Julianique Eoflek
New
Diplomat Extraordinaire of the Velmerys Imperium
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 32
Physical Description: Julianique cuts quite the figure, being of noble breed of the Velmerys Imperium. Striking blonde hair flows midway down her back, though it is usually kept in a bun. Her eyes are a dazzling emerald green as if the gem itself were inserted into her eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment:
She wears a formal dress on every occasion. The dresses she wears are enchanted by her House, making them as durable as leather, but of the softest silk imaginable. She carries a bejeweled cavalry saber, but rarely has a use for it. Everything she and her escort would need is carried in their packs.
Julianique has her own horse, a black charger.
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Allegiances: Velmerys Imperium
Registered: Sept 1, 2018 19:29:02 GMT -8
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Post by Julianique Eoflek on Sept 2, 2018 15:05:50 GMT -8
Lady Eoflek, accompanied by the mountainous Captain Gars, were halted in their tracks by the ball of energy sent over to them by the leader of the caravan. Julianique bent at the waist, a smile on her face, cheerful. It seemed the small girl was infectious. Her emerald eyes peered past the girl, then refocused.
"Hello, yes, I am quite interested in this company you keep. I am Lady Eoflek, of the Velmerys Imperium, on a diplomatic mission of sorts. Your caravan is something that has piqued my interest, to say the least." The diplomat said all these things in a voice she'd use on the denizens of a court. "Can you tell me more about it?"
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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 Sept 2, 2018 15:39:02 GMT -8
Deidra smiled as she took the offered hand- well at least most of what she could hold in a firm grip to shake. "I'd be honored to join if you'll have me, oh great Ulag of the Torgana Caravan. I will see about joining and offering my services. If it appears I'm unneeded and I must move on, it was a pleasure to have met you briefly." She gave him a brief smile before Gundulf growled and shifted slightly on her shoulder, pointing out the most direct way to meet the leather clad woman the giant had described. She released his hand giving him a brief wave before she jogged over to the woman swiftly.
"Ho there! May I have a moment?" Deidra called to the woman known as Khulan, raising her hand to grab her attention.
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Conchobar
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: Conchobar stands high among men, at 6'0. His muscled and toned body justifies the hard life he has lived. Dark blue eyes are set upon a fair face, while dark brown locks fall around his head and dance upon his shoulders.
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Clothes and Equipment: Conchobar travels light. A green traveling tabard covers his torso, complimented by brown trousers and traveling boots. Iron-braced leather vambraces protect his wrists. A brown belt around his waist holds the sheathes for his dagger. Around his neck hangs his neck bag, which holds flint for fires.
Slung over his back is a steel longsword and a shield, which he uses in combat.
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Registered: Jan 6, 2018 5:10:07 GMT -8
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Post by Conchobar on Sept 2, 2018 15:56:42 GMT -8
Conchobar, seeing that Khulan and company were setting up shop, decided that this was the best time to seek leisure. Not that the Scout-Rider needed it; he would have been much more comfortable standing vigil over his allies and watching their wares. On the other hand, he could probably do the crew some good by obtaining information, or gaining another ally.
That ally being Aurelia.
Coming down from his horse Conchobar handed the reins off to a caravaneer, “keep him with the others,” he requested. He then approached Aurelia from foot - the lady towering over him - and asked “how about we talk about our experiences over drinks?”
There was a nearby inn - the Crumbling Crone. Some of its patrons had exited in favor of inspecting the Caravan’s goods, and so some of the tables were surely empty. Conchobar motioned for the Monster Hunter to follow him inside. He looked up towards Connall and made a few clicking noises with his mouth, ordering the falcon to warn him of any danger.
The Crumbling Crone was just one of the many rooms connected together that formed Folly, although it was apparent several rooms had been joined together to accomodate a larger space. There was a lower floor occupied by an arrangement of old, wooden tables and chairs, and an upper floor of stone in the back, where the bar and hearth was situated.
The inn was dimly lit, with only a few candles here and there illuminating the space. There was an old musty smell which would not surprise anyone who came into such a place. There were old bookcases stashed with very old books, tomes, and other items - though whether anyone here could read them or not Conchobar was uncertain.
Select meats were being roasted over the fire, tended to by a young lady who also waitressed the tables. Behind the bar itself was an old, tall, thin, grey-headed woman; perhaps she was the Crone?
“Two drinks, if it suits you” Conchobar requested, taking a seat near one of the windows. From here he could keep an eye on the situation outside. Aurelia would be allowed to sit opposite him. Before long the young brought two choice drinks to the guests.
“Would you like anything else?” she asked sheepishly.
“Whatever you have roasting over there,” Conchobar replied. “You, Aurelia?”
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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 Sept 2, 2018 20:23:52 GMT -8
Rudiger leaned forward in his saddle, and offered Evelar his hand, "Sir Rudiger Dornmauer. If you want to point us in the right direction for food and shelter, I'd be much obliged. If you want to join up, I'd ask that woman," he pointed to Khulan, "she's the head of this outfit." Personally, Rudi was very much looking forward to the idea of a warm meal and bed not made out of simply a blanket and his saddle, but he thought it wise to get Khulan's permission before heading off.
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Aurelia Vess
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 40
Physical Description: Aurelia Vess is a tall, lithe woman with pale blue eyes and shoulder-length, pale blonde hair. A bandage is wrapped around her head to cover her left eye, and her fingertips are rough and scarred. She stands at a looming 6'4".
Clothes and Equipment: Aurelia wears a wide-brimmed hat decorated with three crow's feathers, and a black pea coat with a large collar, covering a great deal of her neck. Small animal bones are sewn into her fine leather gloves, of what variety, she does not say. Her signature weapon, Boneflayer, appears to be a weighty longsword at first glance, before she activates the intricate mechanism within to transform the sword into a cruel, far-reaching whip capable of cutting down to the bone.
Player's online availability : As of August 21st, 2018, availability will be mostly daily, although most weekdays will include classes.
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 15:42:06 GMT -8
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Post by Aurelia Vess on Sept 3, 2018 8:54:23 GMT -8
When offered drinks, Aurelia cracked a wry grin. "I would be delighted." As she said this, however, she was looking to the great, bloody sack she was holding in one hand, and tilted her head. She shrugged and retrieved a sack from a bag hung from her belt and placed it inside, hiding the blood. "That'll do for now. The commonfolk here don't much like the sight of blood."
Aurelia observed her surroundings with a keen eye. Her gaze was that of someone who hadn't had someone watch their back in a long time. She thoroughly scanned every nook and cranny they passed for danger. She had been proven wrong when she thought it was safe too many times. She wouldn't be wrong again.
The Crumbling Crone was a quaint place. She enjoyed the balance of light and dark to the place, and, as she did with most of the town, the antiquity. It reminded her much of home. Not where she grew up but where her Order called home. They had settled down in an old temple, its original purpose lost to time, as all things are. From there, they made their weapons, rested, prepared for Hunts, so on, so forth. It was cozy, and it was comfortable. Around the time she had just joined, it was all the young woman could ask for.
"Wine would be lovely, thank you. Red wine." Aurelia sat across from Conchobar with her legs crossed, one atop of the other. Her posture was perfect. Not a hint of slouching, with her shoulders exactly where they should be. A gentleman's- or gentlewoman's, in this case- practiced posture.
She raised her hand in refusal when offered food. "Oh, I mustn't tary long. A farmer is expecting to see this" Aurelia raised the sack. "A drink will do."
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Conchobar
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: Conchobar stands high among men, at 6'0. His muscled and toned body justifies the hard life he has lived. Dark blue eyes are set upon a fair face, while dark brown locks fall around his head and dance upon his shoulders.
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Clothes and Equipment: Conchobar travels light. A green traveling tabard covers his torso, complimented by brown trousers and traveling boots. Iron-braced leather vambraces protect his wrists. A brown belt around his waist holds the sheathes for his dagger. Around his neck hangs his neck bag, which holds flint for fires.
Slung over his back is a steel longsword and a shield, which he uses in combat.
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Registered: Jan 6, 2018 5:10:07 GMT -8
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Post by Conchobar on Sept 3, 2018 10:32:45 GMT -8
When it came to the near-constant observation of their surroundings, Conchobar and Aurelia were alike. Conchobar had traveled all by his lonesome many times before - and such a trait was natural to a scout like himself.
But where Aurelia sat with practiced posture, Conchobar appeared more rugged and comfortable. It wasn’t a slouched, disrespectful, or careless position, but one fitting for a weary traveler like the Scout-Rider.
When the meat was brought over to Conchobar he would thank the young woman and hand over the necessary payment. “Been a while since I’ve had a proper meal,” he informed Aurelia, “and I like to have something on my stomach when meeting new friends.”
Taking his eating utensils the Scout-Rider began to cut pieces of the roasted meat. “So,” he began, “before we get into hunting, why don’t you tell me about yourself?” The question may have seemed strange to ask, but Conchobar was not only looking to inquire about the lady’s skills and abilities, but her personality and background as well. These, he felt, were necessary to know when vouching for her - should he ask her to join the caravan.
As she began to answer he would begin to eat his food… as cleanly as possible, so as to not offend Miss Vess’ otherwise formal conduct.
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Khulan's Caravan
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/thread/3104/toragana-caravan
Registered: Mar 24, 2018 21:19:52 GMT -8
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Post by Khulan's Caravan on Sept 3, 2018 11:02:46 GMT -8
The young girl clasped her hands at her chest, shoulders rising in anticipation. "Oh, can I!" she exclaimed happily. "We're called the Toragana Caravan. We're from a land far to the north, gathered up from several different tribes! We're mostly merchants with..." Sarangerel looked behind her, gesturing to Rudiger and Conchobar, "...a bit of mercenary help. We're always looking for more to join, as well. We will be traveling to the Rahrak mines soon. We are searching for additional help before we get there, however."
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Khulan
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 36
Physical Description: Khulan is nothing short of lean, and though her muscles aren't incredibly large, they are prominent beneath her thick, sun-bronzed skin.
Her face shows her age, as lines have begun to develop around her eyes and streaks of grey run through her dark, thin hair.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khulan is normally seen wearing thick furs and leathers in cold weather and long, plain tunics in warmer weather. Her favorite weapon is a composite recurve bow and a well-made saber.
On her left hand, she often wears a falconry glove. A similar piece of thick leather is fastened onto her shoulder.
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Registered: Dec 8, 2017 14:25:13 GMT -8
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Post by Khulan on Sept 3, 2018 11:15:51 GMT -8
Turning around, Khulan eyed the flaxen-haired knightly sort that approached her. She gave her a nod in acknowledgment and faced her. "I am listening," the caravan leader stated, waiting for Diedra to speak.
Khulan was a woman of few words, but at least every word brought them forward in the conversation.
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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 Sept 3, 2018 13:36:43 GMT -8
Deidra's eyes skimmed over the other woman quickly, sizing her up as she walked up to her. She pressed her hand over where her heart lied and gave her a bow quickly. "Good morrow. I'll get to the point quickly as you seem busy. I'm in need of something to do for a while. Your company, the one by the name of Ulag, suggested I ask you if I care to join. I'm quite decent with a sword and used to labor as well as willing to offer a good set of eyes to watch over your load." She asked as she shifted to sit in her hip. "What say you?"
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Aurelia Vess
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 40
Physical Description: Aurelia Vess is a tall, lithe woman with pale blue eyes and shoulder-length, pale blonde hair. A bandage is wrapped around her head to cover her left eye, and her fingertips are rough and scarred. She stands at a looming 6'4".
Clothes and Equipment: Aurelia wears a wide-brimmed hat decorated with three crow's feathers, and a black pea coat with a large collar, covering a great deal of her neck. Small animal bones are sewn into her fine leather gloves, of what variety, she does not say. Her signature weapon, Boneflayer, appears to be a weighty longsword at first glance, before she activates the intricate mechanism within to transform the sword into a cruel, far-reaching whip capable of cutting down to the bone.
Player's online availability : As of August 21st, 2018, availability will be mostly daily, although most weekdays will include classes.
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 15:42:06 GMT -8
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Post by Aurelia Vess on Sept 3, 2018 14:35:15 GMT -8
Aurelia raised a rakish eyebrow when she was asked to talk about herself. Not something she did often, as she didn't care to be the type who wallowed in what tragedies were beset upon her. Tragedies were what she dealt in. The Order was founded on the concept of be-ridding the world of the tragedies Beasts left in their wake, and it ended in a tragedy. The kind of tragedy each member swore to prevent. It was a disappointment, really. She took a sip of wine, and grinned. "Very well. As you already know, I hunt Beasts. I've been at it for, oh, twenty-four years, now. Twenty, excluding the years I spent in training. I was a member of the Order. You wouldn't have heard of it, we were nary spoken of." She brought the glass back up to her lips for another sip. "I'm the last of them, now."
She gently set her glass down on the table as she unbuckled Boneflayer's sheathe from her belt. She set it on the table in front of her, for Conchobar to see. "This, is Boneflayer. The last of its kind." As she spoke its name, she gingerly ran her finger across the sheathe, caressing it, almost. "Not just in sentiment but in design, as well. The Order made beautiful weapons in its workshop. Mechanical masterpieces. They were all buried with their bearers, where they belong. Except for this one, which was given to me when my training was complete." As the words left her mouth, Aurelia was caught in a brief reverie. Had it really been twenty years? Time really did move quickly.
"But, I digress. You didn't ask about the blade. I don't often speak of myself. I like to think I get along harmoniously with others, and I've plenty of experience in fighting. Enough that I could even teach a thing or two, if need be." Aurelia returned the sheathed blade back to her belt and resumed to sip from her wine. "What of you?"
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Julianique Eoflek
New
Diplomat Extraordinaire of the Velmerys Imperium
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 32
Physical Description: Julianique cuts quite the figure, being of noble breed of the Velmerys Imperium. Striking blonde hair flows midway down her back, though it is usually kept in a bun. Her eyes are a dazzling emerald green as if the gem itself were inserted into her eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment:
She wears a formal dress on every occasion. The dresses she wears are enchanted by her House, making them as durable as leather, but of the softest silk imaginable. She carries a bejeweled cavalry saber, but rarely has a use for it. Everything she and her escort would need is carried in their packs.
Julianique has her own horse, a black charger.
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Allegiances: Velmerys Imperium
Registered: Sept 1, 2018 19:29:02 GMT -8
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Post by Julianique Eoflek on Sept 3, 2018 17:10:46 GMT -8
Julianique and Captain Gars looked to where the girl gestured towards, both nodding along as she spoke. "You are looking for more help?" Lady Eoflek asked rhetorically, "My men and I are more than capable of lending a helping hand to your Caravan." She paused, lacing her fingers in front of her. "And, Toragana, from the north? Why Velmerys is to the north! So north, in fact, that it touches the sea."
Lady Eoflek touched the arm of Gars, leaning over to him. "Tell your men we are accompanying the Caravan. I'll handle everything else with their leader, you just get them prepared." Gars nodded at her orders, turning away to follow them out. Smiling, she turned back to the girl. "Consider your additional help found."
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Khulan's Caravan
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/thread/3104/toragana-caravan
Registered: Mar 24, 2018 21:19:52 GMT -8
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Post by Khulan's Caravan on Sept 7, 2018 21:10:16 GMT -8
"And Toragana lies beyond the sea! At least one, that is. We're... not really sure how far we are. We just know it's far enough that no mention of our home has even been whispered in these lands," Sarangerel explained in many more words than Khulan would have used, which is why the girl was always sent off to the curious types. Thankfully, the knight-errant and the diligent scout had also taken up the job of relaying information. Useful, those two were. Very useful.
The young woman clapped joyfully at Julianique's announcement. "Oh, really? What news! Did you hear, Auntie Khula-" She whipped around, only to cut her sentence short. The caravan leader was already speaking to another knightly woman, but Sarangerel knew how these things went.
Turning back to the stately woman, she smiled. "My aunt is preoccupied momentarily, but her conversations are short. She will assess you in a moment. I do not see any reason for her to turn you down!"
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Khulan
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 36
Physical Description: Khulan is nothing short of lean, and though her muscles aren't incredibly large, they are prominent beneath her thick, sun-bronzed skin.
Her face shows her age, as lines have begun to develop around her eyes and streaks of grey run through her dark, thin hair.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khulan is normally seen wearing thick furs and leathers in cold weather and long, plain tunics in warmer weather. Her favorite weapon is a composite recurve bow and a well-made saber.
On her left hand, she often wears a falconry glove. A similar piece of thick leather is fastened onto her shoulder.
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Registered: Dec 8, 2017 14:25:13 GMT -8
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Post by Khulan on Sept 7, 2018 21:17:26 GMT -8
As she spoke, Deidra would observe that she was being thoroughly scrutinized by the leather-skinned woman. The way she spoke, the way she stood, the words she chose: it was as though nothing went by the caravan leader's notice, even in that short time.
Lifting her chin gently, Khulan nodded. "You are hired," she told Deidra, just before dropping a large crate filled with supplies into the knight's arms. "You begin by helping us set up."
No sooner had this happened did Ulag's roaring laughter shake the air around them. It was so deep it shook their bones. "Put to work without a second to think!" he roared.
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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 Sept 8, 2018 8:34:12 GMT -8
Deidra blinked before she scrambled to catch the box before it hit the ground, not expecting it to be so easy. She couldn't help but give a small laugh as Ulag did and she shifted the box-hoisting it up on her shoulder easily to leave her other hand free to do other things. "Well, thank you for your trust. I hope not to betray it." She said honestly before looking around. "Where do you want this to go then?" She asked eager to get to work as there appeared to be a lot that needed to be done to set up.
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Conchobar
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: Conchobar stands high among men, at 6'0. His muscled and toned body justifies the hard life he has lived. Dark blue eyes are set upon a fair face, while dark brown locks fall around his head and dance upon his shoulders.
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Clothes and Equipment: Conchobar travels light. A green traveling tabard covers his torso, complimented by brown trousers and traveling boots. Iron-braced leather vambraces protect his wrists. A brown belt around his waist holds the sheathes for his dagger. Around his neck hangs his neck bag, which holds flint for fires.
Slung over his back is a steel longsword and a shield, which he uses in combat.
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Registered: Jan 6, 2018 5:10:07 GMT -8
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Post by Conchobar on Sept 9, 2018 6:58:00 GMT -8
Conchobar listened to what Aurelia had to say with piqued interest. “No,” he would say, “I would not have heard of it. My home is far away, shrouded in ancient mists, and we know little of the outside world.” The Scout-Rider took a great interest in ‘the Order’ and their crusade against Beasts; the mention of this lost brotherhood intrigued him the most. That Aurelia was still dedicated to a forgotten order was honorable.
“Aye,” he would reply as she described Boneflayer, “it’s quite a weapon.” Indeed, the Scout-Rider observed the weapon, visibly impressed. “A weapon is an extension of its master,” he explained as she digressed, “its story is as much Boneflayer’s as it is yours.” Conchobar could only imagine what other weapons the Order had produced.
Conchobar took a swig of his drink and would reply to Aurelia’s own inquiry.
“As I said, my homeland is far, far away from here- shrouded in mists and fogs that have cost many a man his life in the surrounding seas. It is a rainy, wet, emerald isle of forests, bogs, mountains, and fields. We are ruled by Kings, who enforce the law with their Warriors, and who are guided by the magical Druids. As for myself, I once led a band of brothers known as the Fianna. We traveled the land and brought justice to ne’er-do-wells and safeguarded our homes against would-be tyrants and invaders.”
Conchobar took another swig of his drink. “But alas, those days are long past. The fate of the Fianna, and thus of my homeland, is unknown to me. Perhaps I will return, or perhaps not. Only time will tell.”
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Aurelia Vess
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 40
Physical Description: Aurelia Vess is a tall, lithe woman with pale blue eyes and shoulder-length, pale blonde hair. A bandage is wrapped around her head to cover her left eye, and her fingertips are rough and scarred. She stands at a looming 6'4".
Clothes and Equipment: Aurelia wears a wide-brimmed hat decorated with three crow's feathers, and a black pea coat with a large collar, covering a great deal of her neck. Small animal bones are sewn into her fine leather gloves, of what variety, she does not say. Her signature weapon, Boneflayer, appears to be a weighty longsword at first glance, before she activates the intricate mechanism within to transform the sword into a cruel, far-reaching whip capable of cutting down to the bone.
Player's online availability : As of August 21st, 2018, availability will be mostly daily, although most weekdays will include classes.
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 15:42:06 GMT -8
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Post by Aurelia Vess on Sept 9, 2018 15:34:57 GMT -8
Aurelia grinned warmly as Conchobar described his past occupation. Lawbreakers, of the darker variety, at least, were beasts of their own kind. She could respect those who hunted them, as she hunted hers. "An honourable duty," she complimented with a warm smile. She took some interest in the rider's home country. It was odd she didn't speak of its name, but based on the fact Beasts were an unfamiliar phenomenon to him, she would have no reason to visit. Then again, Beasts seemed to be an unfamiliar phenomenon to a great many people. She would have to ask more about his home, at a later date. Just to check.
She took another sip of wine, and found her attention brought back to the great sack resting by her feet. "I suppose I should tell you this sod's tale of woe now, shouldn't I?" She smirked at the bag before bringing her attention to Conchobar. "In the bag is the head of a Lycan. Not just a Werewolf. Werewolf implies there's at least a shred of humanity left in the poor thing." She sipped her wine. "No. This sod was long gone, well before I found him."
"A great, giant wolf of a beast. Had to be, oh, my height and half again, with more teeth in its mouth than you have bones in your body. It had taken one of the local farmer's livestock as a little midnight snack, and I sneaked upon it as it was tearing to poor thing apart." She finished her wine and chuckled a bit. "If it possessed a shred of intelligence, however, it wouldn't have been the farmer hiring me, rather it would be whoever was in charge. The farmer and his family would have been torn to shreds in their sleep, along with their livestock. No, it was too far gone."
"This Beast had gone blood-mad. Which makes them... unpredictable. Even with the upper hand, the fight was a long one. The sure-fire way to disable it was to shred to the bone. Boneflayer is good at that, always was. Underneath the blade itself is a very complex mechanism, that when activated, turns the blade to a whip. It digs into the flesh and holds on tighter than any man could grip. It was always wondrous to watch the Tinker's pieces at work." Aurelia seemed to be caught in a brief reverie, remembering times long past. The Tinker was a brilliant, if slightly unstable, woman. She armed the Hunters with a wide manner of incredible weapons. Boneflayer among them. The woman's brilliance was wasted on the last generation of Hunters. This was probably Aurelia's greatest frustration back in those days.
"The Beast's hide was thick. It took a few good hits with Boneflayer to truly reveal the bone. Once it was done, however..." Aurelia raised a gloved hand, enough for Conchobar to see bones attached to the back of her fingers. She raised her other hand above it and gently waved her fingers. The bones then began to warp and grow in an unpredictable manner. Sometimes they formed into spiky outcroppings, or into large, blunt growths, or even both. "I use my Osteomancy to warp the bone enough to disable them."
This time, she grinned wickedly. "It takes some time, but it gets the job done."
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Julianique Eoflek
New
Diplomat Extraordinaire of the Velmerys Imperium
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 32
Physical Description: Julianique cuts quite the figure, being of noble breed of the Velmerys Imperium. Striking blonde hair flows midway down her back, though it is usually kept in a bun. Her eyes are a dazzling emerald green as if the gem itself were inserted into her eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment:
She wears a formal dress on every occasion. The dresses she wears are enchanted by her House, making them as durable as leather, but of the softest silk imaginable. She carries a bejeweled cavalry saber, but rarely has a use for it. Everything she and her escort would need is carried in their packs.
Julianique has her own horse, a black charger.
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Allegiances: Velmerys Imperium
Registered: Sept 1, 2018 19:29:02 GMT -8
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Post by Julianique Eoflek on Sept 14, 2018 18:32:58 GMT -8
As the Velmerian Doppelsoldners packed their kits away, Julianique approached the leader of the caravan. Not before patting the small girl on the shoulder, offering her a 'thank you for your help.' Lady Eoflek laced her fingers together behind her back, glancing idly around as she waited her turn. If politicking had taught her anything, it was patience.
"Hello, Khula-" She twisted her face incredulously, now realizing the little girl hadn't said the leader's name. "Leader of the Toragana Caravan, I am Julianique Eoflek, a diplomat of the Velmerian Empire. I spoke with the little one, and she mentioned you are tight on armed protection." She paused, only for a second. "A mage and four Velmerian warriors offer their services."
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Evelar
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: Height: 6'5
His elven blood is evident from his tall and borderline lanky form.
He has straight black hair he keeps shoulder length and sometimes ties up.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a black cloak lined with fur and fastened with a glinting red stone. A leather belt with many bulging pouches is fastened around his waist.
Weapon of choice is his halberd named Guinmeir that he wields both as a staff or as an axe depending on the situation.
Registered: Aug 15, 2018 6:43:14 GMT -8
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Post by Evelar on Sept 14, 2018 18:50:10 GMT -8
Evelar firmly shook the extended hand. “An honor to meet you and your company Sir Dornmauer. If you head straight along the road with these dark green vines and make a left at the ruined church there is an inn called the Crumbling Crone. They have good food and don’t ask prying questions of travelers.”
He gave a short bow to Rudiger, “I hope I will be spending more time with you soon. I am going to talk to your leader, and see what she has to say about me joining your company.”
As Evelar headed towards the commanding woman on her steed, he hoped that Rudiger and his farewell was temporary. He seemed like a solid hardworking, down to earth fellow. He appreciated that, and would like to chat with him more on a later date, about that animal of his for instance.
Evelar walked into earshot of the woman in charge, she was addressing a young woman in armor and had just dropped a heavy crate into her arms. Now was that a good sign or a bad sign for him? The booming laugh that shook the earth after the leader had dropped the knight the crate scared him, although he tried to pretend like he didn’t start at the sound. The sound came from a man much, much taller than he was, which was rare. It seemed there was a whole motley of company at the caravan. He spotted someone who was definitely a noble, a cheerful woman who barely came up to the giant man’s kneecaps. He turned his attention back again to the woman sitting confidently on her horse.
As he was about to approach their leader the noble lady began talking to her. Guess he would have to wait. He turned again to the the beast of a man who had let out such a booming laugh. "Ho there, that is some laugh you have. I'm not used to people being taller than me. Are you a giant sir? Where do you hail from?"
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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 Sept 14, 2018 19:41:47 GMT -8
Rudiger gave a nod of thanks to Evelar, and was about to turn his horse to talk to Khulan, but he saw she was rather busy with a whole line of people stretching out behind her. Then he spotted the familiar shock of blonde hair and the decorative wolf head pauldron.
Dismounting, he led Bob over to her by the reigns, giving her a rather sarcastic smile as he asked Khulan, without truly wanting an answer, "And you really trust this cretin to guard the caravan? I swear, she's downright useless! She only killed a Peryton on her own, then left me with all the gold for the village's reward! Of course, the only noble thing to be done was to return it to the villagers."
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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 Sept 14, 2018 20:34:36 GMT -8
Deidra paused hearing a familiar voice from behind her and she turned around still balancing the crate of her shoulder. Gundulf gave a soft growl to help her adjust her sights and she spotted the familiar man with his faithful companion. At his tone and disposition, as well as a hint from Gundulf, she pieced together his identity.
"Rudiger?" She asked slowly before a slight smile curved on her lips and she held out a hand to give his a firm shake. "I can't pretend I expected to see you here. And just for the record, that gold was yours, fair and square. You tracked the beast single handedly. All I did was take it down." She chuckled softly at that regarding him as an old friend and ally. "It's good to see you again. I am sorry for running out on you, but you wouldn't just accept the gift." She shifted the crate on her shoulder, it riding up uncomfortably with her armor. She started to walk backwards towards where Gundulf advised her was the best place to set supplies near the setting up of camp.
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