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 18, 2018 22:07:15 GMT -8
Nettle hears it, but remains unconcerned. She's excited. It has been too long since she was last allowed to punch something, or perhaps someone. The only action she takes to prepare is to unwrap her gauntlets and to fit them over her tiny hands.
She turns to face the child, eyes glistening, wide and predatory, like drops of blood on snow. However, she regains a certain amount of composure. Enough at least to ask, "What hat?"
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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 18, 2018 22:27:32 GMT -8
No, something was indeed not right. The animals spoke to him, he could feel the beating of their hearts, each labored breath, but here he felt...nothing. This forest was a void, a predator crouched the pounce: and they were the only animals left. Gone was the mirthful knight they had traveled with. This was the time for a warrior. There would be blood today, he felt it in his heart. It would not be theirs. Behind him he could hear the stirrings of the people, merchants and travelers that depended on him; no, all of them to see them safely along.
"Please," he spoke aloud, not turning his gaze from the forest. "I understand your unease, know we will protect you. No matter the cost, we will hold the line." The Chesknight had been with them for some time, and while some minor threats had harried them, this was clearly more than that. More than him...but it wasn't just him anymore.
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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 21, 2018 8:01:48 GMT -8
Bob calming down actually worried Rudiger more about the route they were taking. If he was calming down as they left the trail and ascended, what was waiting for them down below? He also smelled the smoke, and nodded his head in affirmation when Conchobar declared he smelled it too. When the warrior dismounted his stallion and handed the reins to Rudiger, he held onto them tightly, prepared to hand them off if Conchobar came running back with bad news, or a creature on his trail. He waited there for the meantime, waiting for news.
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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 21, 2018 14:28:57 GMT -8
"Ready any weapons you have. Get back into your carriages. Kill anyone who tries to harm you," said Khulan, getting straight to the point. She turned her eyes to look back at Johnothan only briefly. "Now."
She could only wonder what Conchobar and Rudiger were finding. No one was comfortable with the situation, especially those more sensitive to the world around them. Khulan expected the worst. In fact, she dared it to come along. Still, the prayed that the men come back safely so at least they could fight side by side.
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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 22, 2018 18:24:43 GMT -8
The scout would see a neat cluster of tents arranged in a cross shape with a more permanent campfire and cooking station in the center. Logs had been felled to act as makeshift benches. The cream-colored tends looked of decent quality, and were marked with a bronze kite shield with three black arrows on its face. The fire was long dead, there was no smoke trickling from the coals at this point… Just the lingering scent of there having been one. There was no noise to be heard from the camp… For that matter, there were no sounds typically found in the woods… Birds. Beast. Nothing…. The young girl’s eyes widen with concern for the briefest of moments… But she gathers her self and points at Nettles’ ears. “That one. Is it soft?” She ask curiosity shining brightly in her eyes. At this point, Nettel would be able to see a number of other children watching from safe vantage points, under the chart, behind someone’s legs, and even from on top on of the covered caravan wagons-- well that was til the boy’s mother started at the boy. -----Chesknight----- The tranquil peace of the woods the Chesknight watched slowly twisted itself into a chorus of foreboding silence… The wind picked up, leafs became the rattle on a viper’s tail. Swaying branches became arrows knocked… Shadows danced under the canopy… Each hiding a vagabond waiting to strike… Cautious footsteps, made their way to knight--- though that’s all they could be called for they might as well have been claps of thunder in this symphony of silence. “ Sir Knight… What are you watching for?” A young boy asked apprehensively. The boy was probably one of the older children of the group, old enough to do minor work no doubt, but still too young to be trusted out of sight most likely. “ A-alright” the tailor jumped and scurried off. Word spread quickly...Soon the children would be rounded up and everyone would be armed. It seemed the world held its breath for the scouts… |
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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 22, 2018 18:36:46 GMT -8
As the boy approached from behind the Knight glanced towards him only for the shortest of moments to identify him before his gaze returned to the road. Raising a hand slightly he motioned for the young man to stop and shook his head.
"I hope I'm watching for nothing and merely wasting my time." he replied. Although he was a born warrior, he had no desire to see war. In fact, the day he could sheath his sword for good, when the humans found the peace he knew they one day would achieve, he would be satisfied. Until then, however, he would see to it that the peaceful got to live full lives.
"Go back and protect the children." he ordered the boy. "If anything happens, be prepared to keep them safe. I'm entrusting this task to you." reaching into a pouch looped around his belt he plucked something out, not glancing back as he tossed it in a perfect arc towards the boy. If he were to catch it he would find it to be a small acorn, curiously enchanted to stand the tests of time. "Take this and keep it close. For luck, squire."
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Ittan-Momen
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: A roll of cotton
Clothes and Equipment: Cotton
Registered: Jan 22, 2018 21:21:40 GMT -8
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Post by Ittan-Momen on Jan 22, 2018 21:41:10 GMT -8
A roll of cotton lazily floated along the road, moving from one side of the road to another as the winds dictate. It wasn’t very threatening looking, and almost seemed to be looking for company.
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Ittan-Momen
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: A roll of cotton
Clothes and Equipment: Cotton
Registered: Jan 22, 2018 21:21:40 GMT -8
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Post by Ittan-Momen on Jan 23, 2018 11:42:39 GMT -8
A roll of cotton lazily floated along the road, moving from one side of the road to another as the winds dictate. It wasn’t very threatening looking, and almost seemed to be looking for company. The cotton roll finds no friends, and floats above the trees. He flies off to a distant land, atmospheric winds pushing him in a manner not dissimilar a lost balloon. |
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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 23, 2018 13:53:29 GMT -8
Nettle realizes what is happening then, and quickly covers her ears with her hands.
"It's not a hat! These are my ears!"
the moment seems to have defused her tension, however, and she slowly brings her hands back down to her sides.
"But," she starts, hesitantly, "I guess you can touch them."
She leans over, letting them flop in the direction of the child.
"But promise not to pull them."
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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 23, 2018 14:02:59 GMT -8
Conchobar peered over into the sea of empty tents. Most.... curious... he thought. He had to restrain from investigating further. Something was definitely amiss, and he and Rudiger needed to warn the others.
Coming away from the crest quickly, he took the reins from Rudiger and quickly mounted his horse. "There's a camp.... but it's empty. As if it was built and left to sit without occupation. It isn't right, something is amiss. We should turn back and warn the others."
Conchobar would once again lead the way, bringing himself and Rudiger back to where Khulan and the Toragana Caravan remained. When they arrived the lightly-armored warrior would detail everything he saw to the woman, and express his eerie concern.
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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 31, 2018 9:20:16 GMT -8
Rudiger handed the reins over to Conchobar, nodding as he heard what he said. So it seemed that whoever was here had left... or wanted them to think that they had left. He followed the other man back down the hill, threading their way down the possibly treacherous slope, avoiding any rocks that could cause horse and rider tumbling down the hillside. When they reached the caravan, Rudiger followed Conchobar to Khulan, and echoed the other warrior's warning, "They're waiting for us down the road. Whoever they are, they mean to take advantage of the fact we have children and people who can't fight along with."
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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 Feb 1, 2018 12:02:40 GMT -8
Khulan watched the scouts approach with some relief, though tensions were kept high throughout the caravan. Once she received the news, she nodded. "Did you see exactly where they're perched?" she asked, looking both scouts in the eye. "Give me every detail. Did you check through the camp?"
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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 Feb 1, 2018 14:36:24 GMT -8
Conchobar dutifully approached Khulan, his newfound ally, and spoke. "We ascended the hill, only to find an empty camp below. Perhaps the occupants are somewhere nearby, or maybe they're in trouble - could be a larger force at work here." Conchobar shuddered at the thought of some foul magic that whisked the campers away, imagining a terrible evil that came and went without a trace. "We did not hesitate to return here, Khulan. Something is amiss here, and we should exercise utmost caution."
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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 Feb 3, 2018 19:49:56 GMT -8
Khulan looked down the road after Conchobar spoke, trying to find the best path for them to take. "You didn't check their bags?" asked the woman. "It's quiet. Have you noticed it? Not even the bellows of war would chase away songbirds. There's nothing skittering through the leaves. Something is wrong."
She turned her horse around to face the caravan. "Nettle, I want you to board one of the carriages alone. Everyone else, take a horse or share the other two. Conchobar, I want you to scout alongside the caravan on foot, with me. Rudiger, lead with the first carriage with Nettle on board and give her a whistle when something happens. Conchobar and I will both search for any threats and support you if an ambush comes.
She turned toward Chesknight. "I trust you to bring up the rear. Protect the caravan at all costs. If we lose the battle you must retreat with the caravan, but if they attack you before us, you will need to signal us to let us know."
Khulan turned to all her fighters. She wished she had more, but this would have to do. "Understood?"
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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 Feb 5, 2018 9:23:58 GMT -8
Rudiger listened closely to what Khulan said, nodding along with her commands. She obviously knew what she was doing, and he didn't feel it necessary to add anything onto the conversation besides, "Yes Ma'am." He spurred Bob away from the group, and took up his position besides the first wagon, keeping his visor raised, so he could whistle with ease. He slid his hand and half sword out of its scabbard, readying himself for any trouble.
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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 Feb 5, 2018 14:24:01 GMT -8
Conchobar was impressed with Khulan's plan, eagerly nodding and preparing to head out with her. "A sound plan."
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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 Feb 5, 2018 20:34:31 GMT -8
Nettle hears this and hops into the nearest carriage. Her more carnivorous traits are back, and fully on display. Hey eyes wide and glistening.
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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 Feb 8, 2018 21:45:08 GMT -8
Pushing forward, with Nettle loaded into the lead carriage alone and Rudiger following alongside it, with the rest of the caravan far back, Khulan hoped to draw out an ambush with the distraction and surprise them with Nettle. Rudiger was being covered by Khulan and Conchobar, and the caravan was guarded by Chesknight and the giants.
Conchobar was to the right of the road, and Khulan to the left. They were both hidden deep inside the brush, almost invisible with their pelts, just like a coyote or a wildcat.
As they crept forward, every breath felt like a storm, every footfall an earthquake. Tensions were incredibly high, but this was how life on the road was. Every turn was going to be this dangerous, and this was just the start.
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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 Feb 9, 2018 20:09:07 GMT -8
----- Chestknight ----- The young man's eyes lit up when the fae knight tossed the trinket to him, at first the boy frowned upon seeing what the item was... But at the words squire, well his grin could hardly fit on his face. " Yes, sir!" He said, making a fist and putting it to his heart. He darted off hearing the other children being called back, only to look back at the stoic fae warrior. " Stay strong knight! I believe in you!" He said dipping into his family's cart. ----- The Road ahead ---- The path ahead was clear... The road, easily seen. Still, there was no other noise than those made by the traveling group... Dried grass shattered underfoot... twigs erupted... heart beats rumbled the very ground before them... All for what? The animals grew irritated... Skittish even. Even the knight's steed seemed at ill ease from walking down this pathway, but there was nothing. Just the piles left from gathering leaves and branches that littered the edges of the pathway. |
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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 Feb 11, 2018 21:38:05 GMT -8
Pleased the boy was once more safe, (Well, safer than being out in the open, anyways.), the Chesknight resumed his watch. Indeed, it wasn't until Conchobar and Rudiger returned that he felt any sense of ease. A notion that was quickly washed away with their news. This was no misunderstanding, as they may have hoped. This was almost certainly to be a battle.
As Khulan issued her orders, the Knight nodded in agreement. Indeed, his lack of mobility made it a safer bet to place him at the rear. To see his comrades-in-arms heading along the danger was a hard pill to swallow, however. Approaching a wagon he pulled himself up to stand upon its wooden frame, staring out behind them as they rode. He would defend his charge to the death if he had to, and he was more than prepared to do so.
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