Tala
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Strider
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Strong-willed Tala is of not of considerable height for her kin, but standing at 5’9”, is still taller than most humans. Her long black, untamable mane is dreaded and braided away from her pale face. With a towering, strong form, she has a fine athletic figure after a lifetime of hunting & fighting, with stamina great enough to be able to hike and hunt long distances over a period of days without tiring. Unforgettable watchful, icy-blue eyes that don't miss much.
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Clothes and Equipment: +Fur cloak w/ feathered hood +Face paint
+Light leather armor +Rings of Aegis (Accuracy+)
+Linen tunic and trousers +Claymore (Silver)
+Leather bracers and boots +Scimitar dagger
+Bandaged arms/wrists +Shortbow/Arrows
+Bandaged feet/ankles +Travel pack (misc.)
+Water Skin +Two books (Ask for details)
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Allegiances: The Companions (Company of Mercenaries)
Registered: Aug 6, 2019 14:02:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tala on Nov 13, 2019 21:14:25 GMT -8
"Your charge sends ye on a suicide mission," she explained slowly, but without lacking confidence. Her words weighed heavily as she chose them carefully. Do they think they are the first adventurers seeking treasure and glory in Taingaard? She thought. Taingaard was not merely known for petrifying winters and merciless wildlife. Trolls, witches, and liches were also commonplace. "Hendra is the easiest of these. That can be found anywhere. But there is only one place that nichrome can be found. Witchwood. A cursed place. You will have to negotiate with the witches for the nichrome. I hope you have brought something they will like, else they put a spell on you, and make you theirs." Tala will be letting *them* do the talking. "From the straps of something long dead. Navigating catacombs is no easy matter, let alone dancing with the dead. But yes. If I am to risk my life 'guiding' you to these... materials... that is... my condition."
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
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Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Nov 16, 2019 15:12:33 GMT -8
Kas mouthed that word, "Witchwood." Her brows came together enough that they made a crevasse in her forehead. "We have a bargaining chip. The old priss expected this, though she enjoyed being rather vague. It's a tome created by the Graves family, who were excommunicated from their home for their skills in creating spellbooks. Powerful stuff. Hopefully it'll be enough."
When the talk of catacombs came up, the crevasse deepened further. She looked over to James and asked, "Did the Fletcher give you dead-killing things? She did not outfit me with such things, but you two seem to have a more-" She cracked a smirk, holding back a laugh, "- charitable relationship."
Kas was half-lying. Regina did toss her several pieces of armor, none of which matched, but she did not in Gods name tell her what they did, if anything at all.
Then she had the gall to toss her a small skinning knife, as well!
She was insulted.
"Well, I see what you're saying. Fine. We'll just demand more from Lady Fletcher. It seems we're in deeper water than she led us to believe."
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Tala
Committed
Strider
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Strong-willed Tala is of not of considerable height for her kin, but standing at 5’9”, is still taller than most humans. Her long black, untamable mane is dreaded and braided away from her pale face. With a towering, strong form, she has a fine athletic figure after a lifetime of hunting & fighting, with stamina great enough to be able to hike and hunt long distances over a period of days without tiring. Unforgettable watchful, icy-blue eyes that don't miss much.
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Clothes and Equipment: +Fur cloak w/ feathered hood +Face paint
+Light leather armor +Rings of Aegis (Accuracy+)
+Linen tunic and trousers +Claymore (Silver)
+Leather bracers and boots +Scimitar dagger
+Bandaged arms/wrists +Shortbow/Arrows
+Bandaged feet/ankles +Travel pack (misc.)
+Water Skin +Two books (Ask for details)
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Allegiances: The Companions (Company of Mercenaries)
Registered: Aug 6, 2019 14:02:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tala on Dec 8, 2019 10:04:16 GMT -8
A man emerged from behind the building with three horses. Tala's horse, and one for James and Kasimir, each. Tala spit into her hand and held it out for Kasimir to shake, steadily holding her gaze. "Shake on it."
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Dec 13, 2019 13:22:41 GMT -8
Kasimir did not hesitate. She took Tala's hand and gave it a firm shake.
"Fine then. Deal. Welcome to the troop, Tala. It's going to be quite an adventure." She gave her a daring grin. "Especially after what you've just told me we're getting into. At least it's not going to be a boring trip."
She looked over at James, then back at Tala.
"So where to first?"
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James Lazael Deepwinter
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One of the last sons of the Deepwinter house of old, He is tasked with guarding the family sword.
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean, James is a handsome young man with fair, pale skin, raven hair, and piercing blue eyes. Muscled and scarred from the hard life he has been forced to lead he is willing to face trouble and meet it blow for blow to defend what he has left to call his own.
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Clothes and Equipment: Despite hard times the family has retained some of its wealth and materials. James wears a fine set of clothes, black riding boots, loose grey pants, a dark blue buttoned shirt, black vest, and a dark grey overcoat. A fine cloak hangs from his shoulders, kept in place by a beautiful pin, a ring of blue topaz surrounding a circular piece smoked quartz crystal both set in silver. On his ring is his father’s ring, and his father before him, a beautiful dark iron piece set with one large and four smaller black opals.
At his waist hangs one of his families remaining treasures, Void-dancer, his family’s magical broadsword, once a mighty weapon it’s power is now bound if still present.
On his shoulder hangs his pack and his instrument, a worn but lovingly maintained guitar. Stashed in his pack with traveling gear is a breastplate and various pieces of armor for when the days get grim and the mornings get bloody.
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Allegiances: Negotiable
Player's online availability : Fairly free
Registered: Oct 30, 2018 15:10:14 GMT -8
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Post by James Lazael Deepwinter on Dec 13, 2019 13:31:32 GMT -8
“I say let our guide take us to the most easily obtained. Knowing Lady Fletcher we’ll be too exhausted to get it after we fetch the least easily obtained of her requests.” James drawled with a sigh. This was going to be a fun time.
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Tala
Committed
Strider
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Strong-willed Tala is of not of considerable height for her kin, but standing at 5’9”, is still taller than most humans. Her long black, untamable mane is dreaded and braided away from her pale face. With a towering, strong form, she has a fine athletic figure after a lifetime of hunting & fighting, with stamina great enough to be able to hike and hunt long distances over a period of days without tiring. Unforgettable watchful, icy-blue eyes that don't miss much.
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Clothes and Equipment: +Fur cloak w/ feathered hood +Face paint
+Light leather armor +Rings of Aegis (Accuracy+)
+Linen tunic and trousers +Claymore (Silver)
+Leather bracers and boots +Scimitar dagger
+Bandaged arms/wrists +Shortbow/Arrows
+Bandaged feet/ankles +Travel pack (misc.)
+Water Skin +Two books (Ask for details)
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Allegiances: The Companions (Company of Mercenaries)
Registered: Aug 6, 2019 14:02:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tala on Dec 13, 2019 17:21:15 GMT -8
"Aye," she said, grinning, as Kasimir seemed to have that effect on her, and shaking her hand with a strong grip. "Hendra is the easiest of these to find. I know a place only a few miles from here that has it. Follow me." Tala climbed onto her horse after paying the stable boy and guided it forward and around the other two before breaking into a quick gallop. "And try to keep up."
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James Lazael Deepwinter
Committed
One of the last sons of the Deepwinter house of old, He is tasked with guarding the family sword.
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean, James is a handsome young man with fair, pale skin, raven hair, and piercing blue eyes. Muscled and scarred from the hard life he has been forced to lead he is willing to face trouble and meet it blow for blow to defend what he has left to call his own.
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Clothes and Equipment: Despite hard times the family has retained some of its wealth and materials. James wears a fine set of clothes, black riding boots, loose grey pants, a dark blue buttoned shirt, black vest, and a dark grey overcoat. A fine cloak hangs from his shoulders, kept in place by a beautiful pin, a ring of blue topaz surrounding a circular piece smoked quartz crystal both set in silver. On his ring is his father’s ring, and his father before him, a beautiful dark iron piece set with one large and four smaller black opals.
At his waist hangs one of his families remaining treasures, Void-dancer, his family’s magical broadsword, once a mighty weapon it’s power is now bound if still present.
On his shoulder hangs his pack and his instrument, a worn but lovingly maintained guitar. Stashed in his pack with traveling gear is a breastplate and various pieces of armor for when the days get grim and the mornings get bloody.
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Allegiances: Negotiable
Player's online availability : Fairly free
Registered: Oct 30, 2018 15:10:14 GMT -8
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Post by James Lazael Deepwinter on Jan 11, 2020 18:45:58 GMT -8
James pulled himself into Jasper's saddle. He would have set about placing the barding he carried for the horses protection about the mount but he was sure that speed would likely save their lives more surely then any defense it would offer. With a tap of his feet Jasper was keeping pace with Tala's mount as they wound their way along the path.
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