Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Jan 10, 2019 10:03:41 GMT -8
Kord looked at Liz again and nodded. "Then you'd like a word with one of the tains right?" Kord said and added. "I'll put your name right here - I've heard the tain here in Leifheim, Sigrid, comes by later today. She always wants to speak with the participants and even more so with diplomats." Kord explained and noted that she preferred being called 'Liz'. Suddenly Kord opened his eyes wide. "On a griffin!" he exclaimed louder than he should as other Taingaardians started mumbling around the Mead Hall. "Griffins are sacred animals in Taingaard that haven't been seen in decades! You'll be sure to attract some attention on that!" he said marveled by it. Kord peeked to the newcomers and noticed two elves standing around not approaching the desk yet. Elves were usually incredibly careful and tactful from his experience and by turning his palms upwards and then placing them on the desk he'd signal that there were no others being in front of them in the line right now and that they were fine to step up to the desk and present themselves. "I would be more than happy to speak with Tain Sigrid." She said, then smiling wisely as he mentioned the people's love of griffins. "The elite Isran military force, the Dawn Riders, is mounted upon griffins. The ranch I own is home to several breeding pairs as well as the Dawn Riders trainees. I would be more than happy to show some people around some time."
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Rutgard Isenhall
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 28
Physical Description: 6'2, broad shoulders and strong arms, generally wears his hair in some sort of braid. Avatar is otherwise accurate.
Clothes and Equipment: Rutgard has a distinct lack of caring for finery and generally wears plain clothing of linen or leather. During the winter he has a cloak of fur pieced together by some of the elder women who care for him when he returns from the hunt. He carries a large two handed axe that has been inscribed with ruins along the eye.
Registered: Aug 23, 2018 5:26:27 GMT -8
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Post by Rutgard Isenhall on Jan 10, 2019 15:57:01 GMT -8
The call for the hunt came across the land sparking a response in many hearts and the work of many hands as they collected their belongings and set to the task of traveling to the mead hall of Vanskaar.
The blessings of his own behind him and the excitement of friendly competition brought him to the culmination of the belief that he would require a true prize. He would make his own hall proud and do that which seemed impossible. He had faith in the axe upon his back and in the strength of his own hands one clasping the door to the hall and bringing it back only enough for him to enter. Rutgard was no small man, well over six feet and with a rather imposing manner to his long gait and wide shoulders. He had no fear in his gaze, no worry, and a friendly smile that he shared with a few sitting by the door that noticed his entrance. It was meant to be quiet as he needed no grand announcement of his presence. He would prove his worth through work and not word in this case.
Seeing a familiar face along the edges she seemed to be observing the fanfare and no doubt would spot him in return. The smile that was friendly before changed to downright pleased, Isgerd was his favorite wayfinder, and he knew a few, and to his knowledge she had the finest backside of them all. One he’d rather like to hold again sometime in the near future.
“Participating are we?” He would say as he approached taking a spot along the wall beside her.
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Kord Vanskaar
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 44
Physical Description: Large and bulky he could just as well be a smith or a barbarian, and you'll often see him carrying half a cow or a filled bear barrel over his shoulder as it was nothing. His stern face tells about concentration and a life of labor and as the Vanskaar often do, he has shaved his head only one long ponytail remaining that extends down to his shoulder blades. A thick mustache hangs cleverly beneath his nose.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing practical clothes and often nothing on his torso, he needs a practical outfit to being able to do his job properly.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 13:46:59 GMT -8
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Post by Kord Vanskaar on Jan 11, 2019 0:11:21 GMT -8
"You will get the chance to do so before long, Miss Liz." Kord said and finished up the paperwork. "You keep the griffins as cattle..?" that's impressive, those in Taingaard would never submit to something like that, but I reckon there must be different species around The Overworld." Kord said although he was unsure how some people would feel about griffins being pent up as in Taingaard according to legend a griffin was said to be even more intelligent than man. "Well... Sigrid would definitely want to meet you." he said and smiled.
In through the door stepped Rutgard Isenhall and although it took Kord a few moments, he recognized the boy and sighed. The boy was the first one to ever wrestle Kord to the ground and keep him pinned there thus ending Kord's unbroken record in the kind of wrestling turnaments Vanskaar often held. There went a monster hunter if he had ever known any and even though he resided in Vikhafen his reputation in Leifheim was great too. Kord would have called him over if Rutgard had not looked somewhat preoccupied with presenting himself to a certain someone and Kord crossed his arms and chuckled lightly shaking his head.
"Isgerd can both find the way and lead you astray, boy..." he said muted to himself with half a smile.
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Jan 11, 2019 10:08:10 GMT -8
Khepri nearly danced behind Deidra when Rudiger rose his voice, a grin spreading across her lips. She did end up standing her ground, though she rose up one hand playfully to defend herself.
When the young lady spoke, she turned her head gently to address her. "Oh, well how wonderful for you both, then. Unfortunately, however, I might be trying to steal this man from you. We've been on so many adventures with our friend here-" She paused and splayed her hand out as Kord called out to the suspicious woman trying much too hard to exit the mead hall.
"Thank you so much for giving the announcement, sir," she said to him as she waved at Roxy. "Roxanne! How nice of you to finally show up! You're signing up for the Hunt with me, aren't you?"
Briefly, she turned back to Kord. "I am Khepri, Bird of Paradise, and this is Roxanne Fletcher, please. We will be a team. I am... how do you call it? A mage." She reached into the cloak and produced a necklace. Rudiger would recognize it: it held the same crystal that he had retrieved for her many moons ago. When she closed her eyes, she pulled power from the crytal, which shone like a small star. Her cloak flew up and formed into black wings, dotted with gold scales. Her human feet became talons and her features sharper and inhumanly stunning.
Breathing in softly, she spoke one word: "Astir."
The golden scales and feathers that made up Khepri's body melted like iron on a forge. As she held out one of her hands, the gold converged in the middle of her palm, building upon itself until a brilliant lyre formed. She held it up to Kord.
"This is my weapon. I don't use it to fight-" she looked to Deidra, answering her earlier question. "I use it to help my allies fight better."
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Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Jan 11, 2019 19:09:01 GMT -8
Deidra hesitated a bit at the the display of magic, even Gundulf grumbling softly with mild appreciation for the act. Her mind was working and unfortunately finding value in the plan Khepri presented. Two warriors with a mage made more sense than two warriors alone even with the support of her familiar. Her face fell a bit even as she turned again to fully face the woman. "...I see what you mean that a team of this make up would be rather formidable, but I feel as though I must point out... They don't exactly seem too keen to be on a team with you. Rudiger's reaction isn't exactly what I would call ideal. Harmony between team members can be more important than the balance and make up of the team. The young woman over there also doesn't seem too excited to see you." She explained as she folded her hands behind her back. "And I think they should be able to make the decision for themselves which team they would rather be on."
As she spoke the metallic wolf on her shoulder began growling again the nearer he was brought to her and at the end of her explanation the wolf snapped at her with a clang. Immediately Deidra straightened looking at him, disapprovingly. "Gundulf. Behave."
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jan 13, 2019 0:26:49 GMT -8
Roxanne cringed when Kord spotted her and called out to her in front of everyone. Why did he have to do that? Why did he have to call attention to her? Now there was no chance of getting out of here without being spotted by Khepri. Sighing, she waited for a moment, wincing when she heard Khepri confirm her fears. Sighing, she pulled her hood off and looked up at the bird-woman.
"What are you doing here, Khepri? You're no hunter. Did you just come here to tormen-"
She stopped, shocked, as Khepri demonstrated her newfound talents. Where had she learned to do that? When had she learned how to do that? Roxanne hadn't seen her much recently, only once before she'd left to Taingaard...what had she been up to? She hesitated, unsure as to how to continue.
"Uh...how? What is that, Khepri? What did you do? How'd you learn that?"
Stepping in close, she leaned towards the woman and whispered quietly into her ear.
"That isn't any more of that singing now, is it? I don't need any more trouble, Khepri. I came all the way out here to avoid trouble."
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Alverein De Nelethas
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 687
Physical Description: Having lived through more than his fair share of trials in his life, Alverein appears slightly more weathered than the average elf of his age, appearing more towards his Middle Ages then he might otherwise. His hair is a mix of black and grey, the salt and pepper effect having barely come into contact with his beard. The very top of his left ear is missing and a cross-like scare marks his left eye, though thankfully he didn’t lose the eye itself.
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Clothes and Equipment: His usual outfit is a white shirt tucked into dark pants with his usual boots which are grey with elven glyphs worked into it in silver.
His weapons are storied blades in their own right, having existed long before he was even an idea, and probably continuing to do so long after he is naught but dust and half forgotten legend.
The Eclipse Blade, Teuvel Tel Fadien Teuivae: with a handle of dark iron bound in leather, and a scabbard of the same, until drawn Teuivae can seem like an ordinary sword of no great importance. Once drawn however it's magical nature is quite evident. The blade changes with the phase of the moon, variably seemingly made of a metal the color of moonlight and the night sky. The materials change the percentage of the weapon constructed as the moon waxes and wanes, becoming made of more moon-steel while waxing until being fully so on the nights of the full moon, and the shadowy stuff of night while waning until being fully so during a new moon.
The blade of Neverwinter has a cross guard shaped like the Sigil of the city who shares its name, both taking their name from the man who lead to the creation of both, an egg sized ruby being set into the iris on both sides.
The Neverwinter Shortsword: On his opposite hip rises the paired number of the blade, a shortsword created years after as much as a ceremonial twin as one for the battlefield. It shares a common look with its elder, though is not as distinct.
In his other hand more often than not however his black staff stands, a simple construction of wood so dark it almost seems to absorb light when it is not cracking with violet Eldritch energy.
His armor is an archaic custom creation of his, based off of several designs and made to provide equal parts defense and maneuverability for a magic user and crafted from mithral and materials harvested from a black dragon.
His cloak is of fine make, and lined with dark grey winter wolf fur. The natural abilities of the beast it's made from protects him from temperatures well below freezing.
At his back is his bag of holding, though you’d never be able to pick it out as magical from a dozen average satchels. Beaten and travel-worn, it’s been there more often than not, and he owes most of what little he has left to it’s magical depths.
The Key of Khrazan is what he owes for the rest of what he still has, when inserted into a door's lock and turned it opens a gate between that door and a pocket of space like a bag of holding that's 30ft wide x 120ft long x 30ft high. Inside is furnished with wood walls and a stone floor. Once the door is closed it will open back up to normal place it would access until the room is opened up from inside. If the door has been shut the only way to contact it from the outside world is by placing the key's matched doorknocker against the door and knocking with it.
He has several rings and a few other trinkets on him at all times, mementos from his former life.
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Registered: Dec 1, 2018 1:08:20 GMT -8
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Post by Alverein De Nelethas on Jan 13, 2019 5:57:48 GMT -8
Alverein raised his eyebrows at the lavish display of magic. Transformation was no easy feat, especially not for a warmage like himself so he could appreciate the effort academically. He could tell it wasn’t an illusion either, either she had some powerful magic at her beck and call or an even more powerful artifact, possibly both he thought with a grim smile as he thought of his own possessions.
He patted his side and grimaced slightly when he remembered he didn’t have his flask on him at the moment. Which meant getting involved with the crowd currently causing a scene at the bar. He considered his options and thought maybe it was best to let the tensions ease a bit before intruding.
He wondered idly if the bar had any Ruin Red Sweet 81 on tap. He doubted it. The bottles were rarer then mithril and worth their weight in gold seeing as only 81 bottles of the sweet but potent liquor were sold a year in random locations. It was a princely drink and he’d been lucky enough to snag one off a traveling peddler. He’d paid in full even though the man had no idea what he had. One of the best wines he’d ever had.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Jan 13, 2019 6:12:46 GMT -8
"You will get the chance to do so before long, Miss Liz." Kord said and finished up the paperwork. "You keep the griffins as cattle..?" that's impressive, those in Taingaard would never submit to something like that, but I reckon there must be different species around The Overworld." Kord said although he was unsure how some people would feel about griffins being pent up as in Taingaard according to legend a griffin was said to be even more intelligent than man. "Well... Sigrid would definitely want to meet you." he said and smiled. In through the door stepped Rutgard Isenhall and although it took Kord a few moments, he recognized the boy and sighed. The boy was the first one to ever wrestle Kord to the ground and keep him pinned there thus ending Kord's unbroken record in the kind of wrestling turnaments Vanskaar often held. There went a monster hunter if he had ever known any and even though he resided in Vikhafen his reputation in Leifheim was great too. Kord would have called him over if Rutgard had not looked somewhat preoccupied with presenting himself to a certain someone and Kord crossed his arms and chuckled lightly shaking his head. "Isgerd can both find the way and lead you astray, boy..." he said muted to himself with half a smile. "As cattle? Only in the sense that we keep an eye on them in their mountain homes. It is imperative to their skills that they learn to function independently, while also not regarding humans as food." She chuckled. "Dawn Rider initiates must travel into the mountains and find a young griffin, and bond with it. Quite the difficult task. I still bear a couple scars from mine." "This tradition, the Great Hunt, what is its significance?" She asked, genuinely curious about the fascinating culture on display here.
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Kord Vanskaar
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 44
Physical Description: Large and bulky he could just as well be a smith or a barbarian, and you'll often see him carrying half a cow or a filled bear barrel over his shoulder as it was nothing. His stern face tells about concentration and a life of labor and as the Vanskaar often do, he has shaved his head only one long ponytail remaining that extends down to his shoulder blades. A thick mustache hangs cleverly beneath his nose.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing practical clothes and often nothing on his torso, he needs a practical outfit to being able to do his job properly.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 13:46:59 GMT -8
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Post by Kord Vanskaar on Jan 13, 2019 11:06:14 GMT -8
Kord nodded and smiled - this was far more agreeable to him. "Well that's something else entirely." he said entire and lifted an eyebrow. "But to tame one... I would imagine that takes a lot of effort. No warrior in Taingaard have managed such in many years, although we would rather call it 'befriending' them than downright taming one." he explained wondering how closely related the griffins of Isra were to the griffins of Taingaard. "However due to some unfortunate circumstances now no one are allowed to travel to their mountain unless one of the tains allow it." Kord elaborated.
Kord smiled even wider as Elizabeth showed such genuine interest in the hunt. "Well i must commend you - most just come here for the physical challenge, but knowing about the history is quite important if you want to win." Kord said and took a deep breath. "In short... Taingaard wasn't always ruled by men - but by beasts and foul abominations claiming humanoid appearance. A little over one thousand years ago man along with the griffins reclaimed Taingaard from the monsters and beasts that had cast shadow upon it and The Great Hunt represents our endeavor to stay side by side with each other against evil. That's why honor, loyalty and even friendship are awarded good points in The Great Hunt and many wrongly thinks that only the size of the beast counts." Kord explained to Elizabeth Finch.
"Khepri, Bird of Paradise..? Hmm what?" Kord asked and scratched his head. She was an odd one this 'bird' and her transformation didn't make it the least bit less odd. "And you say that girl is... Roxanne Fletcher?" Kord said and scribbled that down too. "Ahhh well that I know about! You're what is called a 'bard' right? In Taingaard we call one like you a 'Skjald'. Using their music to convey stories and the notes magically making their allies better and weakening their opponents." Kord said and nodded. "Khepri... The Skjald Bird." he wrote down in her entry.
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Sigrid Torinnsdottir
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 38
Physical Description: Sigrid has braided hair, steel blue eyes though standing 1.7 m tall she isn't among the tallest of the women in Taingaard. She has white/blonde braided hair and decisive facial features.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a leather laced amulet that has been passed down from generation to generation and mostly fur coats and clothes.
Registered: Jul 16, 2018 7:28:14 GMT -8
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Post by Sigrid Torinnsdottir on Jan 13, 2019 11:37:55 GMT -8
The ruckus among the Taingaardian inside Vanskaar seemed to suddenly die down as if a cold breeze had blown through the room and a few moments later the door to Vanskaar was opened and six heavily armored taingaardian soldier stepped inside with their swords by the side and were followed by a lady who were perhaps not as intimidating in size, although she carried herself with enough authority that the laughter and and banter inside the Mead Hall reached a significantly lower note as she entered.
She would immediately stride over to Kord at the registration desk. "You've been busy today, Kord Vanskaar. It's good to see so many registrants, although I personally had hoped to see some of the Tawakoshi people too - but there will be time for that the next couple of days I reckon." she said and gave Elizabeth Finch a sidelong glance noticing the pin indicating her relation to the Isran Empire and gave her half a smile, hands wrapped behind her. "I see, are you the emissary from Isra that tain Haldar told me would arrive?" she asked curious. "I am tain Sigrid Torinnsdottir, ruler of Leifheim, the oldest city in Taingaard - the one you're standing in right now." she said and and bowed slightly at Elizabeth Finch with a wry smile. Such young of age to be both an esteemed warrior and emissary of such a prestigious nation.
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Alverein De Nelethas
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 687
Physical Description: Having lived through more than his fair share of trials in his life, Alverein appears slightly more weathered than the average elf of his age, appearing more towards his Middle Ages then he might otherwise. His hair is a mix of black and grey, the salt and pepper effect having barely come into contact with his beard. The very top of his left ear is missing and a cross-like scare marks his left eye, though thankfully he didn’t lose the eye itself.
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Clothes and Equipment: His usual outfit is a white shirt tucked into dark pants with his usual boots which are grey with elven glyphs worked into it in silver.
His weapons are storied blades in their own right, having existed long before he was even an idea, and probably continuing to do so long after he is naught but dust and half forgotten legend.
The Eclipse Blade, Teuvel Tel Fadien Teuivae: with a handle of dark iron bound in leather, and a scabbard of the same, until drawn Teuivae can seem like an ordinary sword of no great importance. Once drawn however it's magical nature is quite evident. The blade changes with the phase of the moon, variably seemingly made of a metal the color of moonlight and the night sky. The materials change the percentage of the weapon constructed as the moon waxes and wanes, becoming made of more moon-steel while waxing until being fully so on the nights of the full moon, and the shadowy stuff of night while waning until being fully so during a new moon.
The blade of Neverwinter has a cross guard shaped like the Sigil of the city who shares its name, both taking their name from the man who lead to the creation of both, an egg sized ruby being set into the iris on both sides.
The Neverwinter Shortsword: On his opposite hip rises the paired number of the blade, a shortsword created years after as much as a ceremonial twin as one for the battlefield. It shares a common look with its elder, though is not as distinct.
In his other hand more often than not however his black staff stands, a simple construction of wood so dark it almost seems to absorb light when it is not cracking with violet Eldritch energy.
His armor is an archaic custom creation of his, based off of several designs and made to provide equal parts defense and maneuverability for a magic user and crafted from mithral and materials harvested from a black dragon.
His cloak is of fine make, and lined with dark grey winter wolf fur. The natural abilities of the beast it's made from protects him from temperatures well below freezing.
At his back is his bag of holding, though you’d never be able to pick it out as magical from a dozen average satchels. Beaten and travel-worn, it’s been there more often than not, and he owes most of what little he has left to it’s magical depths.
The Key of Khrazan is what he owes for the rest of what he still has, when inserted into a door's lock and turned it opens a gate between that door and a pocket of space like a bag of holding that's 30ft wide x 120ft long x 30ft high. Inside is furnished with wood walls and a stone floor. Once the door is closed it will open back up to normal place it would access until the room is opened up from inside. If the door has been shut the only way to contact it from the outside world is by placing the key's matched doorknocker against the door and knocking with it.
He has several rings and a few other trinkets on him at all times, mementos from his former life.
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Registered: Dec 1, 2018 1:08:20 GMT -8
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Post by Alverein De Nelethas on Jan 14, 2019 4:49:54 GMT -8
Alverein couldn’t stifle a groan as the Sigrid introduced herself. When he’d come here he’d hoped that it might be a relaxing diversion, but that thought went out of the window when the local aristocracy got involved. Things got messy when nobles got involved.
He discreetly stood and faded into the milling patrons, working his way to the bar and getting one of the servers attention when they had a free moment.
“I don’t suppose you happen to have a bottle of Red Ruin Sweet 81 hidden somewhere?” He asked as he unconsciously rolled a gold coin between his fingers. “And if you don’t then maybe a bottle of Winter Red Spite?” He had the air of a noble and the casual stance of a soldier, outlined by an odd almost archaic accent.
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Kojuro Hizashi
Dedicated
Lord of Kiyonai
Roleplay posts: 354
Age: 23
Physical Description: Kojuro stands at a little above average height, and a slender, athletic build. His dark brown hair falls to just beneath chin level, and he usually wears it tied back. His eyes are a bright brown colour, so light as to be close to orange. He is usually well but simply dressed, and carries himself with a relaxed air, taking most things in his stride. He has several recently acquired scars, including a sword cut to his left arm which has left him only partial use of that hand, and a another from a sword cut along his jawline on the right side.
Clothes and Equipment: He is normally dressed in conventional attire for his culture and social class. As a lord, his clothing is high quality, though not ostentatious. For everyday wear a simple kosode and hakama, silk courtly robes for official duties, and armour on the battlefield. He prefers greens and blues, though often may be wearing the maroon and gold of the Hizashi clan.
In battle he can be noticed from a distance by the dragonfly crest on his helmet. He also wears a surcoat in Hizashi maroon and gold and a set of lacquered armour bearing the Hizashi clan cherry blossom crest. In battle he is armed with a tachi (long sword) and a tanto (dagger), and also carries a fan to signal orders. He will also be found carrying his swords everywhere, as is usual for samurai.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Player's online availability : For play: Some evenings, GMT. I am not around every day for RP, because life. For chatting/PMs: Most days/eves GMT.
Registered: May 10, 2017 13:44:12 GMT -8
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Post by Kojuro Hizashi on Jan 14, 2019 13:49:41 GMT -8
The Tawakoshi party entered the Mead Hall. Kojuro had with him two guards, dressed in full armour and carrying their paired swords, as well as the group of chosen hunters. It was already very busy in the Mead Hall, with a generally convivial atmosphere and he recognised one or two familiar faces from the Summit in Isra, which hardly seemed very long ago. It would be good to renew acquaintances, as well as to see some of Tain Erik’s homeland and experience the Tainish culture. “Please do your best and bring honour to our homeland!” he said to the Hunters, allowing them to make their way to Signing-In Desk. Each of them had been given a jade green silk padded haori jacket which would keep them warm in the forests of Taingaard. The colour represented the nation of Tawakoshi and each also featured the cherry blossom crest of the Lord Regent. It also made them look very handsome. Seijo Ito and Izanami Taro Yamada Kaen Kogoeshinu Wuppo
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Seijo Ito and Izanami
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 27
Physical Description: Seijo Ito is a severe man with harsh, gaunt features, marred by a scar across his cheek and an eyepatch where his left eye once was. He is wiry but muscled, not unlike a coiled spring and his remaining eye features a joyless, harsh gaze.
Conversely, the spirit Izanami that guides and aids him features fine, pale features that are beautifully, almost perfectly proportioned. When appearing as a human, her hair is black and straight, falling in a waterfall down her back and her eyes are so blue as to seem almost otherworldly. When in her true appearance she seems to flow as if beneath water, floating above the ground as her eyes become solidly white and hair flows beautifully in a series of blues.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clad in loose-fitting fabrics, Seijo's clothes have seen better days, although seem to be almost noble if they were in better condition.
Beneath his clothes is a thin chain shirt to protect his torso from lucky blows or an assassin's blade, but it won't hold against much more than that.
He wields a katana, and has a wakizashi tied at his waist, symbolizing his status as a swordsman.
Izanami has only her own clothes which she can manipulate, but can not be manipulated by anyone else die to her intangibility.
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Registered: Dec 27, 2017 1:34:01 GMT -8
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Post by Seijo Ito and Izanami on Jan 14, 2019 15:23:23 GMT -8
It would have taken a great deal of effort to explain the presence of Izanami when offering his blade for the hunt. As such, Seijo had hidden her away in his mind for the long trip by sea to this land of barbarians. An act she very much found unsatisfactory. An honored spirit of his ancestors, being closed up in his mind like some lowly stowaway! Besides, she loved the sea, and the sun, even if she could not feel it. Things she was very intent on reminding him of, so cruelly hidden from view. It was not until their approach to this "great" land of Taingaard that those observant enough would notice that they had one additional passenger than they had left with. A beautiful woman in white, standing silently alongside the swordsman, watching with wonder as they approached the continent.
Arriving at the mead hall, Seijo had hoped he would have some time to unwind from the long journey and relax. That hope was dashed rather suddenly. This place, like most Western "civilizations" was a raucous mess of shouting, of swill and foul-smelling fools. He had secured his haori rather tightly, although glancing at their leader, he nodded at the directions. Approaching the Sign-in Desk he bowed stiffly from the hip, the woman behind him merely smiling at the man behind it.
"I am Seijo Ito, Onmyōji. I am signing up on behalf of Tawakoshi." he declared.
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Taro Yamada
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 20
Physical Description: Taro is a young, pleasant man who doesn't look like he's ever witnessed hardship or strife. His skin is smooth, his face is young, and he wears a tender smile on his lips at all times.
He's a little short, rising at a steady 5'8". He usually wears baggy clothing, leading one to think that he's quite thin. Beneath the folds of cloth hides a strapping, athletic form.
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Clothes and Equipment: Taro has a penchant for bright colors and oversized clothing. Perhaps it's because of his mildly flamboyant nature, or perhaps it has something to do with more deceptive motivation.
He always carries around a heavy fan, though upon first glance it is painted to imitate wood, a common misconception for his enemies. Around his waist, beneath his kimono, he wears a hardy, long chain with small weights attached to both ends.
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Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Jan 19, 2018 17:43:16 GMT -8
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Post by Taro Yamada on Jan 14, 2019 15:52:51 GMT -8
Ambling in with the rest of them was a woman... a man? A... a boy. Much in contrast with Seijo, he was fair-skinned and youthful, his features pretty, bordering on beautiful had they not been dulled by the pallid friend that came along with the Onmyōji. With a wealth of energy, he bounced up behind his scary, rough counterpart, between the bickering trio, past all the vikings and the sharp-faced elven man, and up to the man handling the desk, who he gave the brightest smile.
"Taro Yamada!" he announced excitedly. He gave a completely unsuspicious glance at Kojuro for a moment then turned back to Kord, lips pursed a moment in brief contemplation before he continued. "I also represent Tawakoshi. I can use wind. Is that allowed?"
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Jan 14, 2019 16:58:59 GMT -8
"A noble tradition, and one I am honored to participate in. Taming them...or befriending them, depending on which environmentalist I am talking to that day, is certainly not easy. For all of Isra's legions, the Dawn Riders number only a few companies, and our washout rate is incredible. We..." She trailed off as Tain Sigrid arrived, bowing slightly in acknowledgement of the woman.
"Tain Sigrid, a pleasure to meet you. Kord was telling me that I should speak with you at some point. I am Consul Elizabeth Finch, but such a title is not befitting this event, so please call me Liz." She extended a hand out toward the Tain, unsure of the proper greeting here but giving it a shot nonetheless.
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Altan of The Qara'Möngke
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 22
Physical Description: Towering over most men, with shoulders as broad as the mountains Altan is everything a Tamorjin Man of The Mountains should be. With a chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, brutish brow, and dark eyes he would be considered ruggedly handsome even in the more gentle parts of the world. The only mar of his features is three great scars running down his right eye and cheek from when he was raked by a mighty bears paw.
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Registered: Nov 5, 2018 16:39:57 GMT -8
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Post by Altan of The Qara'Möngke on Jan 14, 2019 18:01:46 GMT -8
The doors to the mead hall bang open as Altan throws them wide. This was partly because he enjoyed making an entrance but mostly because the only doors he had experience with were massive ones that required quite a bit of strength to open. Either way, he slammed the doors hard enough to cause a boom of impact as he ducks his way inside of the space. The place was built for outlanders, which meant for people that were on average more than two feet shorter than Altan. Thankfully the ceiling was high enough for him to stand properly even if he would have to avoid the chandeliers.
It doesn't take him long to locate the registration desk and when he does so he approaches. His gaze sweeping over the room as he does so, taking in the competition. Those who deigned to take notice of him would likely notice his unusual height first, is impressively broad shoulders and muscles second, and the monstrous bear pelt he wore like a cape and necklace of dragon teeth last. When one was meeting new people it was best to leave an impression and wearing the trophies of his most dangerous hunts.
Waiting his turn he would approach the desk to give an accounting of who he was, Altan of the Qara' Mongeke. Where he was from, Toragana from the Tamorjin lands. Why he was there, at the behest of his Khan to participate in the great hunt. His preferred fighting method, glaive, bow, shortswords, and working the strings of the world. Finally, whether he wished to hunt solo or on a team, this was considered for several long moments before he opted to generously allow any outlander who needed assistance to join him, although, he was perfectly fine working by himself if none needed help. After all, he was there to build stronger relationships with outlanders.
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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 Jan 14, 2019 18:13:49 GMT -8
Rudiger was still quite bristly even as Deidra urged him to exercise caution. He had had it up to here, he imagined raising his hand to level with his eyepatch, with Khepri and her constant pricking and prodding and all around badgering. Still he attempted to remain calm, instead focusing on some imagined spot on the wall so he wouldn't be forced to look at the sense of his irritation.
He muttered under his breath as Khepri couldn't help but show off, "And no mention that she wouldn't be able to do that if it wasn't for the help of others." He did raise his voice to be heard by both Roxanne and Khepri the exasperation clear in his tone, "If this is more of your singing magic, please don't make my horse fall asleep. Because this time if you break my leg I will charge my healing bills to you."
He did get a rather niggling idea as Deidra commented that Roxanne and he wanted to be away from Khepri, "Hey Roxanne, you aren't on a team yet, right? Want to join me and Deidra's?"
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 20:24:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Jan 14, 2019 20:48:26 GMT -8
Next entered Krypt, a man with the complexion and colour of ash who walked in not long after Altan. Krypt was a large man, reaching just over seven feet tall with muscles that could make a body builder blush, but even he didn't seem to reach the height of that monstrous figure. A long time ago such a fact would have made the ashkin confrontational to the point of violence to prove his dominance, but now he seemed to have other things on his mind.
He disliked queuing, but did so anyway and even managed to wait for his turn without getting frustrated. It must have been all the people there; the voices and distinct figures distracting him from the boredom of having to stand still. He didn't hide the fact he was sort of.. Staring at people, but his eyes didn't linger on any individual for too long and everyone eventually got their turn. Perhaps what he did was a bad thing, drawing even more attention to himself in a place where his unusually coloured skin, large stature, relative lack of clothing and a complete lack of anything that could resemble a weapon made him stand out anyway.
When he finally reached Kord, the man taking the registrations, he leaned onto the table and over the book and began to tell him what to write in a voice as guttural as he looked. "You may write me down by my alias, Kinzokan the Black. My preferred method of combat is usually to stab my enemy with a spear until I win, however my spear was broken nine days ago when I killed a mountain giant, so you might consider writing instead that I will use my hands. I might also claw or bite, if I need to. You may place me with whatever team you like, but note that I have a bad history of working with others so you might want to consider not doing that."
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Kord Vanskaar
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 44
Physical Description: Large and bulky he could just as well be a smith or a barbarian, and you'll often see him carrying half a cow or a filled bear barrel over his shoulder as it was nothing. His stern face tells about concentration and a life of labor and as the Vanskaar often do, he has shaved his head only one long ponytail remaining that extends down to his shoulder blades. A thick mustache hangs cleverly beneath his nose.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing practical clothes and often nothing on his torso, he needs a practical outfit to being able to do his job properly.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 13:46:59 GMT -8
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Post by Kord Vanskaar on Jan 15, 2019 6:03:54 GMT -8
Alverein would be be met by one of the servants of the Mead Hall and she frowned as he asked for those particular vintages and she scratches her head and shrugged. "I'm afraid we don't, sir, but we have out own Taingaardian vintages - some which are very agreeable if you're interested?" the servant offered Alverein.
Kord suddenly opened his eyes wide when the Tawakoshi party entered. They had been invited before, but the shogun had always declined their offer and thus this was the first time he had seen the recluse Tawakoshi warriors and it was a sight to been and Kord gave a wry smile as one of them approached. He was a severe man as it seemed and Kord instinctively tightened up a bit himself. "Well I bid you welcome, Seijo Ito of Tawakoshi. May luck follow you!" he said as they took care of the formalities - or that he thought. Just as Kord believed he had figured out their culture and was acting appropriately, this other... ehrm... 'guy' turned up. Or at least Kord believed him to be one despite his acting.
"Ah... ahhh welcome mister Taro!" he said and smiled, handing Taro the registration papers to sign. "I think 'the wind' is not bad weapon for The Great Hunt, although if you end up in the mountains, the wind might be against you." Kord commented with a short chuckle. He did not doubt Seijo was a warrior of heart, but this Taro guy seemed a little inexperienced in his mind. "May the luck be in your favor too!" Kord said to Taro.
The next registrant was a huge man that even Kord literally had to look up to. He had made quite an entrance but Taingaard and Vanskaar Mead Hall were prepared for the giants and half giants that lived throughout Taingaard in settlements and often liked to drop by. So both the gate and ceiling were scaled to someone a few feet taller than the regular man and they had chairs for his like too. "Welcome Altan to Taingaard, we are honored that the Khan would send such a mighty warrior to participate in The Great Hunt." Kord said Altan's reputation preceding him. "I will fit you into another group and I wish you the best of luck." Kord said and nodded at the huge warrior.
It seemed brute muscle wouldn't be in short supply this time as another tall warrior made his entrance. People seemed to be at unease around him as he stared a lot at people, but Kord knew that some warriors were like this and if he could direct that intent towards the monsters that roamed the land he would be fine. "Kinzokan the Black it is..." Kord said and wrote his alias. "Stabbing with a spear is no bad tactic!" Kord said and chuckled and was not very surprised to hear that this guy had killed such a for as a giant. "I trust that you'll get along fine among others, just direct that energy towards the enemy, right?" Kord said and smirked although he noted that Altan and Kinzokan might not be the best to throw together in a team.
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Sigrid Torinnsdottir
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 38
Physical Description: Sigrid has braided hair, steel blue eyes though standing 1.7 m tall she isn't among the tallest of the women in Taingaard. She has white/blonde braided hair and decisive facial features.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a leather laced amulet that has been passed down from generation to generation and mostly fur coats and clothes.
Registered: Jul 16, 2018 7:28:14 GMT -8
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Post by Sigrid Torinnsdottir on Jan 15, 2019 6:12:02 GMT -8
Sigrid gave a measured smile and returned the handshake. "Consul Elizabeth Finch, I see." Sigrid said and nodded. "Liz it is, but I'll have to insist that you call me tain Sigrid whenever we are out in public like this." she added. "As I understood from Erik empress Naoki appointed you to participate? I hope you're not doing this lightly, because it's both fun and dangerous business." Sigrid said and smirked. "You intend on bringing the griffin too?" Sigrid asked well aware that it was indeed Liz who owned it.
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