Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229 
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Jan 6, 2018 15:37:59 GMT -8
Rudiger nodded to Khulan's command, and turned Bob off the main road, and spurred him to a trot as the descended into the trees. He set his helmet on his head, but didn't lower the visor. He rode parallel to the road, to try and see if he could catch any potential ambushers off guard by appearing on their flank, instead of where they wanted their victims. He slid his sword free from its scabbard, the steel making a rasping noise. His kite shield was already on his arm, so now he was ready for any fight.
As Bob tore through the underbrush, they found signs of animals having made their way through these woods, but very few signs of man. Rudiger pulled Bob to a halt, to try and see if he saw anything else.
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Conchobar
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: Conchobar stands high among men, at 6'0. His muscled and toned body justifies the hard life he has lived. Dark blue eyes are set upon a fair face, while dark brown locks fall around his head and dance upon his shoulders.
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Clothes and Equipment: Conchobar travels light. A green traveling tabard covers his torso, complimented by brown trousers and traveling boots. Iron-braced leather vambraces protect his wrists. A brown belt around his waist holds the sheathes for his dagger. Around his neck hangs his neck bag, which holds flint for fires.
Slung over his back is a steel longsword and a shield, which he uses in combat.
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Registered: Jan 6, 2018 5:10:07 GMT -8
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Post by Conchobar on Jan 6, 2018 15:54:42 GMT -8
Rudiger would find naught in his scouting duty, and could safely return to his comrades with his mission fulfilled.
Meanwhile, Conchobar looked on fearlessly at Khulan and the Chesknight. They were right to be cautious, and they would find that the warrior before them meant them no harm. The hound at his side, however, growled and bared his fangs. "Easy, Connall," he would say, stroking the fur behind the beast's ears; this action seemed to relax the great hound.
Conchobar examined Khulan, who seemed to be the leader of the group. He smiled at her and said "if it were not incredibly dangerous, I may have just kept walking." That should have been answer enough, he thought.
The Chesknight would hear a telepathic reply from Connall: "It is fine," a dark voice would say, "I do not eat chestnuts."
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Nettle
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 11
Physical Description: Nettle is a short girl, standing only at four feet in height. She has a pair of long, perky rabbit ears, and a short fluffy tail.
Registered: Dec 10, 2017 8:21:44 GMT -8
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Post by Nettle on Jan 7, 2018 7:20:36 GMT -8
With her hiding spot now gone, Nettle drops her bundled gauntlets with a muffled clank, and start staring down the dog. She is a strong rabbit, and isn't afraid of the hunting dog. No sir.
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Khulan
Established
Roleplay posts: 35 
Age: 36
Physical Description: Khulan is nothing short of lean, and though her muscles aren't incredibly large, they are prominent beneath her thick, sun-bronzed skin.
Her face shows her age, as lines have begun to develop around her eyes and streaks of grey run through her dark, thin hair.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khulan is normally seen wearing thick furs and leathers in cold weather and long, plain tunics in warmer weather. Her favorite weapon is a composite recurve bow and a well-made saber.
On her left hand, she often wears a falconry glove. A similar piece of thick leather is fastened onto her shoulder.
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Registered: Dec 8, 2017 14:25:13 GMT -8
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Post by Khulan on Jan 9, 2018 15:50:25 GMT -8
The Chesknight's swift response was noted and appreciated, as was Rudiger's obedience on the matter. She observed his path off the road and nodded to herself mentally.
"Conchobar," Khulan chimed, looking the man in the eye. There was an utter fearlessness and an incredible confidence in her own. "If my scout comes back, and if he is in one piece, speaking not a word of treachery on your person, you may join us."
She turned her gaze to the rabbit girl, the cogs spinning in her brain. The ruthless leader gave her attention back to Conchobar. "I do suggest you keep the dog at bay from the girl. She may hurt him."
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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 9, 2018 16:09:25 GMT -8
When given the ok by both the dog and Khulan, the Chesknight nodded in satisfaction.
"I sense no hostility from the newcomers, although I would rather see Sir Rudiger again before agreeing." he confirmed. He lowered his blade, though did not sheath it. After all, there was still much he did not have an answer for. Hopefully such things could be answered by a campfire rather than at the end of a blade. "I look forward to hearing your story, Conchobar" he offered, hoping to lower the tensions between them at this awkward stage of verification.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Jan 9, 2018 16:22:02 GMT -8
Satisfied that it appeared they were alone, Rudiger made kissing noises to Bob, and turned him to return the way they came. They trotted parallel with the road again, to make they didn't miss anything. They soon reappeared to the caravan, and Rudiger guided Bob to Khulan. They stopped a few feet in front of her, and reported, "I saw nothing Khulan."
He turned to face their new guest, and dipped his head in greeting, "Well met."
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Conchobar
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: Conchobar stands high among men, at 6'0. His muscled and toned body justifies the hard life he has lived. Dark blue eyes are set upon a fair face, while dark brown locks fall around his head and dance upon his shoulders.
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Clothes and Equipment: Conchobar travels light. A green traveling tabard covers his torso, complimented by brown trousers and traveling boots. Iron-braced leather vambraces protect his wrists. A brown belt around his waist holds the sheathes for his dagger. Around his neck hangs his neck bag, which holds flint for fires.
Slung over his back is a steel longsword and a shield, which he uses in combat.
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Registered: Jan 6, 2018 5:10:07 GMT -8
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Post by Conchobar on Jan 9, 2018 16:31:31 GMT -8
The newcomer, Conchobar, patiently awaited the return of Rudiger. When the latter did return, Conchobar smiled, dipping his head in turn, and said "and well met to you, friend."
He then focused his attention back on Khulan. "Connall," referring to the hound, "is a loyal lad. He will bother you not." Indeed, Connall was as loyal to Conchobar's allies as he was to his master. Should anyone or anything come near, Connall would smell them and could warn the party beforehand.
"I look forward to traveling with you all! Now, if you are satisfied with your security, we may be on our way. I've a good many stories and tales to pass the time, if it is stories you seek."
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Nettle
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 11
Physical Description: Nettle is a short girl, standing only at four feet in height. She has a pair of long, perky rabbit ears, and a short fluffy tail.
Registered: Dec 10, 2017 8:21:44 GMT -8
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Post by Nettle on Jan 10, 2018 9:56:11 GMT -8
Nettle settles down as the dog doesn't seem actively hostile. She's not sure how to feel about the other new guy. He does have a dog, after all. It's not quite as bad as a cat, or heaven forbid, a fox, but it's still pretty damning. She ducks out of sight of the newcomers as the caravan moves on.
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The Hordes
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Physical Description: An NPC account for posting monsters and other fun creatures.
Registered: Aug 20, 2017 21:45:14 GMT -8
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Post by The Hordes on Jan 13, 2018 20:09:19 GMT -8
( Some tunes to set the mood: )
A Ways down the road ahead of the mining company's party; a tall wooden sign was posted off to the side, the white lettering was visible from a few paces away, and was written by a neat hand.
“ This section of road is maintained by “ Valent guardian company ” please assist us in keeping this pathway clear and tidy by removing debris from the path, and reframe from venturing too far off the designated trail to preserve the integrity of the road.
- sincerely - John Marcus, 2nd lt of Valent Guardian Company”
True to the sign the pathway before our party seemed cleaner. Piles of leaves, sticks, and bramble were on either side. The pathway seemed to have been beaten down neatly to become a hard surface, it looked like sand and clay had been mixed to help prevent the paths ruin. Large tree limbs had been cut and piled neatly aside. While not green, they did seem as though they had been sitting there for a moment… This cleanliness raced on before them with piles of vegetation being placed in sporadic intervals.
The animals of the party, namely Bob and Connall would smell a foul odor… far to faint for their human companions, and even perhaps the giants among them. It was a faint sour scent…and it lingered like a blood stain on the otherwise clean white shirt.
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Khulan
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 36
Physical Description: Khulan is nothing short of lean, and though her muscles aren't incredibly large, they are prominent beneath her thick, sun-bronzed skin.
Her face shows her age, as lines have begun to develop around her eyes and streaks of grey run through her dark, thin hair.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khulan is normally seen wearing thick furs and leathers in cold weather and long, plain tunics in warmer weather. Her favorite weapon is a composite recurve bow and a well-made saber.
On her left hand, she often wears a falconry glove. A similar piece of thick leather is fastened onto her shoulder.
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Registered: Dec 8, 2017 14:25:13 GMT -8
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Post by Khulan on Jan 13, 2018 20:33:44 GMT -8
Conchobar had been offered a seat on one of the wagons, though he was nowhere near the two girls just yet. Sarangerel was on one of the carriages to the back and had prompted Nettle to join her, while Conchobar was asked to travel close to the front, nearest to Khulan. He didn't seem as though he wanted to harm them at all, and Khulan trusted that instinct, but she always veered toward caution.
One of the giants had taken to speaking to their new arrival merrily, however, speaking of his travels with Khulan thus far and their people's customs. He glanced at Rudiger, the Chesknight, and Nettle with his eyebrows popped up and his mouth open in a great smile. "In fact, there are songs of our people! Ulag, brother! Let us present them with the age-old epic... you all like songs, right? Mungling, bard! Start your fiddle!"
Khulan was hardly listening to the chatter, for she'd briefly stopped her warhorse to look around. She motioned for Chesknight, pointing to the sign. "Can you read that?" she asked him.
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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 16, 2018 0:43:06 GMT -8
Listening to the stories the giants told, the Chesknight rocked left and right slightly as he swayed to the beat, looking all-too-much like a rotund little pendulum. At first he didn't notice the atmosphere change, so enraptured as he was. He was generally a very vigilant person, but no matter how serious a fae may be, they rarely could ignore new music. It wasn't until Khulan spoke to him that he turned, hopping down from the wagon. As he approached the sign, however, an unease settled over him, the humans mostly oblivious to it. It wasn't he who detected it per se, but as the horses and animals began to get antsy, knickering and making sounds of discomfort the fae could hear the words of their hearts.
"Khulan, wait. The animals are...uneasy here." he warned, drawing his blade. Many things could startle a horse, but when they all acted in such a way, he could almost feel their anxiety, settling over them like a miasma. Raising a hand he motioned to the others around him to keep quiet, scanning the pathway.
"It says this road is maintained by someone known as the "Valent Guard Company". It also says not to go off the trail." he added, though not tearing his amber eyes from the offending area.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Jan 16, 2018 12:09:15 GMT -8
Rudiger was having issues keeping Bob's head in check as they continued down the road. Usually the big beast could handle most any scent of threats without issue, but now he seemed to be overly antsy. He rode up to Khulan and Chesknight from his position at the rear of the caravan, and as Chesknight made his assertion about the uneasy animals, he agreed with him, "Chesknight is right, the animals can sense something is off. We need to be extra cautious ahead."
To prepare himself for anything, he firmly planted his helmet on his head, but left the visor up, so to be able to have an unrestricted field of view. He also drew his sword from his scabbard, and prepared for Khulan's next order.
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Conchobar
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: Conchobar stands high among men, at 6'0. His muscled and toned body justifies the hard life he has lived. Dark blue eyes are set upon a fair face, while dark brown locks fall around his head and dance upon his shoulders.
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Clothes and Equipment: Conchobar travels light. A green traveling tabard covers his torso, complimented by brown trousers and traveling boots. Iron-braced leather vambraces protect his wrists. A brown belt around his waist holds the sheathes for his dagger. Around his neck hangs his neck bag, which holds flint for fires.
Slung over his back is a steel longsword and a shield, which he uses in combat.
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Registered: Jan 6, 2018 5:10:07 GMT -8
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Post by Conchobar on Jan 16, 2018 13:17:17 GMT -8
Conchobar was initially wary, for Connall began to growl and brought his body closer to the ground. He was about to warn the group before Khulan spoke up. Before long Chesknight translated the nearby sign and his warning matched Conchobar's own. Rudiger to was privy to the animals' behavior.
Conchobar stood up where he sat on the wagon, trying to scan the immediate area for threats. "Hm." He hopped down, drawing his sword and shield, Connall coming in behind him. "If you would allow me to have a horse... I can scout ahead with Rudiger. We will find out if there is any threat nearby. The rest of you can stay with the caravan. Do any of you have a horn, something to signal us with in case we need to return?"
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Nettle
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 11
Physical Description: Nettle is a short girl, standing only at four feet in height. She has a pair of long, perky rabbit ears, and a short fluffy tail.
Registered: Dec 10, 2017 8:21:44 GMT -8
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Post by Nettle on Jan 16, 2018 21:10:07 GMT -8
Nettle sniffs, nose wrinkling oddly. She smell is new. She likes new things, generally. But new things are also suspicious. Uncertain, she looks around, eyes suddenly predatory. As she was once, so is she now. Her senses are sharp, and she drools a little at the thought of blood dribbling down her chin. But then she snaps out of it. She should probably tell somebody. She scurries up to Khulan, tugging on her sleeve.
"It smells funny," she says, "It's all sour."
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Khulan
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 36
Physical Description: Khulan is nothing short of lean, and though her muscles aren't incredibly large, they are prominent beneath her thick, sun-bronzed skin.
Her face shows her age, as lines have begun to develop around her eyes and streaks of grey run through her dark, thin hair.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khulan is normally seen wearing thick furs and leathers in cold weather and long, plain tunics in warmer weather. Her favorite weapon is a composite recurve bow and a well-made saber.
On her left hand, she often wears a falconry glove. A similar piece of thick leather is fastened onto her shoulder.
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Registered: Dec 8, 2017 14:25:13 GMT -8
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Post by Khulan on Jan 17, 2018 15:18:16 GMT -8
Khulan looked down at Nettle and nodded, taking the warning to heart. Everyone was antsy, so there was absolutely no ignoring it. "Rudiger, Conchobar," she said, whistling for a horse at the back to be lead to the front. "Scout ahead once more. Do as you did, stray from the road. Check thoroughly."
Once the horse was given to Conchobar, she turned to Nettle and Chesknight. "Arm yourselves, be ready for an attack. Nettle, take care of the giants, as they can't move swiftly." She cracked the smallest of smiles. "Punch anyone who means us harm."
"Chesknight, keep eye on the carriages in the back and make sure we're not getting flanked. I shall stay at the front."
As she barked orders to the merchants and Sarangerel to stay inside the circle of protection, and for the giants to get their axes ready, Khulan strung her bow again, keeping an eye out for an ambush.
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Conchobar
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: Conchobar stands high among men, at 6'0. His muscled and toned body justifies the hard life he has lived. Dark blue eyes are set upon a fair face, while dark brown locks fall around his head and dance upon his shoulders.
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Clothes and Equipment: Conchobar travels light. A green traveling tabard covers his torso, complimented by brown trousers and traveling boots. Iron-braced leather vambraces protect his wrists. A brown belt around his waist holds the sheathes for his dagger. Around his neck hangs his neck bag, which holds flint for fires.
Slung over his back is a steel longsword and a shield, which he uses in combat.
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Registered: Jan 6, 2018 5:10:07 GMT -8
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Post by Conchobar on Jan 17, 2018 15:28:22 GMT -8
Conchobar made a clicking noise, ordering Connall to stay with the caravan. The hound whimpered, but faithfully retreated to withint he circle. He would warn the group of impending danger. "Remember, whistle for us at the slightest possibility of an attack."
Conchobar looked to Rudiger, "let's ride." The newcomer would take the lead and ride up the road a bit. He scanned the area and attempted to find a hill. As he ascended the incline he made sure to listen out for any suspicious noises. His goal was to get a better view of their surroundings and pinpoint areas that may conceal an ambuscade. All the while he made sure to keep a safe distance from the trees, brush, and general blind spots, lest someone jump out and surprise him.
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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 17, 2018 15:39:16 GMT -8
When the others, too, came forward with news of discomfort the Chesknight glanced around, with renewed vigilance. As Khulan spoke to him he gave a nod. A flank would be devastating on a caravan of wagons, with so little maneuverability they could be herded straight forward into an ambush. No, he knew better than to let the enemy do something so devastating, and he was pleased that Khulan understood it as well. His only concern... He looked after Conchobar as he rode off, turning his gaze to Rudiger.
"Be safe, Sir Rudiger, I hope we may laugh about this understanding when you return." he said solemnly, patting Bob's flank before heading, sword still in hand, to the back of their caravan. Standing behind the animals and wood as they huddled closer together for protection, the Chesknight pressed the tip of his sword in the ground before him, folding both hands over its pommel. His eyes were on constant alert as he opened his mind to the birds and animals that may be around him. He was prepared for the best, or the worst.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Jan 17, 2018 18:55:20 GMT -8
Rudiger nodded to Chesknight when Khulan ordered him along with Conchobar, following after the warrior on Bob. Even if the horse was nervous, he would still do his job, and that was to follow Cochobar further down the road, and then up the incline. He remained silent for the ride, not wanting to let his voice give him away if there were people, or creatures out there.
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The Hordes
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Physical Description: An NPC account for posting monsters and other fun creatures.
Registered: Aug 20, 2017 21:45:14 GMT -8
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Post by The Hordes on Jan 17, 2018 19:06:48 GMT -8
The sound of hooves against packed earth echoed faintly as they rode over the maintained road. The trees on either side grew thicker bramble and ivy grew into a thick weave that prevented most movement through the woods. Several game trails however burrowed through and offered glimpses of a yet denser tangle of branches and thorns, fading away to a dull grey-green. There was a pathway, likely once a game trail, that was easily spotted by the scout. There were footprints, of various sizes and weights climbing up and down the trail. The edges of the tracks were smoothed… some even filled with debris. The Trail rolled along the side of one of the larger hills, moving upwards at a gentle pace, though even elevated Conchobar would see little further down the road. The faint smell of charcoal and smoke cut through the soft scent of the woods as they neared the top of the hill. In the man’s silence as he rode he would only hear the soft clatter of gear and the faint echoing of hooves as they rode… The smell of a campfire on the breeze passed over him, it was definitely coming from the direction they were heading. The tension in bobs flanks actually eased as they ascended… nor did his ears twitch quiet as fiercely, now a casual scan rather than the frantic search it had been back on the road… Standing guard in front of the group , Khulan would be able to see where the scouts left the seemingly paved road , the route they took seemed one of the few large enough for a horse to move through, and was not exactly hidden by any means... She would catch glimpses of them as they moved through the trees upwards to the highpoint of one of the many hills before her. The road was quiet… She could still hear the clop of hooves against the trail even after the scouts were not longer in her sight. The wind picked up , enough to push her hair back. The clean air had a faint smokey scent to it with a sweetness at the very end that reminded her if she had eaten recently or not. Johnathan a lanky scarecrow of a man , the fabric merchant, cautiously approached Khulan, coughing before getting to close… “ Uhh Khulan, why have we stopped? Are the giants on guard for something? Should we do anything else to prepare?” The Fae knight opened himself to the world around him… The Caravan animals were still uneasy. Fear was a common topic among the horses… To run away, to the soft fields they had passed before. The live stock busied themselves with their meals, but stopped often to listen to the wind… or to inhale the sour scent---- only to decide it was safe enough for one more bite. That is the extent of which his contact with the animal in this area , other than that; The world was empty---No not empty… there was… something? Ahead of the path. No more than a fleeting feeling that felt sporadic…Hunger. His eyes found less than his mind… Looking about he saw no birds… No rodents… No deer… When had he last seen a creature? Looking back through his mind… it would have been some time ago… The giants lumbered on to their places, massive heads swiveling to scan the tree lines for any sign of danger. Both wore a grim expression. The woods on either side of the caravan were not very thick, not anywhere close to how thick the woods infront of the group had been. It was fairly easy to see that there was nothing hiding along their sides, yet still they did not take their eyes from the wood lines. Nettle’s ears would undoubtedly pick up on the chatter among the miners and merchants… unease spread among them like a wildfire. Talk of an ambush spread… of bandits… of wolves and men who could communicate with beast. “Is that a hat?” A high pitched voice asked from behind Nettle. A young girl with straw-colored hair and applecheeks stared wide with amber eyes. “ Can I see it?” She asked holding out her hands. |
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Conchobar
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Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: Conchobar stands high among men, at 6'0. His muscled and toned body justifies the hard life he has lived. Dark blue eyes are set upon a fair face, while dark brown locks fall around his head and dance upon his shoulders.
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Clothes and Equipment: Conchobar travels light. A green traveling tabard covers his torso, complimented by brown trousers and traveling boots. Iron-braced leather vambraces protect his wrists. A brown belt around his waist holds the sheathes for his dagger. Around his neck hangs his neck bag, which holds flint for fires.
Slung over his back is a steel longsword and a shield, which he uses in combat.
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Registered: Jan 6, 2018 5:10:07 GMT -8
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Post by Conchobar on Jan 18, 2018 14:35:27 GMT -8
A smoky scent filled the nostril's of Conchobar's nose before they peached the peak of the hill. He instinctively pulled on the reins of his horse, like a trader pulling his goods away from a vagrant. "Smoke ahead," he said quietly, turning to face Rudiger.
The lightly-armored warrior dismounted, sliding effortlessly from the stallion's saddle, and handed the reins off to Rudiger. He crouched and crept up the remaining length of the hill. His footsteps were as subtle as a mouse, his instictive caution like that of a deer. When he came upon the crest of the incline he found himself on his stomach, slowly peeking over to see where the scent of charcoal and smoke originated from.
He would immediately gather what information he could. Who or what it was, how many, weapons, activity, and so on. This information would be quickly passed on to Rudiger in the form of a hushed whisper. Conchobar could easily climb back onto his horse and the two could ride away safely, as if they were not even there.
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