
Physical Description: About seven feet tall, few have lived to see his face. Behind the tiny slits in his face mask or behind his mysteriously dark cowl one will rarely every be able to see anything beyond a randomly coloured glow of his eyes (from blue to red to green to pure white) however if the light shines just right, they might see deep grey surrounding his nearly always tiny iris. He has visibly large proportions even when covered by his armour. He speaks in a loud, uncompromising voice, raspy yet metallic from with or without metal about his person.
Clothes and Equipment: A massive set of rather oddly shaped yet master-crafted armour. If one pays extremely careful attention to it they will notice it has not a single weak spot, not a single joint, and many will come to realize it is one whole piece when they hear the creaking of bending metal when he walks. He also carries as staff with a sphere at the end, most likely a well cut diamond explaining the medium weight but extreme hardness of it. It is covered in spikes that are astoundingly sharp, just like the point at the bottom part of the staff. He will also carry a compact (though not quite pistol sized) heavy repeater crossbow, with his own blessings upon it. All of these weapons however seem to posses an ability to shift their nature. The armour turns into a rough hooded robe, the staff becomes more akin to an item for worship with a clear cut Cross of the order, only his crossbow remaining the same.
Registered: Sept 30, 2017 5:14:06 GMT -8
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Post by Inquisitor Ulrich Lachrimosan on Sept 30, 2017 12:11:47 GMT -8
The Inquisitor bowed to Henke and nodded. "I bow to your strategical knowledge, Brother. As it stands I have no better alternative to present and we may go on there." As it was, the suggestion was logical and it left both land and naval invasion (perhaps even at the same time) as an option. He raised his staff with one hand and raised another holding a work of scripture. "Onwards, to the new land of Karlsheim and Glory!" With that he would go along to the alien region.
Exeunt
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