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 26, 2018 11:03:10 GMT -8
When Tsali arrived to aid him, Vex glanced at her with some amount of relief. At least if this...thing attacked, they might have a chance of taking it down now. Yet it didn't attack. No, instead it spoke. At first, Vex was of the mind that this was some sort of minotaur of a variant he'd never seen. Then, with its eloquence of speech his suspicion shifted to demons. Many classic demons would come bearing the heads of goats and the bodies of men. However, it was his intuition that eventually hinted to him that perhaps if this creature couldn't be trusted, it may at the very least not be hostile. It appeared crippled, and though it would likely look menacing to the others, so enveloped in darkness, his acute darkvision could make it out more distinctly.
Upon more thorough inspection the creature didn't seem to be hostile. Of course, one could hardly bet on seeming, but Vex knew better than to second-guess his gut. Raising a hand for the women to stand down he straightened, lowering his bow but certainly not taking the arrow away from the string.
"Very well. I'll do what I can." the ranger replied curtly, allowing the Zookeeper to approach the rest of the way if he so chose.
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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 26, 2018 12:44:35 GMT -8
As the beast-men erupted from their hiding places, charging at the knight he felt no fear. No, he merely felt pity. These creatures were deformed monsters, likely forced to live their lives in such a despondent state. Forced to by necessity or some greater darkness, they attacked innocents. Or perhaps, they had simply been forced to by terrible, beastial natures or simply an unrelenting desire for self-satisfaction and evil.
Whatever the case, they were forced by circumstance to do this. And, forced by circumstance, he would put them down. His pity did nothing to weigh his sword or his heart and before they had come more than he few steps his sword was no longer buried in the dirt, but hefted to fend off his enemies as he rushed forward to meet them without fear. His short stature might have given them the impression that he was easily overcome: a fatal mistake. Indeed, even at their towering heights that made him look like a toddler in their midst any who caught the keening blade would find that the sheer strength with which it was swung would make most conventional armor split.
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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 27, 2018 16:38:36 GMT -8
Toragana Caravan
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
------ Chesknight -----
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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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 27, 2018 17:22:12 GMT -8
The strange beast stared up at the dagger hovering above him, right between his horns, for a good minute and sighed. At least they were using magic this time, which so far felt less painful than swords and fire.
"Please, i dont mean any harm. Im not a demon, at least by the classical definition. Im just lost."
He drops his crossbow, making it quite obvious he's done so, and, much less obviously, grabs his whistle and stashes it in his mouth, ready to call Gem if anything went wrong.
Taking note of vex's mood, he walked closer cautiously, his condition making the process slow and seemingly painful.
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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 28, 2018 13:19:26 GMT -8
Conchobar rode along with the group, but listened keenly and observed his surroundings with utmost caution. Two of them went straight for Rudiger - who responded with a quick slash towards one of their arms. For the moment, Rudiger would provide the distraction; Conchobar urged his steed onward, intending to bring his sword in a slash across the raised arm of the other hulkish creature targeting Dornmauer.
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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 Mar 1, 2018 16:15:47 GMT -8
Alli let the woman run ahead as she cut off into the woods, getting behind the creature and raising her halberd to a ready position.
"You best not blow that whistle friend." She stated calmly, keeping an eye out for whatever it was the whistle would signal.
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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 Mar 2, 2018 14:45:30 GMT -8
She followed Vex his command to stand down and retracted her arm back towards her chest, her blade mimicking this movement and levitating itself away from the creature and into her hand, "so you're not a demon in the classical way?" she asked as she put her blade back into it's scabbard, Wondering what the creature meant by this exactly.
This was before alli came out from behind the creature and made her remarks. It didn't go over Tsali's head either however that this could still be a threat as she kept her scabbard open just in case yet she did not worry too much about a battle breaking out.
"don't go to hard on him alli, I think he would have retaliated by now if he meant any Ill will" she said, noticing just now how odd the creature moved, jumbled as if it's joints weren't properly working.
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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 Mar 4, 2018 17:53:45 GMT -8
"well, demon is a complicated term" He pauses briefly, thinking. "I'm surely a mutant of some kind, but i don't think i was created for evil and if so, then said creature must be very disappointed in me. Anyways"
He turns to alli, and holds out his whistle, a small, shiny metal cylinder.
"This whistle is just for my um... assistant. Shes somewhere off guarding my cart right now. I really do need her to do anything useful"
He looks visibly tired and sits down on the forest floor, leaning against a tree.
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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 Mar 4, 2018 20:02:32 GMT -8
As the Zookeeper took a seat, Vex cautiously approached, his cold eyes glittering in what little light the campfire provided so far from its source. When he closed the distance he revealed his relatively short stature and wild-looking appearance. His hair and beard grown together in a scraggly mane. Even so, the observant would notice a lean power behind his facade.
"I'm sure you have quite a story to tell." he noted, a little sardonically. It seemed, for whatever reason, that he didn't take a fantastic liking to their newcomer, but thankfully such hostilities were only skin-deep. After all, if he'd had it in mind to drive the Zookeeper off he obviously would have done so before. Instead he held out a hand, curling his fingers slightly.
"I am Vex, Ranger of Lord Baxter Francoeur. Let me see your map and I'll see if I can't give you more exact directions." One was unlikely to have heard of Vex, as so often the help of nobles goes unnoticed. The Lord Baxter was a more familiar name, but only just. Known for publishing a few minor papers on the corrupting influences of magic and magical beasts yet likely only the most steadfast learners would know of such obscure texts which, admittedly, offered much less fact than theory, conjuncture and an obvious prejudiced stance.
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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 Mar 5, 2018 13:36:10 GMT -8
Tsali closed her scabbard and nodded to the new companion as a sign of good faith "I'll go get the jug back" She said quietly to vex as she turned back down the dark road and away from the crackling of the fire, she saw the jugs again not soon after and picked them both up again.
She proceeded to get down by the fire and boil the water when she got back to the camp, looking over her shoulder every now and then to see how vex, alli and the other creature where doing, looking back towards the fire which stood between between her and the now darkened forest she heard a small scuffle of the leaves.
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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 Mar 5, 2018 16:09:10 GMT -8
Khulan The beastmen attacked with a speed that hadn't quite been expected, though their ferocity certainly had been. Khulan exploded from her side of the brush, bow drawn and released several times in quick succession. She grabbed three arrows at a time, holding them between her knuckles to skillfully deploy them and take down as many targets as possible. The first she aimed for the beastmen that charged the rear of the wagon, trying to give her allies some leeway. _____________ The Giants Though they were slower to react, the two giants were no easy targets, nor were they sitting ducks. One pulled his pickaxe from his back and swung it above his head, building momentum before swinging it out in an arc as he aimed it for the deer-legged beastman. The other giant charged one of the two cloven-hooved creatures with his pickaxe hefted in front of him. Their warcries shook the air, rippling through the forest from their massive lungs. |
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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 Mar 6, 2018 0:36:57 GMT -8
(( OOC: Hello folks, I was invited to the scene, If I am a tad late, and you wish to continue your conversation, I can either slink back off to the shadows or simply wait.) Resting among the ferns and roots along the river lay a danger in waiting... soft as deaths whisper it breathed out steadily, so steadily one might only think the plants growing from the creature's armor to be swaying gently in the wind... Voices... pink flesh voices... No breath slow... The creature resisted the urge to strike, resisted the will bearing down upon it to spring forth and take a mouthful--- nothing but sweet water and red flesh, the aroma of pink flesh was agony incarnate... Their calls grated against his will to stay put--- Pink flesh called so much, never ceased to chatter and squeak... Moving slowly, rolling his head in the mud, he looked for the pink flesh... Two... but they had an air around them, Magic... Magic was never easy pray but was soooo so succulent. Silent as an owl the creature crept onto all four limbs Following the pink flesh, following them with the grace of a spider making its way across a web. He was to see, not to strike... But he could should it only be the two... The bow clattered softly against a tree truck--- the flesh seemed to pause---- He had been careless! STRIKE! --- No... No.. they did not hear him... Firelight made its way to the horror's eyeless face causing it to recoil faintly. Always flame... always flame... Eyeing the campfire, the silent lurker took note of the archer, and the two mages... their steeds...and...A reborn? picking his way closer the sightless seer inched closer. Was it reborn? Where was his pack? The beast felt for the hunting horn tied to the small of his back... But waited... It did not feel like a reborn... but looked as much? What was it? The Sightless were said to be one of the more curious crafted beings and careful.The small creature, not much larger than a coyote, crouched, waiting well within the shadows, near fifty paces among the brush; but the wind betrayed him. A scent rolled forward to the group's steeds... who were put on edge as though a predator waited nearby. |
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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 Mar 6, 2018 19:01:32 GMT -8
"Honestly, It surprises me how little there is to say about so much. " He said, not paying much mind to any tones of voice.
He gets up, quite shakily, and shakes your hand. His hand being small and thinly coated in fur, with his 4 fingers terminating in sharp, jet black hoof.
"Anyways, It's always a pleasure to meet a friendly traveller, especially a ranger of Lord Baxtor. I may have some liturature on him if i rec-"
His beatial ears suddenly perk up and swivel around.
He swore he heard something, but what? The horses? the other person? Birds? His prey instinct wasnt nearly as strong as it could have been. He tried to dismiss it, but his instinct just wouldn't ease up.
"N-never mind all that." He reached in his satchel and takes out a map and cloth wrapped shard of charcoal "Here is the map. I'm looking for a place called isran. If there's a special place for traders, that would be good to know too" he said, still sounding tense.
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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 Mar 6, 2018 21:41:51 GMT -8
Vex nodded at Tsali as she went to retrieve their water, satisfied that this strange creature harbored no ill intentions. He was surprised that he seemed to know Lord Baxtor, not many people outside of his employ did, and he was about to reply when... The Zookeeper tensed silently, seemed to try and hear something. This might have been something Vex could simply ignore. A quirk of this stranger's physiology. Yet, not when paired with a strange, unnatural scent carried on the wind. His nose twitched then as he whipped around, picking up his bow once more in a flash. His reaction was unusual, almost bestial in nature and yet he didn't bother attempting to hide it. Raising a hand to the women he glanced around in suspicion.
"We're not alone." he warned the women, knocking his arrow. It seemed the matter of the map, even as the Zookeeper had offered it to him moments before his flurry of action, would be forced to wait. "Get ready."
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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 Mar 7, 2018 13:53:45 GMT -8
"it was the wind" said tsali as she poured the clean water in a jug and the unboiled water in the steel pan over the fire "Yet this wind is foul indeed". Her necklace lit up gently as she stood up while grabbing her dagger out of the pouch, slowly walking backwards towards vex as she prepared herself for an ambush while looking towards the steeds while hoping they wouldn't panic from the stench as it seemed that they where hit with the worst of it.
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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 Mar 8, 2018 6:41:34 GMT -8
Alli never once lowered her guard, regardless of how trusting the creature before her was. The stench that carried on the wind was unknown, and that was worrisome.
"The wind should not smell so foul, something is wrong." She said, concurring with the Ranger. She whirled about to place herself between the wind and the fire, staring away from the fire with her weapon readied.
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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 Mar 9, 2018 22:28:13 GMT -8
Post for the Caravan in wild roads
OOC: The creatures are speaking their own language, and can not be understood by players.
THACK! Muhstav’ah felt the arrows impact his armor, whirling around his beady eyes spied the archer. “ ARCHER IN THE WOODS!” He roared raising his kite shield to protect his chest and most of his face. He charged the frail twig shooter. “I’LL CRUSH YOUR LIMBS AND MAKE YOU BEG FOR DEATH!” Razor teeth glistened in the sunlight like the tips of spears as he roared in bloodlust. Raising his weapon, a massive flail with a spiked head over his shoulder in a hanging guard he charged at the archer. ----- The Giants ----- The beast met the Giants with a blood curdling cry as the ran at the beings not much larger than themselves. The Deer-legged Beast leapt forward to bring his weapon across the giant’s waist, its black pitted steel glisinced in the sunlight--- mirage wafted from it as it sailed through the air. The Cloven hoofed beast did not notice the giant as it was too focused on attacking the Wagons. The other Korgan having not seen, or payed attention to the woodsmen Conchobar, felt the bite of the man’s steel. A howl of Anger erupted from the beast as his arm, the lower portion, was sent flying into the air still clutching the Curved sword." ARHHHG FILTHY PINK FLESH! I"LL CRUSH YOUR SKULL!" the beast changed its momentum to strike at the ranger’s face with a iron clad fist the size of the man’s head. “ ATTACK! ATTTACK!” The beast shouted in a foul , garbled language as his curved blade met the knights! Smoke erupted from the two blades with an acidic burning odor! The knights sword Shrieked in agony as the two steels slid past one another with a vile hiss--- The beast pulled his sword down from their contact and attempted to swipe the blade across the knight’s back --- only to have a hoof planted squarely in his ribs by the knight's steed- sending him spiraling to the ground. The crack of bones being broken thunder over the chaos of combat. -----Chesknight ----- Rah’dun, the first beast, Roared with laughter as he pulled back his massive curved blade “ I SHALL CLEAVE THIS TWIG IN TWO!” He roared to his brethren, his garabled, foul language all but understandable for our hero. The beast heaved his blade forward with all his might down upon where the Fae knight would stand in a stride more. “ NO SAVE ITS HEAD FOR ME! I NEED A NEW TANKARD!” The second beast answered in their foul tongue. He brought his sword down to his right to cut the knights head off in one swing! “ YOU FOOLS PLAY WITH YOUR FOOD!The last beast roared as he ran passed the knight, or attempted to, to reach the first caravan. A mace and shield in hand.” I SHALL CLAIM HONOR FOR THIS RAID!” ----- Nettle ----- Watching the wagon rise, the beast scatter on the left side, save for two that were crushed , dying instantly. Nettle Leaped onto another of the hulking beast, The creature screamed as it bashed nettle’ head in with a buckle trying desperately to fling the small creature from its body. “ YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS PEST! I’LL BURN YOU ALIVE!” He roared. “ WORTHLESS WELT! DIE!” Another Beast Roared bring down a heavy sword upon Nettle and his comrade. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2018 23:56:45 GMT -8
The road seemed to wind on endlessly through the trees, but it wasn't too bothersome of a trek. In fact, the freedom to wander and explore at his leisure was something he was happy with - provided there was no encounter with soldiers or officials. One brand was enough. But he tipped his head back and peered through to the sunlight peeking through the leaves, slivers of bright sky between the darkened green leaves. It left an easy smile on his face as he continued to put one foot in front of the other and amble along.
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Zookeeper
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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 Mar 10, 2018 15:42:43 GMT -8
"Oh yes, there is certainly something not right here."
He took out his whistle and promptly blew it. No sound would be heard by normal ears, but back at his wagon, GEM, his feral partner, would hear the call clear as day and come sprinting over.
Gem stopped in front of the zookeeper and looked up at him.
"Gem, honey, you're better with this stuff than i am... I need you to search the area. There's something not right here."
The gemsbok snorted gently, showing she understood, and trotted off towards the source of the scent
"Please girl, be carefull"
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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 Mar 11, 2018 18:35:46 GMT -8
The archer drew his weapon, but did not fire… He could not see me no, not with those human eyes-- This one remembered what it was like feeling around in the dark with those human eyes... Yet still, the creatures remained still, his fingertips gently grasping the horn. His was not to strike… No to many in this pack---- The not-reborn blew a whistle through the other pink-flesh seemed not to notice! Fear welled in the creature's chest, He darted behind a tree, out of the archer's line of fire on the off chance he was lucky in the dark and brought the horn to his lips and sounded the alarm! A Deafening deep tone was sounded from the darkness outside their campfire! After a pause... Answers, at least four, one sounding nearer than the other 3 by far. He inhaled deeply to confirm his location with his brothers-- With his brothers sounded all he had to do was wait! Let the noose close and eat well tonight! |
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