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 Jun 4, 2018 15:01:07 GMT -8
Thrand nods. "Zhiode has returned with news of this desert town. It appears that they tried to attack her, and in doing so muddied the representative of Ískaldur, which I don't intend to let them do without paying the price." He grins darkly. "Besides it'll be a display of Ískaldur's strength to remind the world of our existence."
He turns to face Cul Ésa. "Good to hear, I expect nothing less than success on the battlefield."
He begins to walk towards the the large pair of stone doors that marked the exit of the castle. "I'll go rally the troops I plan to take, and we'll move out as soon as everybody's ready. In the meantime prepare yourselves for battle." Before going, Thrand addresses Kirith one last time. "Kirith, I trust that you can supply five of your best to help lead?"
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Lilith
New
Roleplay posts: 7 
Physical Description: With a curvaceous figure, Lilith is a dark beauty. Her long, ebony locks mask half her face in an unbroken sheet of darkness. Her lips, dark as they are plump, hide snow white teeth. She wears a raven-feather cloak, along with darksteel armor.
Clothes and Equipment: Lilith wields a variety of rune tattoos etched into her skin, hidden by a glamour rune. She also has a scythe which she often uses to etch runes.
She also has a Frost Gauntlet, to allow her to harness the power of her innate magic. She can create knives with this gauntlet.
Registered: Jun 2, 2018 17:54:05 GMT -8
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Post by Lilith on Jun 4, 2018 15:09:52 GMT -8
Lilith nods, runes across her arms glowing, as she promptly leaves, brandishing her scythe as she departs. The rune mage is followed by her brother.
"I'll gather some troops of my own, as will Lilith." He declares, his sword glinting wickedly in the light. Cul Esa's tattoos glow, as Lilith's scythe pulses.
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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 Jun 4, 2018 17:34:50 GMT -8
Thrand nods. "Zhiode has returned with news of this desert town. It appears that they tried to attack her, and in doing so muddied the representative of Ískaldur, which I don't intend to let them do without paying the price." He grins darkly. "Besides it'll be a display of Ískaldur's strength to remind the world of our existence." He turns to face Cul Ésa. "Good to hear, I expect nothing less than success on the battlefield." He begins to walk towards the the large pair of stone doors that marked the exit of the castle. "I'll go rally the troops I plan to take, and we'll move out as soon as everybody's ready. In the meantime prepare yourselves for battle." Before going, Thrand addresses Kirith one last time. "Kirith, I trust that you can supply five of your best to help lead?" By now the Valkyrie leader seems positively bristling with fury at the thought of the "desert rats" disrespecting their nation. Her clawed hands are clenched in tight fists, and a tangible heat seems to be spilling from her armored body. Kirith straightens suddenly, voice tinged with cold resolve. "The very best, King Chief. With the sharpest and wickedest weapons my kind have borne, to cut down the insects who defy us." The Valkyrie Highmother pauses, looking at him with head slightly inclined. Her white eyes burn. Though her masked "face" has no mouth, Thrand has the feeling she'd be smiling if she could. Kirith raises a hand and clamps it over where her heart would be (if she had one). "And if you'll have me, I'll go myself." |
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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 Jun 4, 2018 19:32:08 GMT -8
Thrand smiled as Kirith responded, a smile that showed the anticipation for vengeance. "I have no reason to object to you coming along. I look forward to seeing the might of Ískaldur once again crush those who stand below us."
With that he turned back towards the door, moving to leave. "I'll hold you here no longer, as I'm sure you'll be just as busy as I in the upcoming preparations for war." And with that said Thrand exits the castle.
Outside Thrand moves through the city to gather the troops, picking and choosing those he wishes to fill the ranks. Naturally none object and once the reason for war has spread the whole city, nay, the whole nation's blood is boiling for war and a chance to exact vengeance against those who dared attempt to sully Ískaldur's name.
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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 Jun 7, 2018 19:03:49 GMT -8
Thrand smiled as Kirith responded, a smile that showed the anticipation for vengeance. "I have no reason to object to you coming along. I look forward to seeing the might of Ískaldur once again crush those who stand below us." With that he turned back towards the door, moving to leave. "I'll hold you here no longer, as I'm sure you'll be just as busy as I in the upcoming preparations for war." And with that said Thrand exits the castle. Outside Thrand moves through the city to gather the troops, picking and choosing those he wishes to fill the ranks. Naturally none object and once the reason for war has spread the whole city, nay, the whole nation's blood is boiling for war and a chance to exact vengeance against those who dared attempt to sully Ískaldur's name. Kirith nods as Thrand leaves, muttering her thanks as she turns to depart. She exits through one of the side doors, looking skyward. The Valkyrie focuses a moment, the metallic wings affixed to her body stretching lazily and extending. She leaps into the air, cold wind rushing over her armored shell as she soars upward. Kirith flies on, slowly adjusting her position to head back toward the Heart. As she flies, the Valkyrie Highmother's mind emits a signal, one only the others of her kind could hear or understand. Valkyries. My brethren, my children.To me.To war.Above Iskaldur, the skies darken as hundreds of metallic, shining warriors fly around like impyrean birds of prey. Lightning sparks, and clouds gather, and the sound of a thousand voices chanting as one ring out to all who could hear. To war. |
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