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 Mar 11, 2018 23:30:34 GMT -8
Nettle moves with a speed and surety fueled by her berserker rage. She brushes past the desperate attempts to bash her away or shake her off, and claws her way up and around the creature. Her long shriek stops abruptly as she rips out most of the creature's throat with her teeth. She seems to only notice the sword swinging at her an instant before impact. Her reflexes are good, and she twists. It's not quite enough to totally dodge, but it turns the cleave into a more minor wound. The sword slices down the length off her back, leaving a long, shallow gash.
Hissing, she turns to face the one who sliced at her. Blood dribbles down her jaw from where she chewed the first guy, and her eyes are molten drops of red rage within her pale white face.
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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 13, 2018 12:47:13 GMT -8
the Zookeeper's ears twitch and swivel wildly at the sound of the horns. Gem grunts in surprise and runs back to him, not wanting any part of this.
"Something definitely isnt right here. I believe this is an ambush... Itll make sense to flee in a direction skewed towards the most distance ones.
Unless, of course, you all want to fight."
He picks up his crossbow, already loaded with a tranquilizer dart, and gets ready.
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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 Mar 14, 2018 11:50:34 GMT -8
Tsali was surprised that the deafening horn didn't affect the allied creature at all as she couldn't help but feel a shock when she heard at least four horns from all around her.
She quickly regained herself however yet it seemed that the horns were replaced by the neighing of the startled horses as she continued to carefully back up towards the group, hoping for this to be just a small bandit group using this trick as intimidation yet she feared differently. Her dagger was held readily before her as she came to vex his side. waiting for anyone to make his or her first move.
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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 15, 2018 15:33:02 GMT -8
"Form a ring!" She shouted, twisting around so the fire protected her back.
Her glaive swept outward, keen eyes peering through the darkness to see what on earth made such an awful racket.
"Is it one of yours?" She asked, glaring at the newcomer.
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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 16, 2018 2:36:55 GMT -8
(OOC: Hey, i kinda messed up with my last post, i didnt think the horn was supposed to affect our characters. If you all are ok with a redo, id be happy to fix it)
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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 16, 2018 16:04:55 GMT -8
(I'm fine with it zookeeper. Just out of curiosity, was it anything I said or didn't say that lead to the miscommunication? )
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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 17, 2018 6:22:08 GMT -8
(No, it was all me. Probably should pay better attention)
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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 18, 2018 17:30:32 GMT -8
Khulan Khulan was ready to move as soon as she took the shot. She moved through the bush swiftly, attempting to keep distance between her and her attacker. In the time that he would take to get to her, she knocked one arrow and shot it for his neck, then another, aiming for his legs. The Giants People were screaming inside the carriages, urging the giants onward to defend them. Though the beast's steel was much more agile than a massive pickaxe and sliced through his skin, Ulag kept the pickaxe swinging for the beast's body. The other giant, Kepek, soon crashed into one of the cloven-hooved beasts who was too concentrated on the carriages to mind him. Should the beast fall he would either find himself pinned or altogether splattered into the dirt. |
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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 Mar 22, 2018 14:48:59 GMT -8
Rudiger grunted with exertion as the two swords clashed, his nose burning from the sickening acidic scent that wafted off the wicked steel sword, and his eyes beginning to water from the burning smoke. Bob definitely earned his oats that night, when the beast attempted to swipe him across the back. The warhorse proved its training by not shying away at the strange creatures, from the racket they rose, or the decaying smell that seemed to roll off them.
Saved for the time being by Bob, Rudiger lunged forward with the blade, throwing his weight behind the tip of the steel, aiming for the Beast's throat.
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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 23, 2018 9:58:06 GMT -8
(Fort Lortham and the Zookeeper) Tsali Kaue, Alliandre Saleia
As they all began to crowd together into a ring, Vex followed suite. He was used to fighting alone, and as his darkvision tore through the darkness around them he lined up an arrow where he though he'd seen movement, near the origin of the horn's call. Loosing his arrow, it hadn't even pierced its target before another was knocked to the string. Although fighting in numbers provided them with some safety, he feared the reactions where he to allow himself too much leeway in his manner of fighting. It would be a last resort, one he feared they may soon be suffering.
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Conchobar
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Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: Conchobar stands high among men, at 6'0. His muscled and toned body justifies the hard life he has lived. Dark blue eyes are set upon a fair face, while dark brown locks fall around his head and dance upon his shoulders.
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Clothes and Equipment: Conchobar travels light. A green traveling tabard covers his torso, complimented by brown trousers and traveling boots. Iron-braced leather vambraces protect his wrists. A brown belt around his waist holds the sheathes for his dagger. Around his neck hangs his neck bag, which holds flint for fires.
Slung over his back is a steel longsword and a shield, which he uses in combat.
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Registered: Jan 6, 2018 5:10:07 GMT -8
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Post by Conchobar on Mar 23, 2018 12:24:17 GMT -8
Conchobar's attack was successful, but he had little time to celebrate. He relaxed the muscles in his thighs, allowing himself to roll out of the saddle and onto the ground - a controlled fall. He followed through with a fluid motion that allowed him back onto his feet; such was benefit of a lightly armored warrior. He readied his sword and shield, looking in the direction of his opponent. "Need a hand?" he taunted.
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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 Mar 26, 2018 13:37:55 GMT -8
Had they had the polite dignity to voice their opinions in Common, the Fae might have argued that his head wouldn't make a very good tankard at all. This wasn't the case, however, and as they sought to remove his head whether he understood or not, he found he was quite fond of it. The first monster predicted his path and while he was correct, one of the benefits of being a slow runner was that he was a fast stopper. Digging his heels into the grass the blade struck the air in front of him, missing him narrowly. The other blade swung towards his neck, however his distance and awkward height made that angled blade miss as well.
Although he couldn't understand what they were saying, he did know they were saying something and when the third one attempted to pass him, the experienced knight saw an opportunity present itself. The beast was focused on the caravan, and likely thought he would had been sliced to ribbons by the initial attack. Well, they would find him a tough nut to crack. He launched himself at the one that had taken its attention from him, and while he wasn't very quick, his leap was enough to close the gap. With a swing of his amber blade he sought to hack off the assailant's unarmored leg, or failing that, damage it to the point where it could not continue its charge.
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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 Apr 1, 2018 20:41:06 GMT -8
----- Khulan -----
The archer darted through the woods, there was little point in chasing her, and that became more apparent as an arrow planted itself in his shield- She would be deal with this soon enough. He switched his attention back to the frontal cart and watched it erupt in splinters!
Seems these were not as easy prey as they had expected. An arrow embeds itself in his leg and he roared in agony--- smashing the shaft off and turning back to the woods. Seemed there she was worth catching at least! He’d make her suffer for that! He sprinted into the woods after the archer, crashing through brush and saplings like a bull.
-----The Giants-----
The Giant’s blow connected and the beast gasped--- Bring down his sword against the Giant’s arm with all his remaining might.
Rolling in the dirt the Other beast struggled to maneuver on top of the Giant - the giant would find him a match in strength- viscous teeth sought to lodge themselves into the Giant’s throat and they wrestled in the mud.
-----Rudi----
The beast eyes went wide as rudi’s blade found its target, but the Korgan fought death grabbing the man’s weapon with a massive hand and shakily raising that acid cover sword one more. A gurgling roar as the weapon fell---With no more force than the weapons weight… But the beast was not dead… it raised the weapon again, hitting Rudi with its flat once more…
------ Conchobar-----
The one-armed creature didn’t halt for anything! Snatching his own arm from the ground he swung it violently at the filthy human that had disfigured him. Completely heedless of the amount of black blood being flung everywhere at this point. “ I’LL BEAT YOU TO DEATH!” He screamed in Common.
----Chest knight-----
The momentum of the beast aiming to take the knights head carried passed the knight--- and through his comrade's neck. “ MORON GET OUT OF THE WAY!” He said to the no headless corps thrashing on the ground as he stepped over to swing at the knight again.
He had almost made it to the carriage when he felt the bite of steel through his leg--
Falling forward the beast rolled to a kneeling position facing the short knight. His weapon held across in his right hand as his left went to his wounded leg to apply pressure. “
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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 Apr 2, 2018 12:16:26 GMT -8
Conchobar was forced to give ground as the behemoth pounded on his shield, like a smith’s hammer upon metal. But it was this rage and furious onslaught which Conchobar would use to his advantage. Waiting until his opponent reeled back to attack, Conchobar bent his knees slightly and held his shield in a position to block the incoming blow, and then jabbed his sword diagonally so as to drive its point into the creature’s heart.
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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 Apr 2, 2018 13:08:02 GMT -8
With his first enemy felled before he had even struck his first blow, the Chesknight had little time to celebrate his victory. Or, more accurately, thank their foe's foolishness. Instead he had barely registered that such luck had befell him, as he was before his now wounded beast-man he had scored his blow upon. It was hobbled now, and while the threat of it bypassing him to charge the caravan had been quenched, it was far from neutralized. No doubt it now realized he was a foe worth paying attention to, a dangerous position to be in.
The one that had beheaded its ally would be upon him in moments, and fending off two of them serious about fighting might find him quickly overwhelmed back here by himself. The little nut fey grasped the hilt of his blade with renewed determination. Had it been a solo fight, he would have offered the wounded creature before him a chance to surrender and, failing that, would maintain a battle of attrition until its blood loss had rendered it slow and stupid.
The second would be hot on his heels soon, however, and time was a luxury he did not have. Deciding that dispatching his foe quickly was his only real option he dashed forward, throwing caution to the wind. He accepted he would suffer wounds, however that was a necessity if he were to defend the people in the wagons. Closing the distance ans quickly as his short legs would bring him he did what might have been unexpected: Switching his amber blade to his left hand he raised it to fend off an attack on his right, leaping with his stubby legs and trying to grab one of its antlers with his formidable strength.
He may not have reach, but there was one benefit of his stature: He could fight at a closer proximity than most warriors were prepared to deal 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 Apr 2, 2018 15:35:39 GMT -8
Skipping backward and watching the creature change his mind only after she sent an arrow through his leg amused the woman. These creatures had to be intensely stupid to leave an archer unchecked. Even if he was going after her now, the sheer thought made no sense. Despite this, the fact that he was still running at her with an arrow through his leg spoke mountains about their tenacity.
The woman was far enough away that she didn't have any immediate concerns about being slaughtered. She fired one arrow, then two, at the beast's legs, trying to rip apart as much of his muscles as she could to stop his charge. Then, briefly, seeing an opening behind the best man, she let one zip right past him, whistling by his ear- to hit the back of Rudiger's Korgan. Without further ado, she went back to landing arrows in the one pursuing her.
It was a gesture made to insult the best man, to let him know that he was little more than child's play to her.
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Khulan's Caravan
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Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/thread/3104/toragana-caravan
Registered: Mar 24, 2018 21:19:52 GMT -8
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Post by Khulan's Caravan on Apr 2, 2018 15:40:36 GMT -8
Once again, Ulag felt the taste of the beast man's steel, but he had flesh to spare. With his free hand, he reached for the beast's arm, then brought up a foot to grind his body into the dirt in an attempt to separate the two. The giant's strength was incredible, able to shred through most human bodies like they were made of papyrus.
Kepek was having a better time with his fight, as he was keeping the beast's sharp teeth from his own throat by keeping his hand firmly around the creature's. He lifted the hilt of the pickaxe and attempted to crush the Kergan's face by smashing it again, and again- and again! As many times as it took to crack such a dense skull!
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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 Apr 3, 2018 21:28:00 GMT -8
Nettle. The wound hissed and burned like fire spreading through her veins at a nauseating pace, she might not feel the effects of the tainted blade as quickly as others due to her rage, but she was surely in danger of succumbing to the venom if not treated soon. But there were other pressing matters to attend to. Staring back into her blood crazed eyes was an equally bloodthirsty gaze from the boar-headed beast that had struck her back. He raised his weapon, point aimed at her chest at thrust the curved blade, stepping into the attack as he screamed.
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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 Apr 3, 2018 21:46:58 GMT -8
Nettle does something odd in response to this. She swings one arm oddly, letting loose her gauntlet as she does so. The deceptively small object flies at the beast like a thunderbolt. She follows it almost immediately, leaving deep furrows in the ground as she leaps at the face of her intended next victim.
There's a certain awareness of the pain from the poisoned weapon, but her brain isn't thinking about such petty things as self-preservation. Pain that would truly debilitate her ordinarily is cast aside for this moment, her only thoughts on the kill, and how to secure it.
Meanwhile, her body starts to react to the poisons, the area around the wound beginning to heat up.
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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 Apr 3, 2018 21:53:02 GMT -8
Zookeeper City of Whispers Alliandre Saleia Tsali KaueAn inhuman screech erupted from the blackness as the arrow struck the sightless being in the leg, sheerly by luck, he'd misjudged his size compared to the tree. No he would not die in vain against these pink flesh! Sucking air in once more be brought the horn to his thin lips. < interruptable action> In the distance Nothing but stinking bread for three bloody days. Grohm snarled at the cold ration, stupid nightwalkers were hogging all the flesh! IT had to be! There was no other way--- A scout horn sounded near them to the east. FINALLY! THOSE FILTHY SLUGS FOUND SOMETHING WORTH EATING! Ripping the horn from his belt he blew one short call, and waited. Other horns sounded, but they were further away than his pack. His thin black lips peeled back along his snarled dagger-like teeth. His pack would feed tonight. Around him eight other Korgan looked to their leader in anticipation, these pack of mongrels had proven themselves in the pits of Sur'damon countless times, he knew each of them would fight like the rabid wolves they were bread from. each of the eight stood erect, ears twitching violently, eyes shifting in the darkness waiting for the scout's horn to sound once more.
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