City of Whispers
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Player's online availability : Tag me and I shall arrive. You can also tag Thorny Boy on Discord.
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 19:15:32 GMT -8
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Post by City of Whispers on Feb 12, 2018 15:51:51 GMT -8
Tsali Kaue Alliandre SaleiaThe sludge-like mud from the rain a few days prior had soon dried into a more agreeable path. The first two days were largely uneventful, a cycle of riding, breaks, food and at last camp. The camps were humble, small things and, if the two women had no tents, they would be sleeping under the stars. Thankfully the Ranger, Vex, had affixed to Tsali and his own horse's saddlebag a bedroll, and would have offered Alliandre one as well if she didn't already have one. If the two women were in search of conversation they would soon find each other to be the only real source of it. While Vex didn't hide anything from them, and would answer any questions they may have had to the best of his ability he didn't seem interested in getting involved in any long discussions and tended to shut them down before they began. On the third evening, the man drew his horse to a stop. Although there was more sunlight left than there usually would be before stopping, if seemed he was calling it earlier than usual. "There's a creek not far from here." he explained, dismounting. "It diverges from the path here, and I'd rather have the water supply tonight."
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Tsali Kaue
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May the winds guide you.
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: She is 268 full moons old as her tribe would put it which roughly translates to 21 years of age.
Physical Description: -
With a native tint she is often overlooked in the grand scheme of things. her physical physique is quite striking with her raven black hair and ocean deep blue eyes. Her body is athletically built and well maintained as she spent her childhood as a hard working farmer and hunter for her tribe and her more recent years as an adventurer. She stands at a height of 1,60M / 5,2Ft.
Clothes and Equipment: -
She wears a pair of ragged robed around her body made from fine cloth that she had traded on her journey together with a sewn undershirt and some basic brown pants.
A small vial with a blue liquid around her neck along with a traveling bag on her back, traveling shoes made especially for long journeys and a pair of leather half gauntlets.
She also possesses a dagger with magical properties handmade by her great ancestors said to be blessed by the wind spirits of the great plains. The spirits seem to preference whoever this dagger belongs to, it can be used as a normal dagger yet can also be thrown like a arrow to the sky where it can be directed by its owner until it'll return to the owner's hand.
Player's online availability : Weekends probably, ill try to check every evening too (GMT+1)
Registered: Nov 27, 2017 4:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Tsali Kaue on Feb 13, 2018 2:40:59 GMT -8
"I'll go" Said tsali without hesitation, dismounting her horse with a hop and a jump. Stretching her back as she got her feet on solid footing again. "How many days left till we get there anyway vex?" She asked as she took her horse by its reins and leaded it along with the group to a small clearing at the side of the road where she assumed the camp would be set up. she got the supplies to transport the water to the camp from a bag tied up to one one of the horses, turning towards Alliandre and asking "Want to come with me or stay and help with the camp?"
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Alliandre Saleia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 99 
Age: 25
Physical Description: She is a tall (5'11") and fair-skinned young woman. Long black hair falls down the entirety of her backside, terminating in a slight ponytail for the last foot of hair. Her lithe and muscular form is heavily complimented by her choice in clothing, and she maintains a strict regime of cleanliness that makes herself constantly clean and nearly germ-free. Her blue eyes glow dimly in all but the brightest of lights.
Clothes and Equipment: Silken robes cover most of her body, with her shoulders and chest protected by leather armor. Long black boots stretch up to meet matching black greaves at her knees. A glaive is usually slung across her back, its long haft inscribed with a flowing pattern of runes that enhance magical healing abilities. The glaive's blade is a dull green color, but incredibly sharp. A first aid kit is secured to her belt just beneath the end of her hair.
Registered: Jun 5, 2016 0:41:42 GMT -8
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Post by Alliandre Saleia on Feb 14, 2018 7:18:15 GMT -8
"I can tag along with you." She said cheerfully.
Alli was always down to do or try something new, and had no issue sleeping under the stars or in a tent, though given the rain she had selected a tent.
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Tsali Kaue
Established
May the winds guide you.
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: She is 268 full moons old as her tribe would put it which roughly translates to 21 years of age.
Physical Description: -
With a native tint she is often overlooked in the grand scheme of things. her physical physique is quite striking with her raven black hair and ocean deep blue eyes. Her body is athletically built and well maintained as she spent her childhood as a hard working farmer and hunter for her tribe and her more recent years as an adventurer. She stands at a height of 1,60M / 5,2Ft.
Clothes and Equipment: -
She wears a pair of ragged robed around her body made from fine cloth that she had traded on her journey together with a sewn undershirt and some basic brown pants.
A small vial with a blue liquid around her neck along with a traveling bag on her back, traveling shoes made especially for long journeys and a pair of leather half gauntlets.
She also possesses a dagger with magical properties handmade by her great ancestors said to be blessed by the wind spirits of the great plains. The spirits seem to preference whoever this dagger belongs to, it can be used as a normal dagger yet can also be thrown like a arrow to the sky where it can be directed by its owner until it'll return to the owner's hand.
Player's online availability : Weekends probably, ill try to check every evening too (GMT+1)
Registered: Nov 27, 2017 4:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Tsali Kaue on Feb 14, 2018 8:48:43 GMT -8
"Let's go then" She said gleefully as she Threw an large empty jug towards Alliandre for her to catch in her arms. she headed towards the dirt road that laid almost hidden between the heavy vegetation while turning her head towards vex "We'll be back before sundown" she said as she headed down the path. Not soon after they left the clearing tsali decided to start up some conversation "So where are you from" she started as the sky turned a orange shade over the trees "Any village close by or from across the border"
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Zookeeper
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 162
Physical Description: A very tall (7'11") anthropomorphic sable antelope. He sports 2 rather large horns that curve back, adding an extra foot to his height.
His height, a side effect of his biologically immortality which hasnt fully stopped his growth, makes him have to rely on Gem to get around and occasionally leg braces for long bouts of walking. This will only get worse as time goes on.
His coat of fur is generally chocolate brown around his extremities and darkens to a jet black at his abdomen, with his face, belly, and hands and feet being white. He takes great pride in keeping his fur neat and clean, and his fur ranges from short and soft on his body to long and course on his main and tail. He occasionally even sells brushes made from his own hair.
Clothes and Equipment: He doesnt understand the point of clothing and likes his fur, but still wears a light garment covering his more private regions for society's sake.
His main weapon is a crossbow, with which he shoots either tranquilizer darts (loaded with a temporary nuerotoxin), or regular darts
His height makes leg braces necessary occasionally, especially when carrying weight. They are made with basic metal, and he cant do much more than walk awkwardly with them
Gem: Due to his inability to travel long distances by foot, he tends to rely on a tame feral gemsbok named Gem.
She is never far from the zookeeper and hates being separated from her loving master for too long, though is quick to assist him when it comes to things like guard duty
Player's online availability : just keep waiting just keep waiting just keep waiting just keep waiting
Registered: Feb 18, 2018 5:26:34 GMT -8
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Post by Zookeeper on Feb 19, 2018 7:46:44 GMT -8
The soft patter of hooves on packed dirt could be heard through the forest as the four antelope pulled the old cart steadily along the trail.
On top was the Zookeeper, a rather large fellow who was clearly not human. Instead seeming more of a cross between a sable antelope and a human, horns and all.
The cart groaned and creaked under the weight of supplies and goods he was hoping to sell and trade.
The Zookeeper checked his tattered old map once more and said, to no one in particular:
"Ive been traveling for the better part of the day and this path still looks the same... Am i even on the right path anymore?
Maybe its time to give the bonteboks a break."
He pulled lightly on the reigns and the team came to a gentle stop. The keeper engaged the breaks and hoped down to unhook the antelope before digging in the cart to look for the sack of feed.
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City of Whispers
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Player's online availability : Tag me and I shall arrive. You can also tag Thorny Boy on Discord.
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 19:15:32 GMT -8
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Post by City of Whispers on Feb 19, 2018 9:28:18 GMT -8
Vex gave a nod at Tsali and Alliandre as the two headed towards the woods. Wordlessly he began to set up their sleeping positions, and gathering wood for a small fire. So quiet was he, when he stepped back slightly into the shadows to avoid the sight of a wagon, he watched the strange man and his strange bonteboks pass by without disturbing them. It seemed the man was lost, but his mission didn't account for helping Minotaur or whatever this thing was find their destination. Now that he was passed, he stooped, beginning to light his campfire. If the Zookeeper noticed him and decided to wheel back so be it, but he didn't want his allies not being able to find their way back if it got too dark. The trees that Alliandre and Tsali would find themselves passing through were large, but did little to interfere with their travel if one didn't count the knotted roots that crept across the floor like tangled tails of massive, slumbering beasts. The slant of falling sunlight no longer made it to the forest floor yet it was still enough to navigate by. It wasn't difficult to find the stream, flowing at a speed due to the recent rains. Indeed the water was clear and inviting, and offered no resistance if one were to gather it up. |
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Zookeeper
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 162
Physical Description: A very tall (7'11") anthropomorphic sable antelope. He sports 2 rather large horns that curve back, adding an extra foot to his height.
His height, a side effect of his biologically immortality which hasnt fully stopped his growth, makes him have to rely on Gem to get around and occasionally leg braces for long bouts of walking. This will only get worse as time goes on.
His coat of fur is generally chocolate brown around his extremities and darkens to a jet black at his abdomen, with his face, belly, and hands and feet being white. He takes great pride in keeping his fur neat and clean, and his fur ranges from short and soft on his body to long and course on his main and tail. He occasionally even sells brushes made from his own hair.
Clothes and Equipment: He doesnt understand the point of clothing and likes his fur, but still wears a light garment covering his more private regions for society's sake.
His main weapon is a crossbow, with which he shoots either tranquilizer darts (loaded with a temporary nuerotoxin), or regular darts
His height makes leg braces necessary occasionally, especially when carrying weight. They are made with basic metal, and he cant do much more than walk awkwardly with them
Gem: Due to his inability to travel long distances by foot, he tends to rely on a tame feral gemsbok named Gem.
She is never far from the zookeeper and hates being separated from her loving master for too long, though is quick to assist him when it comes to things like guard duty
Player's online availability : just keep waiting just keep waiting just keep waiting just keep waiting
Registered: Feb 18, 2018 5:26:34 GMT -8
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Post by Zookeeper on Feb 19, 2018 12:31:15 GMT -8
Slightly off the trail could be seen a rather strange group. Four Bontebok, sleeping and eating some hay in the shade, A tall humanoid antelope checking a variety of maps and charts, and right next to him a Gemsbok, chewing her cud peacefully. All next to a large cart packed full of goods.
A plume of smoke rose nearby, and GEM, the affection name for the Gemsbok, was the first to notice. She nudged the zookeeper, absorbed in his books, until he finally looked up with an exhausted sigh.
"Now what is it gem? I need to finish these. Help yourself if you're hungry"
Gem shook her head and looked towards the black plume
"Ah... of course i finally meet someone else now. I cant leave all this alone."
Gem grunts softly and digs in the cart, pulling out two weird contraptions
"My leg braces? I guess its close enough to walk if you really think you keep watch
here."
She nodded eagerly
"Alright alright. But if it isnt someone good im going to need you to run over. I know you know what the whistle means right?" He says, pulling out a red whistle, with flute like holes in it
She nods again and starts nudging the keeper to get moving
"Be patient... i still need my tranq bow, and some darts, and..." he trails off as he digs through the cart.
Soon the zookeeper begins slowly making his way to the campsite, his clumsy leg braces ruining any chance of stealth as he grips his crossbow tightly.
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Alliandre Saleia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 99
Age: 25
Physical Description: She is a tall (5'11") and fair-skinned young woman. Long black hair falls down the entirety of her backside, terminating in a slight ponytail for the last foot of hair. Her lithe and muscular form is heavily complimented by her choice in clothing, and she maintains a strict regime of cleanliness that makes herself constantly clean and nearly germ-free. Her blue eyes glow dimly in all but the brightest of lights.
Clothes and Equipment: Silken robes cover most of her body, with her shoulders and chest protected by leather armor. Long black boots stretch up to meet matching black greaves at her knees. A glaive is usually slung across her back, its long haft inscribed with a flowing pattern of runes that enhance magical healing abilities. The glaive's blade is a dull green color, but incredibly sharp. A first aid kit is secured to her belt just beneath the end of her hair.
Registered: Jun 5, 2016 0:41:42 GMT -8
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Post by Alliandre Saleia on Feb 20, 2018 12:08:04 GMT -8
"Let's go then" She said gleefully as she Threw an large empty jug towards Alliandre for her to catch in her arms. she headed towards the dirt road that laid almost hidden between the heavy vegetation while turning her head towards vex "We'll be back before sundown" she said as she headed down the path. Not soon after they left the clearing tsali decided to start up some conversation "So where are you from" she started as the sky turned a orange shade over the trees "Any village close by or from across the border" Alli caught the jug easily, leaning over in her saddle to catch the jug before it smashed into the ground. She tied the horse to a tree and caught up to Tsali "I am from Aeadan actually, but since its destruction I resided in Gauldin for a bit and then Isra. What about you?" She asked, taking care to not twist her ankle on any of the twisting roots. |
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Tsali Kaue
Established
May the winds guide you.
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: She is 268 full moons old as her tribe would put it which roughly translates to 21 years of age.
Physical Description: -
With a native tint she is often overlooked in the grand scheme of things. her physical physique is quite striking with her raven black hair and ocean deep blue eyes. Her body is athletically built and well maintained as she spent her childhood as a hard working farmer and hunter for her tribe and her more recent years as an adventurer. She stands at a height of 1,60M / 5,2Ft.
Clothes and Equipment: -
She wears a pair of ragged robed around her body made from fine cloth that she had traded on her journey together with a sewn undershirt and some basic brown pants.
A small vial with a blue liquid around her neck along with a traveling bag on her back, traveling shoes made especially for long journeys and a pair of leather half gauntlets.
She also possesses a dagger with magical properties handmade by her great ancestors said to be blessed by the wind spirits of the great plains. The spirits seem to preference whoever this dagger belongs to, it can be used as a normal dagger yet can also be thrown like a arrow to the sky where it can be directed by its owner until it'll return to the owner's hand.
Player's online availability : Weekends probably, ill try to check every evening too (GMT+1)
Registered: Nov 27, 2017 4:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Tsali Kaue on Feb 20, 2018 12:44:05 GMT -8
Hearing about the kingdoms and the glimpse of its history tsali realised just how much of an outsider she really was. "Must have been rough" she said simply, Must have been rough to have your nation destroyed she thought while she looked to the ground with a pause for a moment before remembering alliandre's follow up question and returning her gaze upwards, "I'm from the west, from Beyond most lands it's a tribal village at the dorvian river" "Far far from here" She sighed after a pause and a smile. The trees made way for a small clearing as the noise of a river stream came closer with every step. "This must be it"
She grabbed her jug by the opening and proceeded to kneel by the banks of the creek, Filling the jug with water. "Would you mind telling me some more about these kingdoms?" She asked "I've done my best to learn about these southern nations but it's been hard as most of my information comes from the strong stories told at the various inn's I visit" She giggled a little at the memory of some of the stories she's heard. "I'd like to know more of these regions if you don't mind teaching me"
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City of Whispers
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Player's online availability : Tag me and I shall arrive. You can also tag Thorny Boy on Discord.
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 19:15:32 GMT -8
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Post by City of Whispers on Feb 21, 2018 10:13:59 GMT -8
The water, flowing quickly, had no qualms about filling the jug as the wide mouth was moved down close enough. Indeed, it seemed that their mission had met with success and though the sun had already begun to tuck itself away for the night, casting long shadows that made it difficult to see in the distance where they had come one could see the orange glow of a distant fire. Likely Vex, preparing for their arrival. Although, it seemed as if he had other concerns at the moment.
Back at the camp, Vex had placed himself facing the road, his back to the modest campfire. He had to keep watch, after all. He didn't need the light burning away his darkvision, and more than that, if someone were to approach it would be difficult to make him out with the fire to his back. It was a factor he hoped wouldn't come into play- It seemed it had anyways.
Leaping nimbly to his feet he raised his bow, removing an arrow and knocking it in one fluid motion. "Who's there?" he demanded of the encroaching darkness. He did not draw his bow, as one might hear in the stories. After all, that would be unnecessarily exhausting and, if very difficult. No, it seemed he was content to simply knock it for now as he listened to the ominous sound approach, barely able to make out the bizarre figure in the darkness.
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Zookeeper
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 162
Physical Description: A very tall (7'11") anthropomorphic sable antelope. He sports 2 rather large horns that curve back, adding an extra foot to his height.
His height, a side effect of his biologically immortality which hasnt fully stopped his growth, makes him have to rely on Gem to get around and occasionally leg braces for long bouts of walking. This will only get worse as time goes on.
His coat of fur is generally chocolate brown around his extremities and darkens to a jet black at his abdomen, with his face, belly, and hands and feet being white. He takes great pride in keeping his fur neat and clean, and his fur ranges from short and soft on his body to long and course on his main and tail. He occasionally even sells brushes made from his own hair.
Clothes and Equipment: He doesnt understand the point of clothing and likes his fur, but still wears a light garment covering his more private regions for society's sake.
His main weapon is a crossbow, with which he shoots either tranquilizer darts (loaded with a temporary nuerotoxin), or regular darts
His height makes leg braces necessary occasionally, especially when carrying weight. They are made with basic metal, and he cant do much more than walk awkwardly with them
Gem: Due to his inability to travel long distances by foot, he tends to rely on a tame feral gemsbok named Gem.
She is never far from the zookeeper and hates being separated from her loving master for too long, though is quick to assist him when it comes to things like guard duty
Player's online availability : just keep waiting just keep waiting just keep waiting just keep waiting
Registered: Feb 18, 2018 5:26:34 GMT -8
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Post by Zookeeper on Feb 21, 2018 14:22:00 GMT -8
"Im just another traveler, friend." The zookeeper calls out.
He walks a bit closer, each awkward step being far from silent, with the clicking of the metal braces and crunching of leaves.
"I really dont mean you any harm. My maps are pretty old and i feel as if im lost.".
The contrast of the fire and darkness of the woods made it hard to see, and he was forced to look away from the figure.
What the stranger would see might be a bit odd... A tall figure with two large horns and a only vaguely human shape. His gate is stilted and noisy, as if he could barely walk at all. His eyes shine orange from the fire light, like one would expect from a cat, or other animal.
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Alliandre Saleia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 99
Age: 25
Physical Description: She is a tall (5'11") and fair-skinned young woman. Long black hair falls down the entirety of her backside, terminating in a slight ponytail for the last foot of hair. Her lithe and muscular form is heavily complimented by her choice in clothing, and she maintains a strict regime of cleanliness that makes herself constantly clean and nearly germ-free. Her blue eyes glow dimly in all but the brightest of lights.
Clothes and Equipment: Silken robes cover most of her body, with her shoulders and chest protected by leather armor. Long black boots stretch up to meet matching black greaves at her knees. A glaive is usually slung across her back, its long haft inscribed with a flowing pattern of runes that enhance magical healing abilities. The glaive's blade is a dull green color, but incredibly sharp. A first aid kit is secured to her belt just beneath the end of her hair.
Registered: Jun 5, 2016 0:41:42 GMT -8
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Post by Alliandre Saleia on Feb 22, 2018 8:12:35 GMT -8
Alli looked at the other woman, wishing that she could remain her own homeland with such fondness. The horrors that beset the city still haunted her, drowning all the good memories.
"I spent a lot of time learning my craft in a monastery, so I'm afraid I would not be of much use to you in that regard." She said, sadly, but forcing a half-hearted smile onto her face. She bent down after and filled up the jug as quickly as she could.
(OOC: If you are interested, Aeadan was an actual nation on tfs and can be found in the archives)
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Tsali Kaue
Established
May the winds guide you.
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: She is 268 full moons old as her tribe would put it which roughly translates to 21 years of age.
Physical Description: -
With a native tint she is often overlooked in the grand scheme of things. her physical physique is quite striking with her raven black hair and ocean deep blue eyes. Her body is athletically built and well maintained as she spent her childhood as a hard working farmer and hunter for her tribe and her more recent years as an adventurer. She stands at a height of 1,60M / 5,2Ft.
Clothes and Equipment: -
She wears a pair of ragged robed around her body made from fine cloth that she had traded on her journey together with a sewn undershirt and some basic brown pants.
A small vial with a blue liquid around her neck along with a traveling bag on her back, traveling shoes made especially for long journeys and a pair of leather half gauntlets.
She also possesses a dagger with magical properties handmade by her great ancestors said to be blessed by the wind spirits of the great plains. The spirits seem to preference whoever this dagger belongs to, it can be used as a normal dagger yet can also be thrown like a arrow to the sky where it can be directed by its owner until it'll return to the owner's hand.
Player's online availability : Weekends probably, ill try to check every evening too (GMT+1)
Registered: Nov 27, 2017 4:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Tsali Kaue on Feb 22, 2018 8:51:55 GMT -8
"That's alright" She replied with a small amount of disappointment as she pulled her jug out of the stream and swinged it over her shoulder. Taking her steps towards the dirt road again where she put down her jug and sat herself on a slightly elevated rock, waiting for alliandre to have filled her jug. Enjoying the sundown that lit a striking dark red glow over the tree trunks.
She jumped down again from her place as Alliandre walked towards her, picking up her jug again and carrying it over her shoulder as the two made their way back towards the camp "So what craft do you mean exactly?" she asked the woman as the small walk continued with the sun setting after them and the camp fire before them in the distance.
((OCC: I'll most definitely take a look at that when i have the time))
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Alliandre Saleia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 99
Age: 25
Physical Description: She is a tall (5'11") and fair-skinned young woman. Long black hair falls down the entirety of her backside, terminating in a slight ponytail for the last foot of hair. Her lithe and muscular form is heavily complimented by her choice in clothing, and she maintains a strict regime of cleanliness that makes herself constantly clean and nearly germ-free. Her blue eyes glow dimly in all but the brightest of lights.
Clothes and Equipment: Silken robes cover most of her body, with her shoulders and chest protected by leather armor. Long black boots stretch up to meet matching black greaves at her knees. A glaive is usually slung across her back, its long haft inscribed with a flowing pattern of runes that enhance magical healing abilities. The glaive's blade is a dull green color, but incredibly sharp. A first aid kit is secured to her belt just beneath the end of her hair.
Registered: Jun 5, 2016 0:41:42 GMT -8
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Post by Alliandre Saleia on Feb 22, 2018 9:34:12 GMT -8
Grateful for the subject change, Alli responded a bit more warmly as they walked back.
"Healing actually. Using both magical and non-magical methods. Alongside actual combat training, which was simultaneously easier and harder. I would serve alongside soldiers in battle, primarily focused on providing aid on the battlefield but fully capable of holding my own if necessary." Even the filled jug was carried with ease on a single shoulder, implying a strength her physique may not have initially suggested.
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Tsali Kaue
Established
May the winds guide you.
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: She is 268 full moons old as her tribe would put it which roughly translates to 21 years of age.
Physical Description: -
With a native tint she is often overlooked in the grand scheme of things. her physical physique is quite striking with her raven black hair and ocean deep blue eyes. Her body is athletically built and well maintained as she spent her childhood as a hard working farmer and hunter for her tribe and her more recent years as an adventurer. She stands at a height of 1,60M / 5,2Ft.
Clothes and Equipment: -
She wears a pair of ragged robed around her body made from fine cloth that she had traded on her journey together with a sewn undershirt and some basic brown pants.
A small vial with a blue liquid around her neck along with a traveling bag on her back, traveling shoes made especially for long journeys and a pair of leather half gauntlets.
She also possesses a dagger with magical properties handmade by her great ancestors said to be blessed by the wind spirits of the great plains. The spirits seem to preference whoever this dagger belongs to, it can be used as a normal dagger yet can also be thrown like a arrow to the sky where it can be directed by its owner until it'll return to the owner's hand.
Player's online availability : Weekends probably, ill try to check every evening too (GMT+1)
Registered: Nov 27, 2017 4:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Tsali Kaue on Feb 22, 2018 15:22:03 GMT -8
"Did you fight in a lot of battles?" wondered tsali, oblivious to the fact that she may rather not think back to those memories. Tsali had seen little fighting in her life outside of killing a wild bear or deer to survive, she was excellent with her blade yet she very rarely used it outside of hunting and utility use. And then if hit her.
"Owh" she sounded "I'm sorry" she said as she looked towards alliandre "This might not be the best subject to talk about is it?" she said before quickly leaving the question behind and moving on to the next, "So you're a mage too?" she said while hoping it would clear the tension although she wouldn't be surprised if it lingered at least a little bit.
"I'm actually one too" Said Tsali proudly yet that pride soon faded afterwards "Well, Not really to be honest" she continued "I know magic and i activate it sometimes" "although mostly on accident" She said quietly under her voice "it also seems to protect me without me doing anything if that makes any sense. I'd like to be able to use it better but so far it's just me playing around trying to do anything with it."
she went on like this for a while and i seemed like she had this on her mind for a long time now. She continued to talk about how it lead her to this quest and that the only thing she asked for was to be able to read some books on her rare magic sort. The sun set herself under the horizon with the path became increasingly hard to see with frail yellow and red glow in the distance from the camp as she rambled on, her necklace however lighting up ever so faintly in the darkness everytime she talked about her magic. Wind spirit magic.
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Khulan
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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 24, 2018 16:13:34 GMT -8
----- 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. Khulan nodded for her and Conchobar to scout further ahead. They needed to find the reason why everything was so quiet, why the animals were so unnerved, why everything felt so wrong. She was halfway contemplating going through that camp again: there had to be more there, something that could point them toward what was wrong. There probably wasn't time to do so now, unless they were already close to the camp. They had to keep an eye on Rudiger and Nettle who were posing as distractions away from the main caravan. |
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The Hordes
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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 24, 2018 18:03:31 GMT -8
Toragana Caravan [/font] The lead Time trickled by bit by bit... Moments passed by like stones on the pathway before our group. A blood chilling roar erupted from the piles of debris as hulking figures sprung from the larger piles. Nearly twice as tall as a man four of them attacked the lead Wagon. Wicked curved swords, four feet long, hung high like a guillotine' blade as the first two closed in on the knight riding escort of the first. The clatter of blackmail and plate added to the rumble of their throats as they closed the space from the sides of the road with menacing strides. The two at the rear, one armed with a blade like the other and the other armed with three long spears and a bulker attacked the cart, the spearmen launched what some might consider a short pike at the lead wagons horse, producing a shriek of agony as the beast fell, its partner bucking wildly trying to free its self from its tackle and harness. the middle The roar was answered as mounds of debris from all sides erupted, sickle-like swords raised high, spears hefted at the center group. Black arrows struck the sides of the carts, missing the drivers by a hairs breath, ripping through the fabric and whatever might lay behind. The rear At the rear three hulking masses raced from their hiding places to attack the knight defending the rear. Twisted forms part beast part man, armored and bloodthirsty. One advanced quicker than the others on hind legs of a dear while the others rushed forward on human legs ending with cloven hooves. Spiral horns and tusk protruded from their maws as they roared at the knight. |
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Nettle
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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 25, 2018 9:16:15 GMT -8
The arrows punch through Nettle's cart, causing an immediate reaction. With a shill screech, she bursts through the canopy, grazed in several spots by arrows. With one hand, she uses a gauntlet to ward off the buzzing arrows, while she lifts the entire carriage with the other. With a great heave, she sends the whole thing flying at the attackers on one side, while she leaps at the attackers on the other.
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Alliandre Saleia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 99
Age: 25
Physical Description: She is a tall (5'11") and fair-skinned young woman. Long black hair falls down the entirety of her backside, terminating in a slight ponytail for the last foot of hair. Her lithe and muscular form is heavily complimented by her choice in clothing, and she maintains a strict regime of cleanliness that makes herself constantly clean and nearly germ-free. Her blue eyes glow dimly in all but the brightest of lights.
Clothes and Equipment: Silken robes cover most of her body, with her shoulders and chest protected by leather armor. Long black boots stretch up to meet matching black greaves at her knees. A glaive is usually slung across her back, its long haft inscribed with a flowing pattern of runes that enhance magical healing abilities. The glaive's blade is a dull green color, but incredibly sharp. A first aid kit is secured to her belt just beneath the end of her hair.
Registered: Jun 5, 2016 0:41:42 GMT -8
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Post by Alliandre Saleia on Feb 25, 2018 16:02:18 GMT -8
"Did you fight in a lot of battles?" wondered tsali, oblivious to the fact that she may rather not think back to those memories. Tsali had seen little fighting in her life outside of killing a wild bear or deer to survive, she was excellent with her blade yet she very rarely used it outside of hunting and utility use. And then if hit her. "Owh" she sounded "I'm sorry" she said as she looked towards alliandre "This might not be the best subject to talk about is it?" she said before quickly leaving the question behind and moving on to the next, "So you're a mage too?" she said while hoping it would clear the tension although she wouldn't be surprised if it lingered at least a little bit. "I'm actually one too" Said Tsali proudly yet that pride soon faded afterwards "Well, No really to be honest" she continued "I know magic and i activate it sometimes" "although mostly on accident" She said quietly under her voice "it also seems to protect me without me doing anything if that makes any sense. I'd like to be able to use it better but so far it's just me playing around trying to do anything with it." she went on like this for a while and i seemed like she had this on her mind for a long time now. She continued to talk about how it lead her to this quest and that the only thing she asked for was to be able to read some books on her rare magic sort. The sun set herself under the horizon with the path became increasingly hard to see with frail yellow and red glow in the distance from the camp as she rambled on, her necklace however lighting up ever so faintly in the darkness everytime she talked about her magic. Wind spirit magic. "More than I can count..." She said softly, nodding in acknowledgement of the apology but saying nothing. Alli kept on moving through the woods, listening to Tsali ramble on about her own magic. She was only half paying attention to the conversation, picking up on the important parts while maintaining awareness of her surroundings. The necklace lighting up went unnoticed by the Aeadanian, focused as she was on their path forward. "We should pick up the pace, don't want to get caught out here after dark and away from the campsite." |
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Tsali Kaue
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May the winds guide you.
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: She is 268 full moons old as her tribe would put it which roughly translates to 21 years of age.
Physical Description: -
With a native tint she is often overlooked in the grand scheme of things. her physical physique is quite striking with her raven black hair and ocean deep blue eyes. Her body is athletically built and well maintained as she spent her childhood as a hard working farmer and hunter for her tribe and her more recent years as an adventurer. She stands at a height of 1,60M / 5,2Ft.
Clothes and Equipment: -
She wears a pair of ragged robed around her body made from fine cloth that she had traded on her journey together with a sewn undershirt and some basic brown pants.
A small vial with a blue liquid around her neck along with a traveling bag on her back, traveling shoes made especially for long journeys and a pair of leather half gauntlets.
She also possesses a dagger with magical properties handmade by her great ancestors said to be blessed by the wind spirits of the great plains. The spirits seem to preference whoever this dagger belongs to, it can be used as a normal dagger yet can also be thrown like a arrow to the sky where it can be directed by its owner until it'll return to the owner's hand.
Player's online availability : Weekends probably, ill try to check every evening too (GMT+1)
Registered: Nov 27, 2017 4:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Tsali Kaue on Feb 26, 2018 8:04:02 GMT -8
She grabbed her necklace with her hand after she was done rambling "Sorry for that" Said tsali "Guess i've had it on my mind for a long time with little company to talk to" She realised that most of her words where only heard by the trees about them yet she was glad she could speak her mind for a moment about all the questions she still had.
She nodded in agreement as she readjusted the jug on her shoulder and picked up her pace towards the camp.
When they got closer to the camp however she noticed an odd shape on the campsite "Do you see that" whispered tsali as she put down her jug and reached for her dagger "That's not human is it?" tsali said as she noticed vex aiming an arrow at the creature and ran to his side without a second thought, throwing her dagger to the air above the creature and letting it hover above the stranger, holding her hand stretched towards it. Quickly getting to vex his side and asking him for an explanation.
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