Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Jan 5, 2019 21:59:15 GMT -8
The fae froze in place when she heard the vaguely familiar voice and she reflexively inched further up the tree, holding her wounded arm for support. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she glared at the vampire.
"You're the reason I was wounded in the first place, you clod!" She scowled darkly even as one of the witchlight drifted down slowly to land on her shoulder. Gradually the little ball of light took the form of a minuscule woman made of the eerie blue flames, who perched up on her tip toes to whisper in Kaelie's ear. The fae blinked and slightly turned towards the being, listening. She attempted to interrupt a few times but gradually settled down and sat back with a sour look on her face, a hateful glare still fixed on the vampire.
"You still have my ire, dark one. But I suppose I am indebted to you now. And the forest wants you out of here before you do anymore damage." She grit her teeth as she held out her hand. "Come here and I'll remove the curse."
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Jan 5, 2019 22:49:19 GMT -8
"Music to my ears."
With haste, the vampire hopped onto his feet and approached the fairy, very much ready to get rid of the damned curse. He wanted to argue with her oh, so badly about the conduct between them, but he held his tongue, as prolonging his time here was much worse than letting someone think they were in the right. At least, it was for now.
There was a moment when he thought that the fairy might be trying to lure him into another trap, but her statement was quite clear, and her kind rarely, and sometimes were unable, to lie. He trusted her to remove it for now, holding his hand out to her.
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Chesknight
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: About three and a half feet tall, and rotund. The Chesknight never removes his armor, and has two glowing, amber eyes peeking beneath his helmet. His arms and legs are short, limiting his mobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Equipped fully in a suit of curious armor seemingly made from large acorns, it holds as fast as any steel. He wears a cloak of leaves, which seems to serve no purpose and wields a sword of amber which seems to function similarly to a normal metal one. He also wears a ring that allows him to discern his location is focused on for about 5 minutes.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 19:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Chesknight on Jan 8, 2019 0:11:32 GMT -8
For a moment the Chesknight waited in patient curiosity at the boy's obvious curiosity. Yet, after a moment of ogling, the knight was presented with something quite curious. A note! In silence he read, considering the words with mild confusion. Whatever was a "Keph"? Was he himself the "it" the note spoke of? Yet, without any forthcoming explanation, the Knight at last turned his attention past the paper to the stranger beyond.
"Can you understand me?" The question was practically a shout! Not an angry, aggressive shout, but one a genuine attempt at communication. Of course, it was the way of anyone, big or small, to speak more loudly in order to be understood. Even if being understood required an entirely different language! Then, seeing an opportunity, the knight pointed to himself. "I am the Chesknight! I picked up the wolf because I am strong!" Still shouting, of course. The sword question, however, gave him pause. My, that was quite a long time ago, and a story not to be told among the dead.
"Who is Keph? Who are you? Is Keph with you? Do you need me to save him?"
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Jan 8, 2019 18:10:22 GMT -8
She still had the sour look on her face as she took him by the hand and took several deep breaths before closing her eyes to focus. The cursed mark that burned dimly on his shoulder started to smolder again, the pain mounting slightly as she breathed deeply. She had said that she would free him from the mark but she hadn't promised to make it painless by any means. The process didn't appear to be easy by any means on the fae though as her expression became strained. She was still weakened from her body's fight against the poison.
But her desire to have the vampire out of her woods appeared to win out as she exhaled with finality. Tendrils of fire slowly bloomed from her hand, surrounding their interlocking hands. The tendril slowly crept up his arm to his shoulder blade that was burning fiercely by now before diving down. The flame burned straight through his clothing without hesitation, only looking for its final destination. The cursed mark flared brightly for a moment- so much so if Vasco had been watching he had to turn away- before the fae finally spoke. "I free you of my curse. You are to leave these woods and not return or again this mark will burn."
For a moment there was nothing then, it felt like the pressure in his shoulder was finally released with a sharp spark. The light died down and the tendril of fire that had singed his clothing retreated back down his arm. His flesh would tingle slightly but the forest suddenly appeared far less dense and brighter around him. Kaelie sighed as she released his hand and fell back against the trunk, spent. "Now get out of here. Before I change my mind." She growled, though it was quite obvious she wouldn't be able to do much to him in her state.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Jan 12, 2019 17:44:41 GMT -8
The vampire hissed as the tendril of flame burned away the mark from his skin, squirming like a child who's palm was getting smacked. He let out a small cry at the end of it, then whipped his arm back after it was all over. Not only that, but the forest itself became brighter right after, meaning that daytime was still upon them. He cursed. It felt like he'd been under this curse for days!
Still, he heeded the words of the fairy and turned tail. "You don't need to tell me twice!" he scoffed, just before he was off, trying to find solace in the shade again, just until night allowed him free reign over the free plains.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Jan 19, 2019 13:54:41 GMT -8
Keph let out a weak chuckle in response to the "Chestknight"'s odd reaction to his note. He leaned back and grit his teeth as the small figure began to shout -- it was obvious it didn't get to talk to people very often. The young man didn't appear very impressed with Chestknight's explanation as to how it so easily picked up the direwolf. Of course, he was strong, but how was it that strong? Keph simply shook his head and let it slide, unsure if pressing the topic would matter much.
"Yes. Keph can understand the Chestknight. Keph is the one in front of him."
The young hunter looked around him briefly, trying to get an idea of where he was, after failing to do so he shook his head, turned the note towards him and added: "Chestknight wouldn't know how to get out of this forest, would it?
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Chesknight
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: About three and a half feet tall, and rotund. The Chesknight never removes his armor, and has two glowing, amber eyes peeking beneath his helmet. His arms and legs are short, limiting his mobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Equipped fully in a suit of curious armor seemingly made from large acorns, it holds as fast as any steel. He wears a cloak of leaves, which seems to serve no purpose and wields a sword of amber which seems to function similarly to a normal metal one. He also wears a ring that allows him to discern his location is focused on for about 5 minutes.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 19:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Chesknight on Jan 23, 2019 9:26:25 GMT -8
Well, far be it from the Chesknight of all people to think anyone is peculiar! The Fae considered why the strange lad might refer to himself as if he were someone else but he decided that it may be easier to simply accept it as a quirk. His new friend was clearly some kind of mute, he decided and while he himself had many questions, he decided that Keph's was probably more appropriate for the situation. Deciding that yelling was likely not the most efficient form of communication, his volume lowered considerably.
"The Elderwood Grove is a place of old magic, but I can show you the way out if you are lost. It may take some time, however." he warned. "You've come deep into the grove...or, more likely, were lured here by the powers that be. Come, Sir Keph, I'd be happy to show my new friend the way out of such a dismal place. At the very least, we cannot risk standing among corpses, for there are things that lurk here who have likely already smelt them."
Motioning for the boy to follow, the Chesknight began to lead the way in what seemed undeniably a direction that would take them further into the forest.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Feb 11, 2019 18:57:30 GMT -8
Keph was visibly relieved when Chesknight lowered its tone of voice, he really didn't need such a booming voice to be coming out of such a small creature. He wondered if he was really lured in, he was pretty sure all he was doing was chasing a rabbit, but then again some kind of magical grove that lures in victims through odd means wouldn't be the weirdest thing he's ever heard, magical forests were apparently a common plague in these warmer lands.
The young man gave the Fae a smile and a nod at its suggestion -- it probably was best to have a guide for such terrain. He scratched at the back of his head and chuckled in embarrassment. What a flattering individual Chesknight was, call him "sir" when he wasn't even a knight.
Young Keph throws his arm into the air and points forward, as if saying: "towards adventure!"
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