Lady Cassandra Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
Registered: Jun 30, 2016 10:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on May 8, 2019 8:33:59 GMT -8
She heard the hoofbeats behind her, coming to a stop just as what she presumed to be a Knight called out to her. Cassandra gave as dazzling a smile as she could in her weary and dirty state.
"Hail, sir Knight. I do not consider myself one, though I have a certain affinity with Fire Spirits." She said, a tad wary of the Knights now.
"I do not seek to harm anyone who does not seek to harm me or innocents. Why do you ask?"
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Audric VIII
Established
Hurrah!
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 24
Physical Description: Of somewhat above average build and height, Audric doesn't have particularly memorable traits. He in general is described as cavalier in appearance, with light eyes and particularly dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Audric carries upon him a full set of sanctified plate and chainmail along with a helmet as protection, though he doesn't wear leather underneath with just wrapping instead. He is armed with a bland looking and somewhat short longsword bearing only the mark of his family and of it's blessing along with a knuckled dagger of the same make. His shield is something between a hearer and kite shield, and while carrying the Order's black cross one can see it is painted over the shape of Audric's family crest, an armoured Knight on a pegasus. He has hidden about his person a hand-crossbow that takes massive strength to wind up, allowing it to pack the punch of a big crossbow in a little frame. From it, he shoots an array of either stakes, silver bolts, or simple sanctified ones, potentially poisoned. Finally, arguably his greatest armament is a book of prayers, in which he has hidden coin and... utilities. Other than that he carries little on his travels about his person, preferring to live off the land or bring things on his horse, a quite massive black charger that tows carts alone.
Registered: Sept 12, 2017 15:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Audric VIII on May 8, 2019 11:46:08 GMT -8
Appreciating the noble posturing of his counterpart Audric nodded, giving a half-bow from his seated position. "Very well then: Audric-Joachim-Kristofer Altman-Corneliu, or quite simply Sir Audric VIII, at your service." He said, before continuing to ride on. "It is a vile place, this world. Many evil doers are about and one of them - a witch - has taken a particular dislike of me. One whom I believe I could beat alone, but not when she hath possessed an assembly of ne'erdowells for her schemes and plots. In my hurry to escape I went to the desert, and now I cross the dunes to find respite. How did you get here m'lady, if you do not consider the question churlish."
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Lady Cassandra Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
Registered: Jun 30, 2016 10:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on May 9, 2019 9:25:26 GMT -8
"A pleasure to meet you, Sir Audric, even in such dire circumstances. I am Lady Cassandra Winter, second in line to the Winterlands Throne." She said, as nobly as possible.
"I do not mind at all. I set out for Aridia a while ago, seeking a change of scenery. Hired a local guide, got proper supplies and headed out! Not two days ago he led me into an ambush, threatening to kidnap, kill, and worse. Pretty standard really, but as I am particularly fond of not having those things happen, I...er...incinerated them. Better to die out in the desert with no guide than the alternative..."
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Audric VIII
Established
Hurrah!
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 24
Physical Description: Of somewhat above average build and height, Audric doesn't have particularly memorable traits. He in general is described as cavalier in appearance, with light eyes and particularly dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Audric carries upon him a full set of sanctified plate and chainmail along with a helmet as protection, though he doesn't wear leather underneath with just wrapping instead. He is armed with a bland looking and somewhat short longsword bearing only the mark of his family and of it's blessing along with a knuckled dagger of the same make. His shield is something between a hearer and kite shield, and while carrying the Order's black cross one can see it is painted over the shape of Audric's family crest, an armoured Knight on a pegasus. He has hidden about his person a hand-crossbow that takes massive strength to wind up, allowing it to pack the punch of a big crossbow in a little frame. From it, he shoots an array of either stakes, silver bolts, or simple sanctified ones, potentially poisoned. Finally, arguably his greatest armament is a book of prayers, in which he has hidden coin and... utilities. Other than that he carries little on his travels about his person, preferring to live off the land or bring things on his horse, a quite massive black charger that tows carts alone.
Registered: Sept 12, 2017 15:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Audric VIII on May 9, 2019 17:53:50 GMT -8
"Likewise!" The Knight exclaimed, rooting in his horse's bags to retrieve a telescope. Extending the thing he looked about, shaking his head in annoyance as nothing was in sight. "How vile! Though it brings a fellow great joy to be a Knight, it is most unbecoming that our profession is only ever in more demand. But I shall see it done, there will be a day whence Brothers of the Sword must no longer travel the world. But until that day I vow to seek out injustice and evil wherever it presents itself!" Audric said, giving the landscape another peek through the telescope. "The Winterlands you say? Never heard of them, but I would have guessed you're a maiden of fellow Northern bloods. Folk of the colds, we are a type."
"You know, m'lady, perhaps it would have been best if you hadn't quite incinerated the scoundrel. It appears that together we are no less lost than before."
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Lady Cassandra Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
Registered: Jun 30, 2016 10:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on May 10, 2019 5:57:45 GMT -8
"We are a client state of the Isran Empire, and my brother does not tend to concern himself with matters outside his borders." She said, rather dismissively of her own brother.
"I have thought that myself, but I would not have been able to sleep at night with a dangerous bandit tied up near me. Next time perhaps, I shall recruit some noble knights such as yourself for protection. That would have prevented the issue entirely I suspect."
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Audric VIII
Established
Hurrah!
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 24
Physical Description: Of somewhat above average build and height, Audric doesn't have particularly memorable traits. He in general is described as cavalier in appearance, with light eyes and particularly dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Audric carries upon him a full set of sanctified plate and chainmail along with a helmet as protection, though he doesn't wear leather underneath with just wrapping instead. He is armed with a bland looking and somewhat short longsword bearing only the mark of his family and of it's blessing along with a knuckled dagger of the same make. His shield is something between a hearer and kite shield, and while carrying the Order's black cross one can see it is painted over the shape of Audric's family crest, an armoured Knight on a pegasus. He has hidden about his person a hand-crossbow that takes massive strength to wind up, allowing it to pack the punch of a big crossbow in a little frame. From it, he shoots an array of either stakes, silver bolts, or simple sanctified ones, potentially poisoned. Finally, arguably his greatest armament is a book of prayers, in which he has hidden coin and... utilities. Other than that he carries little on his travels about his person, preferring to live off the land or bring things on his horse, a quite massive black charger that tows carts alone.
Registered: Sept 12, 2017 15:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Audric VIII on May 10, 2019 17:40:10 GMT -8
"Oh? If he cares not for the territories outside of what he rules, why bother subjugating yourself as a... a 'client state' as you say. But it is no surprise such a man did not provide protection for his very own sister — inconceivable!" The Knight stated, shaking his head as once more he lowered his telescope.
Audric sighed wearily, taking off his helmet to wipe down his brow and then quickly screwed it back onto his wrapped face. "You know, m'lady, as much as speaking with you is pleasant we are lost and a way out of this desert is needed. I have water and foodstuffs to last quite some time but quite some time is not eternal. I see no landmarks about, perhaps something has caught your eye?"
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Lady Cassandra Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
Registered: Jun 30, 2016 10:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on May 11, 2019 14:52:43 GMT -8
"Oh, he definitely tried too, but I don't react well to being...controlled. A mistake in this case. Still, I have you for protection now." Lady Winter thought back to her past day or two, nothing coming to mind.
"I'm afraid not," she said forlornly, "I'm not even certain I haven't been going in circles in this damnable desert. We could attempt to backtrack and locate the camp of the bandits who attempted to kidnap me, they may have a map."
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Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on May 11, 2019 17:25:15 GMT -8
The cruel sun beat down upon the dunes with it's one malevolent eye unblinking, and the sky was it's co-conspirator with not even a wisp of cloud to soften the harsh rays. Many creatures had long since took shelter in the shadows of the rocks where the sand was not hot enough to roast them, but there was no shade large enough for the caravan that snaked its way between the undulating terrain of the Arridi Desert.
Unlike the foreigners, the newcomers seemed to move through the sandy dunes with an ease that only comes from a knowing of the land. Aside from the few horses carrying what seemed to be packs of supplies, three menacing figures in swirling robes, were the only life to see for miles. Yet the strangers ignored the pair, even after one figure had glanced their way...
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Kargth
Established
Knight of a time long past,confused of who and what he is he travels the lands seeking for answers.
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: 7ft tall and built like an ox nothing can be seen under his armor.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing armor made of darkest metal and wielding a blazing sword Kargth is a sight to behold. His armor is etched with script with a language he does not understand. His sword blazing with magic he can not conceive of. The armor he wears is as much a mystery to himself as it is to others.
Registered: Jan 25, 2017 21:39:37 GMT -8
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Post by Kargth on May 11, 2019 22:19:51 GMT -8
It was hot here. Too hot. Although Kargth himself felt only mild discomfort, lacking any body to feel the heat, the small envoy of militiamen and traders that came with him would not stop complaining about it. The small Silent Militia convoy had entered the desert just under six hours ago. Where the arid land turned into endless seas of sand. Great dunes like tsunami waves covered the landscape as far as the eye could see. Although they’re party was only a dozen men, six militiamen escorts 5 traders and Kargth it took them ages to trudge through the fine sand, making little distance. The men themselves, tall and burly, were not use to such heats either, used to the cold chill of the far northern mountains. The militiamen suffering the most, sweating profusely under their iron armour plating. They had brought plenty of water and supplies for the trip, as was suggested from the Isran government, but it would be a hard journey to the Arridi settlements at this rate.
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Audric VIII
Established
Hurrah!
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 24
Physical Description: Of somewhat above average build and height, Audric doesn't have particularly memorable traits. He in general is described as cavalier in appearance, with light eyes and particularly dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Audric carries upon him a full set of sanctified plate and chainmail along with a helmet as protection, though he doesn't wear leather underneath with just wrapping instead. He is armed with a bland looking and somewhat short longsword bearing only the mark of his family and of it's blessing along with a knuckled dagger of the same make. His shield is something between a hearer and kite shield, and while carrying the Order's black cross one can see it is painted over the shape of Audric's family crest, an armoured Knight on a pegasus. He has hidden about his person a hand-crossbow that takes massive strength to wind up, allowing it to pack the punch of a big crossbow in a little frame. From it, he shoots an array of either stakes, silver bolts, or simple sanctified ones, potentially poisoned. Finally, arguably his greatest armament is a book of prayers, in which he has hidden coin and... utilities. Other than that he carries little on his travels about his person, preferring to live off the land or bring things on his horse, a quite massive black charger that tows carts alone.
Registered: Sept 12, 2017 15:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Audric VIII on May 12, 2019 16:23:57 GMT -8
The Knight laughed as the woman remarked upon her relations with her Brother; an attitude! He rode on, listening to what the noblewoman had to say about their whereabouts, and was about to frame a reply before grinning widely and pointing to a sight in the distance. "The fates have not let us down m'lady, look!" He spurred his horse and rode on towards the figures he saw in the distance with a greeting hand upraised.
"Hail desert folk, might you know the path to the nearest settlement?"
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Lady Cassandra Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
Registered: Jun 30, 2016 10:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on May 14, 2019 9:44:08 GMT -8
The Knight rode off before she could attempt to stop him, and she followed him, uneasy at the figures that had appeared.
"What if they aren't friendly?" She whispered, giving an uncomfortable looking smile at the three figures. Lady Winter shifted uneasily in her saddle as she awaited a response.
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Arridia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on May 14, 2019 14:00:44 GMT -8
The three figures steadily brought their horses to a stop and turned their powerful steeds towards the travelers in a flurry of sand. Now that the figures were near, Cassandra and Audric would clearly see the icy blue eyes that peered out from the depths of the tagelmusts the figures wore. The two travelers would also find that each figure held a wickedly sharp spear which gleamed in the relentless sun.
The three robed beings suddenly stopped on a dime, mere feet from the pair. Almost instantly all three figures touched their right hands to their lips, then forehead, then lips again, all in unblemished unison. Typically the strange sign is a gesture of welcoming and peace between desert folk, though it is rarely used outside of the Arridi Desert.
"Aye, we know the path through the dunes. Do you and your companion require guides?" responded one of the figures without warning. Surprisingly only a slight accent marred his otherwise smooth pronunciation.
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Audric VIII
Established
Hurrah!
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 24
Physical Description: Of somewhat above average build and height, Audric doesn't have particularly memorable traits. He in general is described as cavalier in appearance, with light eyes and particularly dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Audric carries upon him a full set of sanctified plate and chainmail along with a helmet as protection, though he doesn't wear leather underneath with just wrapping instead. He is armed with a bland looking and somewhat short longsword bearing only the mark of his family and of it's blessing along with a knuckled dagger of the same make. His shield is something between a hearer and kite shield, and while carrying the Order's black cross one can see it is painted over the shape of Audric's family crest, an armoured Knight on a pegasus. He has hidden about his person a hand-crossbow that takes massive strength to wind up, allowing it to pack the punch of a big crossbow in a little frame. From it, he shoots an array of either stakes, silver bolts, or simple sanctified ones, potentially poisoned. Finally, arguably his greatest armament is a book of prayers, in which he has hidden coin and... utilities. Other than that he carries little on his travels about his person, preferring to live off the land or bring things on his horse, a quite massive black charger that tows carts alone.
Registered: Sept 12, 2017 15:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Audric VIII on May 14, 2019 19:41:26 GMT -8
"Well, m'lady, I would in such a case kill them if you do not object. At least it would be a small wake from the humdrum of the endless sands, eh?" he returned, not quite whispering with a perhaps worrying triviality to his voice. The Knight turned back to the desert folk and with his head cocked examined them. They bore spears at a distance when a blade would be far better so he wasn't inclined to believe they were enemies, and noted on the light eyes having expected darker looks from men of the sand.
"I would be honoured if you would oblige, yes. The both of us have been in the desert longer than we should have and a path to civilization would be most welcome."
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Kargth
Established
Knight of a time long past,confused of who and what he is he travels the lands seeking for answers.
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: 7ft tall and built like an ox nothing can be seen under his armor.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing armor made of darkest metal and wielding a blazing sword Kargth is a sight to behold. His armor is etched with script with a language he does not understand. His sword blazing with magic he can not conceive of. The armor he wears is as much a mystery to himself as it is to others.
Registered: Jan 25, 2017 21:39:37 GMT -8
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Post by Kargth on May 14, 2019 21:51:21 GMT -8
The trade envoy had devolved into silence. The men all worn out on complaints and observances of both the heat and weather. Not a word had been spoken within the group for over six hours as they steadily moved more and more into the desert. Which is why it took several seconds for one of the escort horsemen to be able to voice his alarm, his voice hoarse and crackled in lack of use and the heat.
“Sir, over there. People!” He was eventually able to say, clearing his throat several times.
The whole convoy turned to look in the area he was pointing, partly to see what other group of people could be in this desolate land other then natives, and also partially to break up the monotony of the landscape.
In the distance two shapes could be made out, one of which glaringly bright. The beating sun reflecting harshly of the person.
“Is that someone wearing full plate armour?” Asked one of the men, trying to shield his eyes from the sun as he squinted off into the distance. “Its like he’s wearing a mirror!”
“He must be cooking in that!” Added one of the traders riding in one of the three carts. “The guys a mad man!” He looked over at Kargth for a moment, who was similarly dressed, but thankfully the dark matte armour he wore was not reflective like the opposing person. “Uh, no offence sir” He said quickly, realising his mistake.
Kargth chuckled, a deep guttural sound. “No offence taken. If I could feel the heat as you do, I would be saying the same thing.” Kargth looked carefully at the group of people in the distance. “I believe there might be some natives with them. Best we head to them.”
With that, the convoy made the slow journey over several more dunes, this time faster than the speed they were doing before taking merely half an hour. Spurred onwards by a destination of some kind in view rather then endless desert.
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Lady Cassandra Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
Registered: Jun 30, 2016 10:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on May 16, 2019 9:12:03 GMT -8
"Who are you?" Cassandra blurted out, feeling decidedly uneasy around them for some reason. She wasn't really sure what it was, but something was putting her on edge. The sound of more people, horses and carts from behind her almost made her leap from the horse. Her hands flashed briefly with fire at the emotional reaction.
"Who are they?" She asked in an almost accusatory tone.
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Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on May 17, 2019 20:14:22 GMT -8
The icy gaze of the nomads carefully tracked Cassandra and Audric as they briefly conspired over the Arridi before them. Yet the three showed no sign of hearing the conversation -or so it seemed- only continuing their chilling stare.
The robed figures responded not to Audric's thanks nor to Cassandra's exclamations. Instead the Arridi swung themselves towards the approaching caravan, just missing the fiery act of magic Lady Cassandra had performed.
With all three figures facing the Silent Militia convoy, silence followed until the weary travelers reached the Arridi. Whereupon they performed the same desert greeting as seen beforehand with Cassandra and Audric; right hand to lips, then forehead, then back to lips.
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Audric VIII
Established
Hurrah!
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 24
Physical Description: Of somewhat above average build and height, Audric doesn't have particularly memorable traits. He in general is described as cavalier in appearance, with light eyes and particularly dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Audric carries upon him a full set of sanctified plate and chainmail along with a helmet as protection, though he doesn't wear leather underneath with just wrapping instead. He is armed with a bland looking and somewhat short longsword bearing only the mark of his family and of it's blessing along with a knuckled dagger of the same make. His shield is something between a hearer and kite shield, and while carrying the Order's black cross one can see it is painted over the shape of Audric's family crest, an armoured Knight on a pegasus. He has hidden about his person a hand-crossbow that takes massive strength to wind up, allowing it to pack the punch of a big crossbow in a little frame. From it, he shoots an array of either stakes, silver bolts, or simple sanctified ones, potentially poisoned. Finally, arguably his greatest armament is a book of prayers, in which he has hidden coin and... utilities. Other than that he carries little on his travels about his person, preferring to live off the land or bring things on his horse, a quite massive black charger that tows carts alone.
Registered: Sept 12, 2017 15:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Audric VIII on May 18, 2019 18:00:13 GMT -8
The Knight looked back at the arrivals coming from the rear, momentarily grasping his sword. However as it seemed they had no will either, he relaxed with either shoulder dropping. He looked at Cassandra's outburst, cursing under his breath as the damsel's actions could very well merit the Aridians not agreeing to bring the duo along. However, he wouldn't at this point simply just disassociate from her even if he could, instead he tried to alleviate the situation as best as he cold.
Audric leaned in to Cassandra, placing an arm on her shoulder and in a much more hushed voice spoke. "Calm m'lady, calm." The Knight cautioned. "They are travellers much like us I believe, relax, and we shall all find salvation. Though I'm sure we could take the lot of them together, I don't really think we'd want to as they're the only way out we have."
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Kargth
Established
Knight of a time long past,confused of who and what he is he travels the lands seeking for answers.
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: 7ft tall and built like an ox nothing can be seen under his armor.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing armor made of darkest metal and wielding a blazing sword Kargth is a sight to behold. His armor is etched with script with a language he does not understand. His sword blazing with magic he can not conceive of. The armor he wears is as much a mystery to himself as it is to others.
Registered: Jan 25, 2017 21:39:37 GMT -8
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Post by Kargth on May 23, 2019 21:10:52 GMT -8
Kargth and the small convoy slowed to a halt several meters away from the shining knight and the strange woman. Kargth turned to the natives and in reply to their gesture he bowed his head. He then turned his face to the knight.
“It is lucky you were wearing such well shined armoured plate sir knight. We would have never of spotted you normally in among the sand dunes.”
“Yeah you were our shining beacon!” Shouted one of the traders from his cart, sniggering to himself.
Kargth quickly snapped his neck around at the trader. He quickly was silent.
“Sorry.” The chastised trader said quickly.
Once again, Kargth turned to the natives and spoke formally to them.
“We have come to meet your leaders. Our lands lay far to the north, and the journey has been long.” He gestured behind him to the exhausted convoy. “May we ask for your help in completing this journey? We bring items of trade with us to show your people our worth.”
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Lady Cassandra Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
Registered: Jun 30, 2016 10:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on May 24, 2019 10:36:30 GMT -8
The flames in her hand simmered down before they could be noticed by the approaching convoy.
"Right, right. Thank you, Sir Audric. This is my first time adventuring...solo, anyway. Wouldnt want to offend our guides and end up stranded in the desert again, would I?" She asked rhetorically, chuckling nervously to herself.
"What do those hand motions mean?" She inquired of her newfound knight.
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Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on May 24, 2019 18:51:09 GMT -8
"Your worth has already been shown, the items will not be necessary in the moment." the Arridi speaking gestured towards the trader who had previously spoken.
With this the Arridi turned to address the now large conglomerate of foreigns; "In our lands it is good grace to follow the Word of the Law, a text that devises the behavior of those traveling these dunes. To this end, I must stress that those adept in magic refrain from use of their talent for the duration of their travels," the native let his sky blue eyes lock with Cassandra's for a moment.
The Arridi offered no further explanation, instead each native mounted a stallion and waited patiently for the group of foreigners to follow suit.
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