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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2017 9:28:29 GMT -8
From where the deepest parts of the forest become territory of the north, it becomes incredibly damp - almost a marsh. The trees are densely packed and covered in moss, the earth soft under your boots. And the sun refuses to ever shine through the packed canopy. Sounds of wildlife constantly chirp and screech and howl and growl throughout the jungle, and it’s not coming from nothing. (The border is currently open but dangerous - from feral life and military of Airedale. Please wait for a reply upon posting.) |
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 9, 2017 16:10:02 GMT -8
Roy picked his way carefully through the bog, trying not to get stuck in the wet mud. He glanced around nervously, hoping that he wasn't lost. What was this place? He'd heard whispers of a place where vampires were welcomed, but had ignored them until now. Other vampires were scary, and he generally tried to avoid them. However, Roxanne had encouraged him to go seek them out, telling him that they couldn't possibly be that bad. Roy was dubious, but he'd agreed to go check out the rumors. However...this bog didn't look like anything, much less a city. The noises in the forest were frightening, and Roy had never liked the darkness. If only he'd find a signpost, or someone to show him the way...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2017 16:25:08 GMT -8
Roy would find himself very much alone for much of his trek as he headed northwestward - though likely feel himself being watched. The bog had a habit of doing that to people that wandered through. But eventually he would likely hear growling - vicious, bestial snarls that were trailing after him. Should he turn, he would likely find a least three pairs of glowing, fiery red eyes watching him through the black brush.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 9, 2017 16:43:41 GMT -8
Roy glanced back when he heard the growls, and spotted the eyes in the bush. He paused for a second, terrified, before sprinting off into the bog away from them. Growling and glowing red eyes were generally bad things, and Roy didn't want to be torn apart and eaten today. Besides, there were three of them. Roy didn't even know what they were, but was pretty sure that they weren't bunny rabbits. Even if they were, he'd seen some pretty frightening rabbits before. One time, a particularly large rabbit had bounced up to him and attacked, chewing up his leg and ankle before he finally managed to beat it with a stick enough that it let go. Ever since then, Roy had been cautious around animals, no matter how fluffy.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2017 17:02:04 GMT -8
The chase was on. The growls turned into angry, vicious barks that were thirsting for blood. In his wake? Three terrible hell hounds with heavy collars about their necks were pounding through the earth and brush, hot on the hunt for fresh meat. They would be right on his heels, ugly maws gaping with teeth ready to rend.  It wouldn't be long, however, before Roy would find his path completely cut off by two new encounters - massive skeleton frames of horses that were very much animated, bearing matching riders of the same make; completely undead horsemen, decorated in heavy steel armor and spears. They would seek to halt him, and the chasing animals would also come to a stop should Roy as well - preventing him from fleeing back in the other direction. He would likely find himself pinched. |
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 9, 2017 18:24:11 GMT -8
Hell hounds? Undead horsemen? What was this place? He stopped, finding himself trapped between the beasts and the undead. Shaking with fear, he glanced between the two. What was going on? What was up with this nightmarish forest? What was he going to do, should he climb a tree? He glanced back at the nearest tree, wondering if he'd be able to climb it fast enough to escape the hellhounds and the spears. Probably not. He turned to the horsemen, voice shaking.
"W-what do you want with me? Please don't hurt me..."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2017 18:35:47 GMT -8
The horsemen looked amongst themselves - if the ever-present smile of their skulls weren't there, they would certainly be grinning. The dogs never ceased barking, but didn't advance any further on the boy.
"This kid's got a death wish."
"Yeah, definitely."
One of the soldiers would urge his mount forward a little ways, lowering his spear. In his other hand came a set of heavy shackles, and he seemed prepared to settle them on the thin wrists of Roy. "Unless you got a good reason wandering this far out here, boy, you better start talking."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 9, 2017 19:44:52 GMT -8
Roy shuffled backwards at first, not wanting to be shackled. However, he soon realized that he'd be backing right into the jaws of the dogs, and stopped. Nervously, he allowed them to shackle his wrists. If they shackled him, that probably meant they weren't going to stab him...at least, not right away.
"I was told that there was a city here...somewhere that accepted anyone. People like me, especially. I wanted to know if it was true, and if there were others like me. I think I might be lost, though. I don't see any city around here, just bogs and mud. I'm very sorry, I'll go back the way I came, please just don't hurt me..."
He grinned nervously, showing off a mouthful of pointy fangs.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2017 20:20:24 GMT -8
The skeletal warrior dismounted, ready to clasp both metal bands over his wrists - shaking his head a little at the nervous disposition of the kid. But upon seeing the sharpened teeth he stopped short of the first cuff.
The soldier leaned in to peer directly at Roy, though he had no eyeballs in his bare skull. "... you a vamp or a wolfboy?" he asks gruffly, paying no heed as one of his companions barked at the hell hounds to shut up - which they quietened down a bit.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 9, 2017 20:25:18 GMT -8
Roy hesitated as the skeleton stopped. Could these horsemen work for the city? Perhaps they were guards...or maybe they'd just light him on fire for being a vampire. Well, it was too late to back out now. At least they'd quieted the dogs down, he'd been getting tired of being barked at.
"I-I'm a vampire, sir. I h-heard that the city was a haven for vampires and other folks...do you know the way there? Am I close?"
He glanced back at the hellhounds, nervously. Even though they weren't barking, they still worried him. Of course, lots of things worried him, from horses to mushrooms. Roy was a worrier, and always had been.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2017 20:31:49 GMT -8
The soldier turned to look up at his comrades, pointing at Roy as he spoke. "Kid's a vamp...!"
There was a moment of silence before the group broke into short laughter, seeming a bit taken aback. The shackles are returned to the saddlebags, and two of the horsemen made tracks to lead the hounds away - yelling commands to get them moving and quiet them entirely.
The one on foot would swing himself right back up into the saddle, retrieving his spear from the remaining skeleton, and gesture with a hand for Roy to follow along. "C'mon, lad - you're fine. Dunno 'bout Airedale being a 'haven' but it's the dead city. Founded by vampires of old, and Lady Frederica's one of the last ones left. You're welcome in."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 9, 2017 20:41:16 GMT -8
Roy brightened up immediately. They weren't going to spear him and let the dogs eat him after all! Even better, they were going to lead him to the city and he wouldn't get lost. He walked alongside the skeletal horsemen, following them through the bog and towards the city.
"Lady Fredrica's one of the last vampires left? Maybe I should meet her, then. I thought there were a bunch around here. Still, the last place I was at with a bunch of vampires was pretty scary..."
[Exits]
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Leviath Bahat
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Roleplay posts: 67
Registered: Apr 4, 2015 17:54:27 GMT -8
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Post by Leviath Bahat on Jul 9, 2017 22:20:28 GMT -8
Wrapped in a large, fur cloak with a hood that rose up over his face, Leviath walked through the bog with his back straight and proud. Pale skin was made even paler by the canopy above him and his eyes seemed to glow in that comfortable darkness; that home away from the greatest enemy. Yet not even the soft ground could hide the clanking of his metal boots, nor could the trees hide his presence from the insects and wildlife who went abruptly quiet and scuttled away from him as though they could not stand to be near him.
He took in a slow breath through his nose, though admittedly he had no need to. Yet the scent of Royal Fletcher and unholy dogs were caught in the air like a smog to him and for now he saw no other path but to follow the trail to its end. He kept on pressing forward, attempting to travel deep into the north of @helmfirth and towards this so called 'haven of vampires'.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2017 22:49:34 GMT -8
Indeed, there was something about this traveler that warded off smaller threats - though there were certainly a number of larger creatures that would happily seek to rend him to pieces. Fortunately, there weren't any in the immediate area - and the guard that had been at the location had vanished to tend to leading the lost Roy away towards the city. Leviath would find no interference upon his way - lucky him.
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Leviath Bahat
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Registered: Apr 4, 2015 17:54:27 GMT -8
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Post by Leviath Bahat on Jul 9, 2017 23:29:43 GMT -8
With nothing to stop him, Leviath would continue on until he found some sort of destination.
(Exit.)
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Grandma
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Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Jul 13, 2017 15:38:22 GMT -8
@helmfirth
Grandma began her journey into the Skeg Bog, riding a rather plain looking donkey, gray tuffs of hair hinting at the age of the animal. This wasn’t a particularly pleasant location to travel through, but she’d seen worse and it wasn’t like she was here for the scenery. A strange wind seemed to blow around the old crone’s vicinity, sending a slight rustling through tree branches, perhaps a warning to the local wildlife or perhaps just a coincidence.
Her destination was Airedale, a unique sounding city from the rumors she’d heard, as such, she’d dressed for the occasion. Unlike her usual finely made robes of reds and purples, Grandma wore an unremarkable cloak of black. It was far too large for the old woman, obscuring both her hands completely. It had a hood on it, although Grandma left it down for the present, revealing her wizened face for all to see.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2017 22:55:44 GMT -8
The old woman would eventually find herself stopped - or at least, there was an attempt to call her to a halt. Three horsemen, akin to the ones that were encountered by the one called Roy, would come about on undead horseback and bark a command to have her stop. At the heels of the skeletal horses were two grotesque hellhounds that snarled and bared their teeth but made no move yet.
"Well, well - seems we've been gettin' alot o' traffick lately," one chuckles, already reaching into a saddlebag for a set of shackles. "Looks like another idiot human. Dunno what use you'll be as old as you are."
"Ack, forget that. That'll be up to Lady Crowley."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Jul 14, 2017 8:56:51 GMT -8
@helmfirth
Grandma slowed to a halt as the three horsemen and two hellhounds approached her. The old woman regarded the group with a neutral expression, although they might have noticed her initial slight smile when they first called for her to come to a halt. Judging by their mention of a “Lady Crowley”, they were most likely patrols from Airedale, unless there were other factions unaffiliated to the city out in this desolate place.
“You mean to take me captive? My, my, this is an amusing situation. I’m not feeling particularly hungry right now, so I’ll let you off with a warning. I suggest you move out of my way before you work up my appetite.”
There was a slight change in Grandma as she spoke to the horsemen, a shifting of sorts that the exact results of were difficult to pinpoint. Except for her eyes. Her eyes had gone completely black and her expression had hardened. With a brief tug of the reins, the donkey began walking forward again at a slow pace, clearly expecting the patrol to heed her warning. The nearby trees continued to rustle, the strange wind growing in intensity slightly.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2017 23:31:15 GMT -8
There was a bark of a command, and both demonic mutts were jumping forward to snap at the animal's hooves to try and force it back - still barking and snarling all the while.
The horsemen were laughing at her words - this woman was really something, despite her age. The change was subtle enough that they hadn't seemed to notice it, nor her eyes.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Jul 16, 2017 7:59:34 GMT -8
@helmfirth
The horsemen were less attentive than Grandma had expected, it seemed she had been too subtle for them. At least this told her they weren’t particularly capable when it came to sensing magic, although she wasn’t sure how useful that revelation would be. The donkey’s eyes rolled upwards in fear as the demonic mutts snapped at it, Grandma slowly climbing off the animal as it backed up, petrified by the horrifying hounds. The old woman simply stood there in silence a moment, staring at the hellhounds, more and more magic continuing to flow through her.
“It seems I wasn’t clear enough with you, forgive me for that. Let me remove any room for misunderstanding.”
A few cracks in the ground around Grandma was the only warning there was before numerous tendrils shot out of the ground under the pair of hellhounds. The tendrils were gray in color and despite being thin, had quite a bit of strength in them. They attempted to wrap themselves around the hellhounds legs and neck, hard enough to restrain the beast, but not hard enough to break any bones. The old woman turned her blackened gaze on the riders, addressing them in a voice far that was far too calm for the situation.
“Now that you can see I am not a human as you assumed, I hope you will let me be on my way. I wouldn’t want to be forced to harm your lovely little pets in the name of self-defense.”
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