Kovac (The Nightmare King)
Established
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Roleplay posts: 46 
Age: Timeless
Physical Description: Shapshifter currently in the form of a black skeleton.
Clothes and Equipment: Black metal armor. Black flame proof cloth covers the places where bones would show.
Player's online availability : For the most part daily. If I don't respond ping me on Discord.
Registered: Jan 18, 2018 12:48:06 GMT -8
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Post by Kovac (The Nightmare King) on Apr 21, 2018 5:03:03 GMT -8
The zombies retreat into the wastelands scattering in all directions. Clearly this wasn't the best place to attack, they needed to regroup and find where this land kept its dead.
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Zhiode
Established
Roleplay posts: 11 
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Lithe, athletic body covered in platinum armor stylized similar to feathers. Broad feathered wings spread from her back. Yellow highlights adorn her forehead, chest, and abdomen.
Clothes and Equipment: Carries a curved shield, thin but long, which tapers to twin points at the bottom and a yellow marking on the center similar to her body, and a plain, one-handed broadsword, with a hilt forged of a yellow mineral and a silver blade.
Player's online availability : Sporadic, but mostly regular
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 18:40:35 GMT -8
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Post by Zhiode on Apr 21, 2018 6:08:15 GMT -8
The zombies retreat into the wastelands scattering in all directions. Clearly this wasn't the best place to attack, they needed to regroup and find where this land kept its dead. Zhiode scoffs in derision, her sword and shield falling to an open stance at her sides. "Look at them run. Did they not realize the enemy that they faced? Not realize the strength that Ískaldur holds?" She scoffs again, swiping her sword through the air before her. "Idiots. The least they could have done was fought to the end. There is at least a small honor to being smote by our swords. Instead they choose to flee, and die an honor-less death by the cold. I suppose it only suits them." She turns and floats to the gate, her weapons still at the ready. |
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Ískaldur
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 18:47:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ískaldur on Apr 21, 2018 15:21:30 GMT -8
The warriors of Ískaldur, having succeeded in driving back the invaders, slowly retreat back into the walls of their capital. Some of the stronger vikings and Mineraali free the people trapped underneath the chunks of ice, and help them hobble back to the safety provided by the walls of Ískaldur. Others begin gathering the incapacitated bodies of the zombies, putting them into large bonfires where either the viking mages or a Valkyrie would set it alight with magic. The messenger that had arrived with Nineteen (The Crimson Book) approached one of the vikings who was directing the others and seemed to be in charge, holding a brief conversation that none could quiet hear. Once that came to a close the messenger then went back to Nineteen. "ho, thee can cometh on ov'r anon. Beest careful howev'r, those gents might not react well to an undead." |
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Nineteen (The Crimson Book)
Established
Hahahahahahaha
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: Unknown, doesn't really matter.
Physical Description: It varies, currently the profile picture covers it for now though.
Clothes and Equipment: Grey Cloak.
Razor bladed knives.
Razors that extend from the bones that he has taken the form of.
Crimson Book of Spells
Player's online availability : I check periodically throughout most days.
Registered: Jan 12, 2018 14:22:34 GMT -8
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Post by Nineteen (The Crimson Book) on Apr 22, 2018 9:04:47 GMT -8
The warriors of Ískaldur, having succeeded in driving back the invaders, slowly retreat back into the walls of their capital. Some of the stronger vikings and Mineraali free the people trapped underneath the chunks of ice, and help them hobble back to the safety provided by the walls of Ískaldur. Others begin gathering the incapacitated bodies of the zombies, putting them into large bonfires where either the viking mages or a Valkyrie would set it alight with magic. The messenger that had arrived with Nineteen (The Crimson Book) approached one of the vikings who was directing the others and seemed to be in charge, holding a brief conversation that none could quiet hear. Once that came to a close the messenger then went back to Nineteen. "ho, thee can cometh on ov'r anon. Beest careful howev'r, those gents might not react well to an undead." "I resent that comment. I'm very much alive. How many times do I have to tell you buddy?" Nineteen levitates over to the group. |
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Thrand Rangvaldrson
Committed
King Chief of Ískaldur
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: Thrand stands around 6 foot and 2 inches tall with a burly build and a wild, fiery orange beard. He possesses several blue tattoos on his body, although they’re often covered with furs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Thrand's wardrobe is relatively simple, especially compared to what other monarchs and royalty may possess. A pair of sturdy boots, a warm pair of pants, a plain shirt and a fur cloak is all that’s necessary for Thrand. On the occasion that he is drug into an event that requires some formality, he has a more pristine set of clothes that he can don, embroidered with the seal of Ískaldur, and a mantle with ornate clasps from the forge of Eldavél. To top it off, a finely crafted and engraved scabbard for his sword.
Beyond his clothing, Thrand possesses a rather ordinary shield and a magic sword with a shard from the Heart of Odin embedded within the hilt. The sword is both a national treausre and a symbol of his status as the King Chief of Ískaldur, and thus Thrand keeps it by his side constantly. However if he were to ever find himself in a situation where he would have to engage in combat, he’d much prefer to go with a mace before the sword.
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Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Apr 16, 2018 18:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Thrand Rangvaldrson on Apr 22, 2018 10:01:15 GMT -8
Nineteen (The Crimson Book)The remaining Vikings and Mineraali seem to tense up as Nineteen approaches, watching him with wary eyes. The only thing that stops them from springing into action is the words of the messanger and the commanding viking, who repeatedly reassures that he is not dangerous. Eventually they get back to work, but suspiscious glances are still thrown his way. One such look originates from Thrand as he watches the skeleton with the messenger from a short distance away. While from what the messenger said it would seem like Nineteen wasn’t involved, none could be certain. The fact they showed up at the same time didn’t help Nineteen’s case much either. “Oi, skeleton, come on over here. There’s a couple things I need to ask you about all this.”
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Thromor Kronston
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 32
Physical Description: Muscular man who stands at around 6'9. He also has a huge orange beard reaching down to his legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wears a viking helmet with one horn broken off, a tattered red cape and wooden gauntlets and gloves. He also wears some kind of skull on his shoulder, although he declines to mention where he got it from. He weilds the Hammer of Fùsar, which has the power to draw enemies towards it by a magic-based gravitational pull, putting them off balance and open to decimation by the mighty Kronston.
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Registered: Apr 21, 2018 0:57:32 GMT -8
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Post by Thromor Kronston on Apr 22, 2018 10:08:57 GMT -8
The mighty Kronston strides out of the gates, annoyed that his constant efforts to help his people have resulted in him missing the battle. He watches Nineteen approach begrudgingly from the back line.
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Nineteen (The Crimson Book)
Established
Hahahahahahaha
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: Unknown, doesn't really matter.
Physical Description: It varies, currently the profile picture covers it for now though.
Clothes and Equipment: Grey Cloak.
Razor bladed knives.
Razors that extend from the bones that he has taken the form of.
Crimson Book of Spells
Player's online availability : I check periodically throughout most days.
Registered: Jan 12, 2018 14:22:34 GMT -8
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Post by Nineteen (The Crimson Book) on Apr 22, 2018 13:04:30 GMT -8
Nineteen (The Crimson Book) The remaining Vikings and Mineraali seem to tense up as Nineteen approaches, watching him with wary eyes. The only thing that stops them from springing into action is the words of the messanger and the commanding viking, who repeatedly reassures that he is not dangerous. Eventually they get back to work, but suspiscious glances are still thrown his way. One such look originates from Thrand as he watches the skeleton with the messenger from a short distance away. While from what the messenger said it would seem like Nineteen wasn’t involved, none could be certain. The fact they showed up at the same time didn’t help Nineteen’s case much either. “Oi, skeleton, come on over here. There’s a couple things I need to ask you about all this.” The skeleton floats down talking as he goes,"I don't feel like any of those statements were accurate...What's wrong with 'dangerous?' You all are dangerous right? Heh, zombies..." The Skeleton turns to the messed up pile of rocks and healing vikings, "That's a lot of blood. I don't have blood. Perks of being a skeleton. You don't bleed." He then does a flip, "Right, queeeeeeestions. Whatcha got to ask?" |
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Thrand Rangvaldrson
Committed
King Chief of Ískaldur
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: Thrand stands around 6 foot and 2 inches tall with a burly build and a wild, fiery orange beard. He possesses several blue tattoos on his body, although they’re often covered with furs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Thrand's wardrobe is relatively simple, especially compared to what other monarchs and royalty may possess. A pair of sturdy boots, a warm pair of pants, a plain shirt and a fur cloak is all that’s necessary for Thrand. On the occasion that he is drug into an event that requires some formality, he has a more pristine set of clothes that he can don, embroidered with the seal of Ískaldur, and a mantle with ornate clasps from the forge of Eldavél. To top it off, a finely crafted and engraved scabbard for his sword.
Beyond his clothing, Thrand possesses a rather ordinary shield and a magic sword with a shard from the Heart of Odin embedded within the hilt. The sword is both a national treausre and a symbol of his status as the King Chief of Ískaldur, and thus Thrand keeps it by his side constantly. However if he were to ever find himself in a situation where he would have to engage in combat, he’d much prefer to go with a mace before the sword.
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Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Apr 16, 2018 18:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Thrand Rangvaldrson on Apr 23, 2018 5:14:48 GMT -8
Nineteen (The Crimson Book)Thrand looks over Nineteen quickly, glancing back at the burning piles of corpses every once in a while. “What relation do you have to those zombies? What do you know of them?” He asks initially, adding in a not very well concealed threat. “Tell the truth, or you’ll be joining them,” he gestures with his head to the bonfires of the dead, “sooner than you might expect.”
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Nineteen (The Crimson Book)
Established
Hahahahahahaha
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: Unknown, doesn't really matter.
Physical Description: It varies, currently the profile picture covers it for now though.
Clothes and Equipment: Grey Cloak.
Razor bladed knives.
Razors that extend from the bones that he has taken the form of.
Crimson Book of Spells
Player's online availability : I check periodically throughout most days.
Registered: Jan 12, 2018 14:22:34 GMT -8
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Post by Nineteen (The Crimson Book) on Apr 23, 2018 5:29:09 GMT -8
Nineteen (The Crimson Book) Thrand looks over Nineteen quickly, glancing back at the burning piles of corpses every once in a while. “What relation do you have to those zombies? What do you know of them?” He asks initially, adding in a not very well concealed threat. “Tell the truth, or you’ll be joining them,” he gestures with his head to the bonfires of the dead, “sooner than you might expect.” Nineteen decides now is a good time to be upside down with his cloak going up instead of falling down, "Well, I've no idea. Zombies are kinda generic. On my to avoid list, but I'm not an expert on them or anything...You didn't see any purple glowey crystals did you?" |
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Thrand Rangvaldrson
Committed
King Chief of Ískaldur
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: Thrand stands around 6 foot and 2 inches tall with a burly build and a wild, fiery orange beard. He possesses several blue tattoos on his body, although they’re often covered with furs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Thrand's wardrobe is relatively simple, especially compared to what other monarchs and royalty may possess. A pair of sturdy boots, a warm pair of pants, a plain shirt and a fur cloak is all that’s necessary for Thrand. On the occasion that he is drug into an event that requires some formality, he has a more pristine set of clothes that he can don, embroidered with the seal of Ískaldur, and a mantle with ornate clasps from the forge of Eldavél. To top it off, a finely crafted and engraved scabbard for his sword.
Beyond his clothing, Thrand possesses a rather ordinary shield and a magic sword with a shard from the Heart of Odin embedded within the hilt. The sword is both a national treausre and a symbol of his status as the King Chief of Ískaldur, and thus Thrand keeps it by his side constantly. However if he were to ever find himself in a situation where he would have to engage in combat, he’d much prefer to go with a mace before the sword.
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Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Apr 16, 2018 18:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Thrand Rangvaldrson on Apr 23, 2018 8:47:09 GMT -8
Nineteen (The Crimson Book)Thrand walks a out of Earshot to Nineteen and beckons over one of the Mineraali who had been on duty, and began asking him questions about the events While the mineraali seemed much larger and powerful than Thrand at a glance, their behavior conveyed quite the opposite impression. Thrand’s questions seemed to cause the Mineraali to flinch, and he would reply nearly instantaneously in a tone that did little to hide the hint of nervousness. After just a few questions, Thrand turned around and walked back to Nineteen. “It appears that some of zombies had crystals, although they seemed to have escaped and we don’t have any of them to show you.” He pauses. “Do you really have no connection to these attackers?”
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Nineteen (The Crimson Book)
Established
Hahahahahahaha
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: Unknown, doesn't really matter.
Physical Description: It varies, currently the profile picture covers it for now though.
Clothes and Equipment: Grey Cloak.
Razor bladed knives.
Razors that extend from the bones that he has taken the form of.
Crimson Book of Spells
Player's online availability : I check periodically throughout most days.
Registered: Jan 12, 2018 14:22:34 GMT -8
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Post by Nineteen (The Crimson Book) on Apr 23, 2018 8:53:21 GMT -8
Nineteen (The Crimson Book) Thrand walks a out of Earshot to Nineteen and beckons over one of the Mineraali who had been on duty, and began asking him questions about the events While the mineraali seemed much larger and powerful than Thrand at a glance, their behavior conveyed quite the opposite impression. Thrand’s questions seemed to cause the Mineraali to flinch, and he would reply nearly instantaneously in a tone that did little to hide the hint of nervousness. After just a few questions, Thrand turned around and walked back to Nineteen. “It appears that some of zombies had crystals, although they seemed to have escaped and we don’t have any of them to show you.” He pauses. “Do you really have no connection to these attackers?” "Yup, I know the guy who controls them. Same species as me and all that. Good luck finding him though. He thinks with portals." |
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Thrand Rangvaldrson
Committed
King Chief of Ískaldur
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: Thrand stands around 6 foot and 2 inches tall with a burly build and a wild, fiery orange beard. He possesses several blue tattoos on his body, although they’re often covered with furs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Thrand's wardrobe is relatively simple, especially compared to what other monarchs and royalty may possess. A pair of sturdy boots, a warm pair of pants, a plain shirt and a fur cloak is all that’s necessary for Thrand. On the occasion that he is drug into an event that requires some formality, he has a more pristine set of clothes that he can don, embroidered with the seal of Ískaldur, and a mantle with ornate clasps from the forge of Eldavél. To top it off, a finely crafted and engraved scabbard for his sword.
Beyond his clothing, Thrand possesses a rather ordinary shield and a magic sword with a shard from the Heart of Odin embedded within the hilt. The sword is both a national treausre and a symbol of his status as the King Chief of Ískaldur, and thus Thrand keeps it by his side constantly. However if he were to ever find himself in a situation where he would have to engage in combat, he’d much prefer to go with a mace before the sword.
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Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Apr 16, 2018 18:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Thrand Rangvaldrson on Apr 23, 2018 9:00:02 GMT -8
Nineteen (The Crimson Book) Thrand narrows his eyes. “Since you know of him, how about you take us to him?” He phrases this as a question, but it is very clear from his tone that this was less of a question and more of a command. “If you have no objections we’ll be moving out soon enough.”
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Nineteen (The Crimson Book)
Established
Hahahahahahaha
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: Unknown, doesn't really matter.
Physical Description: It varies, currently the profile picture covers it for now though.
Clothes and Equipment: Grey Cloak.
Razor bladed knives.
Razors that extend from the bones that he has taken the form of.
Crimson Book of Spells
Player's online availability : I check periodically throughout most days.
Registered: Jan 12, 2018 14:22:34 GMT -8
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Post by Nineteen (The Crimson Book) on Apr 23, 2018 9:01:44 GMT -8
Nineteen (The Crimson Book) Thrand narrows his eyes. “Since you know of him, how about you take us to him?” He phrases this as a question, but it is very clear from his tone that this was less of a question and more of a command. “If you have no objections we’ll be moving out soon enough.” "I have no idea where he is. I can tell you a couple places where he isn't, but I couldn't tell you where he is...You don't happen to have a slaughter crazy person who rides a sled with undead Polar Bears do you?" |
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Thrand Rangvaldrson
Committed
King Chief of Ískaldur
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: Thrand stands around 6 foot and 2 inches tall with a burly build and a wild, fiery orange beard. He possesses several blue tattoos on his body, although they’re often covered with furs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Thrand's wardrobe is relatively simple, especially compared to what other monarchs and royalty may possess. A pair of sturdy boots, a warm pair of pants, a plain shirt and a fur cloak is all that’s necessary for Thrand. On the occasion that he is drug into an event that requires some formality, he has a more pristine set of clothes that he can don, embroidered with the seal of Ískaldur, and a mantle with ornate clasps from the forge of Eldavél. To top it off, a finely crafted and engraved scabbard for his sword.
Beyond his clothing, Thrand possesses a rather ordinary shield and a magic sword with a shard from the Heart of Odin embedded within the hilt. The sword is both a national treausre and a symbol of his status as the King Chief of Ískaldur, and thus Thrand keeps it by his side constantly. However if he were to ever find himself in a situation where he would have to engage in combat, he’d much prefer to go with a mace before the sword.
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Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Apr 16, 2018 18:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Thrand Rangvaldrson on Apr 23, 2018 9:09:47 GMT -8
Nineteen (The Crimson Book)Thrand shakes his head and sighs. “Let me put it this way. With no concrete evidence that you are not responsible, I’m inclind to believe you staged this attack. Your choices are to either help us find who might be responsible, or take your death with honor. Attempting to escape would be futile.”
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Thromor Kronston
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 32
Physical Description: Muscular man who stands at around 6'9. He also has a huge orange beard reaching down to his legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wears a viking helmet with one horn broken off, a tattered red cape and wooden gauntlets and gloves. He also wears some kind of skull on his shoulder, although he declines to mention where he got it from. He weilds the Hammer of Fùsar, which has the power to draw enemies towards it by a magic-based gravitational pull, putting them off balance and open to decimation by the mighty Kronston.
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Registered: Apr 21, 2018 0:57:32 GMT -8
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Post by Thromor Kronston on Apr 23, 2018 9:12:01 GMT -8
Nineteen (The Crimson Book) Thrand shakes his head and sighs. “Let me put it this way. With no concrete evidence that you are not responsible, I’m inclind to believe you staged this attack. Your choices are to either help us find who might be responsible, or take your death with honor. Attempting to escape would be futile.” Kronston manages to get to the front lines, with the soldiers letting him through knowing of his heroic deeds. |
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Nineteen (The Crimson Book)
Established
Hahahahahahaha
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: Unknown, doesn't really matter.
Physical Description: It varies, currently the profile picture covers it for now though.
Clothes and Equipment: Grey Cloak.
Razor bladed knives.
Razors that extend from the bones that he has taken the form of.
Crimson Book of Spells
Player's online availability : I check periodically throughout most days.
Registered: Jan 12, 2018 14:22:34 GMT -8
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Post by Nineteen (The Crimson Book) on Apr 23, 2018 9:32:55 GMT -8
Nineteen (The Crimson Book) Thrand shakes his head and sighs. “Let me put it this way. With no concrete evidence that you are not responsible, I’m inclind to believe you staged this attack. Your choices are to either help us find who might be responsible, or take your death with honor. Attempting to escape would be futile.” "Heh heh heh." Nineteen begins spinning in a circle his eyes kept on Thrand for a straight minute. "Let me get this straight. You want some stranger you don't trust and think is best pals with the person who attacked you to lead you to the person who attacked you? Also why would I attempt to escape? Attempting to do something means you could fail." |
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Kirith, the Highmother
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Kirith appears as a tall, armored figure in bronze plating, with a bluish-gray "tunic" underneath. Beneath the tunic, assuming one could get there, is yet another figure (or more accurately, a humanoid mass) of wirelike tendrils, fused into the armor and tunic like some perplexing art project.
A pair of odd wings jut from her back, that look to be made with real feathers (though upon touching/further inspection, the feathers can be perceived as being made of the same biometallic substance as Kirith's "innards".
Clothes and Equipment: Kirith's outermost shell consists of bronze plate armor, with various sharp edges that can be used as makeshift weapons if need be. She "wears" a bluish gray cloth garment beneath the outermost armor plating, complemented with a skirt-cloth (for showy reasons rather than tactical ones).
Kirith carries a Greatspear as weapons go, made of extremely durable (nigh-unbreakable even) materials. It can also be used as a magical channeling device like a wand.
Player's online availability : Sporadic.
Registered: Mar 21, 2018 14:56:40 GMT -8
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Post by Kirith, the Highmother on Apr 23, 2018 9:38:53 GMT -8
Nineteen (The Crimson Book) Kirith strides over toward Thrand and Ninteen, white eyes locking onto the skeleton. She stops at Thrand's side, lowering her spear and planting it into the ground. "...is this the one who sent those rotting things to pollute our gates with their corpses?" Her head tilts to one side, dark amusement glittering in her white eyes. She nods at Ninteen once, and shadows fall on the group as the four Valkyries circle above them. They can move startlingly fast for armored people it seems. "Ah. It talks, does it? Does it know who sent these...things, assuming It's not the sender itself?" Kirith glances at Thrand, and then back at Nineteen.
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Nineteen (The Crimson Book)
Established
Hahahahahahaha
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: Unknown, doesn't really matter.
Physical Description: It varies, currently the profile picture covers it for now though.
Clothes and Equipment: Grey Cloak.
Razor bladed knives.
Razors that extend from the bones that he has taken the form of.
Crimson Book of Spells
Player's online availability : I check periodically throughout most days.
Registered: Jan 12, 2018 14:22:34 GMT -8
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Post by Nineteen (The Crimson Book) on Apr 23, 2018 9:40:55 GMT -8
Nineteen (The Crimson Book) Kirith strides over toward Thrand and Ninteen, white eyes locking onto the skeleton. She stops at Thrand's side, lowering her spear and planting it into the ground. "...is this the one who sent those rotting things to pollute our gates with their corpses?" Her head tilts to one side, dark amusement glittering in her white eyes. She nods at Ninteen once, and shadows fall on the group as the four Valkyries circle above them. They can move startlingly fast for armored people it seems. "Ah. It talks, does it? Does it know who sent these...things, assuming It's not the sender itself?" Kirith glances at Thrand, and then back at Nineteen. " "Yes I do. Big tall generic looking armored guy. Probably still watching this place with his scrying powers." |
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Kirith, the Highmother
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Kirith appears as a tall, armored figure in bronze plating, with a bluish-gray "tunic" underneath. Beneath the tunic, assuming one could get there, is yet another figure (or more accurately, a humanoid mass) of wirelike tendrils, fused into the armor and tunic like some perplexing art project.
A pair of odd wings jut from her back, that look to be made with real feathers (though upon touching/further inspection, the feathers can be perceived as being made of the same biometallic substance as Kirith's "innards".
Clothes and Equipment: Kirith's outermost shell consists of bronze plate armor, with various sharp edges that can be used as makeshift weapons if need be. She "wears" a bluish gray cloth garment beneath the outermost armor plating, complemented with a skirt-cloth (for showy reasons rather than tactical ones).
Kirith carries a Greatspear as weapons go, made of extremely durable (nigh-unbreakable even) materials. It can also be used as a magical channeling device like a wand.
Player's online availability : Sporadic.
Registered: Mar 21, 2018 14:56:40 GMT -8
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Post by Kirith, the Highmother on Apr 23, 2018 10:18:57 GMT -8
Nineteen (The Crimson Book) Kirith strides over toward Thrand and Ninteen, white eyes locking onto the skeleton. She stops at Thrand's side, lowering her spear and planting it into the ground. "...is this the one who sent those rotting things to pollute our gates with their corpses?" Her head tilts to one side, dark amusement glittering in her white eyes. She nods at Ninteen once, and shadows fall on the group as the four Valkyries circle above them. They can move startlingly fast for armored people it seems. "Ah. It talks, does it? Does it know who sent these...things, assuming It's not the sender itself?" Kirith glances at Thrand, and then back at Nineteen. " "Yes I do. Big tall generic looking armored guy. Probably still watching this place with his scrying powers." "So you know him, do you?" Kirith stalks to the left of Thrand, as if starting to circle Nineteen. Behind him, the ground crunches as the four Valkyries land, weapons held aloft in their hands. She raises a hand, holding it out as if entreating a favor from him. "Who is he, then? Your master...or your foe?" The Valkyries behind do not move toward Nineteen, but stand solidly, clearly indicating they will not let him leave until he speaks. |
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Thrand Rangvaldrson
Committed
King Chief of Ískaldur
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: Thrand stands around 6 foot and 2 inches tall with a burly build and a wild, fiery orange beard. He possesses several blue tattoos on his body, although they’re often covered with furs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Thrand's wardrobe is relatively simple, especially compared to what other monarchs and royalty may possess. A pair of sturdy boots, a warm pair of pants, a plain shirt and a fur cloak is all that’s necessary for Thrand. On the occasion that he is drug into an event that requires some formality, he has a more pristine set of clothes that he can don, embroidered with the seal of Ískaldur, and a mantle with ornate clasps from the forge of Eldavél. To top it off, a finely crafted and engraved scabbard for his sword.
Beyond his clothing, Thrand possesses a rather ordinary shield and a magic sword with a shard from the Heart of Odin embedded within the hilt. The sword is both a national treausre and a symbol of his status as the King Chief of Ískaldur, and thus Thrand keeps it by his side constantly. However if he were to ever find himself in a situation where he would have to engage in combat, he’d much prefer to go with a mace before the sword.
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Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Apr 16, 2018 18:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Thrand Rangvaldrson on Apr 23, 2018 10:41:35 GMT -8
Kirith, the Highmother Nineteen (The Crimson Book)Thrand looks over as Kirith approaches, acknowledging her with a curt nod before turning back to face Nineteen. “He claims to know the being who sent the undead, but he for some reason is unable to point us in the direction of the person he claims did this.” Thrand doesn’t bother to hide his suspiscious tone, rather making it rather obvious. He nods as Nineteen brought up the possibility of the supposed being scrying. He turns to Kirith. “Do you think it is possible find the location of this unknown being if he is currently using magic to spy upon us?” Thrand himself didn’t know much about the intricacies of magic, and so defaulted to asking the person he figured knew the best.
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