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 May 23, 2019 17:59:50 GMT -8
'Karl' was indeed of proud stature, standing 16 hands at the withers and with an athletic build and stance under his dun coat to rival any in the Imperial stables. But behind big brown eyes lay an intelligence quite common for most Vorutan stock, one that Rudiger would be well aware of having dealt with his own for so long, and that caused them to be natural born troublemakers. For now he was behaving himself quite well, even nickering when the Tain brushed his black mane.
Rudiger gave a genuinely warm smile at the Tain's enthusiasm, and nodded heartily, "He is well broken to saddle already and would be happiest doing as you suggest... though I do warn you Tain that he will be quite a handful for even the most experienced rider. Fine breeding often brings out both the best and the worst, though the good far outweighs the bad. He is smart, strong, able to think for himself in situations. But he is also stubborn and likes to do things his own way."
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Erik Haldar
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 59
Physical Description: Scarred from battle and with long white hair and beard Erik is marked by life, and his old body is still still very much fit and ready for battle.
Clothes and Equipment: Gold and gems aren't his way of showing off power. Instead you will see him carrying his prized masterwork sword and runed iron ring, the latter which symbolizes the ultimate power in Taingaard. He often wears a fur cape that extends down to his heels, but also adorns himself in plate armor when travelling outside the city walls.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:38:29 GMT -8
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Post by Erik Haldar on May 24, 2019 12:19:00 GMT -8
Looking at the creature the Tain felt almost a connection of souls as its proud eyes met his own.
"A true creature of royalty..." he whispered straigtening his back. "If only my daughter knew how to give meaningful gifts like these!" he chuckled nodding at Rudiger. "But jokes aside! I am truly pleased with this and Karl is a horse that is no doubt destined for glory." he said firmly.
"I'm very sure Karl and I see eye to eye..." Erik responded to Rudiger's words of warning not too concerned about it. "If he's ready to be saddled, he's ready to be ridden. Care to give me a boost?" Erik asked with a glint in his eye intending to show off his rather first class horse handling skill to the foreign statesman. Saddling it first would not in the same way highlight the toughness of the Taingaardian people and he aimed to take it a few times around the courtyard to prove that point for the duke to tell when he came back home.
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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 May 24, 2019 18:21:52 GMT -8
Rudiger was somewhat surprised by how well the stallion was received. Not that he was trying to cheapskate the Tain by giving him inferior horseflesh, he had been assured by the ambassadors that Karl was hand picked by a noble of the Vorutan court, it was just he didn't expect such a frosty people to have an eye for steeds. Hells, he was half convinced they would eat a horse if it couldn't carry on.
Though a skeptical look did cross his face as the Tain asked for a boost up, for a variety of reasons. Namely that even being properly saddled the average destrier was more than a handful, and a Vorutan one even more so. Much less than the reason the Tain had just met Karl, and one shouldn't ride a horse without a full proper introduction. He was about to protest the Tain's plans... but something, somewhere told him it wouldn't do for a diplomat to insult the skills of his host, much less if that Tain was in effect a king.
Instead he nodded as he approached the flanks of Karl, handing the Tain the reins as he clasped his hand together to serve as a step, "As you wish Sir."
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Erik Haldar
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 59
Physical Description: Scarred from battle and with long white hair and beard Erik is marked by life, and his old body is still still very much fit and ready for battle.
Clothes and Equipment: Gold and gems aren't his way of showing off power. Instead you will see him carrying his prized masterwork sword and runed iron ring, the latter which symbolizes the ultimate power in Taingaard. He often wears a fur cape that extends down to his heels, but also adorns himself in plate armor when travelling outside the city walls.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:38:29 GMT -8
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Post by Erik Haldar on May 25, 2019 14:02:04 GMT -8
In Taingaard the abundance of wild game meant that eating horses was a thing reserved for savages and not the common taingaardian. Horses in Taingaard were hardy and strong although perhaps not the fastes nor most agile of races around, but their bulky build meant that they were quite gifted for this sort of climate.
"It might need a little bit of assistance towards shielding it from the cold through its first few winters, but from then on I'm sure this one will have adapted beautifully." Erik commented impressed.
Erik's gaze was unwavering even if Rudiger seemed skeptical and the Tain released a smile when Rudiger obliged. The horse being a bit higher than the horse he normally preferred didn't bother him but meant that he would have to swing the leg a bit higher than usual. It was with a bit of struggle, as he wasn't used to that, but once he made up a grin instantly formed.
"I can get used to this elevated point of view, Duke Mindaugas!" he said keen to get it going. "Come one, Karl, let's get to know e..." the Tain said clapping its neck twice when it abruptly set off sprinting through the garden as if a demon had set upon it. "W-wait..! Not so fast!" Erik shouted doing what he could trying to hold on to its neck and clamping his legs around it to stay upright and he could thank his relative strength and experience that he hadn't instantly been thrown off. But the way the horse zoomed ahead quickly taking a couple of sharp turns it rushed towards one of the larger bushes in the garden and it would seem that it was hell bend on jumping it!
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Adyn Foster
New
Roleplay posts: 6 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Adyn stands at about 5'8" and appears a bit boyish. At first glance many may think she was a rather effeminate young man. She is slender but strong, mostly from working on a farm and in the barns all her life. Her hair is cropped short to keep from getting in her way and she's had one too many instances of horses deciding to chew on her pony tail to bother with having long hair any more. She has a childhood scar that divides her left eyebrow in two from playing in the upper levels of the barn and taking a rather dangerous spill. Despite that instance, clumsy is not a word typically used to describe her.
Clothes and Equipment: Adyn prefer to wear riding or working clothes, nothing too frilly that may get in the way of her working. She always wears and big buckle belt to keep her pants up and so she can easily attach things to her belt loops like a crop or a training whip. At her hip she typically carries a small treat bag for her horses always ready to reward those that deserve it.
Registered: Mar 17, 2019 13:29:23 GMT -8
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Post by Adyn Foster on May 26, 2019 9:10:22 GMT -8
Adyn whistled as she strolled down the paths, enjoying the feeling of the crisp clean air on her skin. For her first trip away from the farm and her family, she quite liked her selection. Taingard seemed to be full of good people, if a bit wary of strangers. But she would be too if a new person suddenly passed through her little village back in Isra. That usually didn't bring the best of consequences. But it felt like a good place to make her start on her own. She just needed to look into getting a room to stay in with the money her family had been amazing enough to scrouge up and then look into finding a jo-
She blinked, stopping in her tracks hearing a wild whinny and a cry. She whipped around in time to see a older man get dumped in a hedge and a beautiful destrier launch over it running like mad. Her instincts kicked in before her mind had even realized as she dropped her knapsack and ran to a nearby bench, jumping onto it swiftly. She watched the horse carefully as it ran for her, making eye contact with him. She crouched in preparation as the horse neared before she sprung and mounted the unsaddled horse with praticed skill. Her thighs gripped the barrel on his chest hard to stabilize herself as she grasped at the flying reigns. With a gentle but firm hand, she pulled back on the reins, pressed her legs on his muscles to force them to relax.
"Whoa boy! Whoa there!" She called to him, getting his attention. He bucked a bit and reeled at his sudden rider, but Adyn had him and wasn't about to let go. She'd brought in many a wild horse in her day and she could tell he was already saddle broken. She kept the pressure as she steered him around easing him into a canter and then a slow walk. "Easy boy, easy. There you go. Where you off to in such a hurry? That's a good boy." She said gently as she finally go him to stop, rubbing his broad neck and mane as she straightened up. The wayward horse just snorted a bit but seemed of a better temperment now.
"That's a good boy. Now c'mon. Let's go check on your master okay? That wasn't very nice you know." She said as she lightly clicked her heels against his flanks and the horse started off again but at a controlled pace back over to where he'd dumped his unfortunate rider.
"Lose something?" She called with a smile as she approached the hedge again, trying not to snort. It happened to even the best riders now and then.
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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 May 27, 2019 12:52:09 GMT -8
Karl was indeed quite spirited. The best stock was to be completely fair, but what the papers failed to mention both about Karališkasis Jauni Elnias and even his father Karališkasis Elnias was how they came by the common name of 'Skewball'. Though he was the favorite of the former Duke, Skewball I was nigh uncontrollable at his best, which was in the fury of the battlefield or the chase of the hunt, and somehow even worst when he was allowed to rest for long periods of time. In short, they were adrenaline seekers of the first and finest order.
So it was only natural that Karl made it known to his new rider the sort of experiences he was bound to deal with. Tain Erik has foregone the saddle, so Karl had to remind him why it was unwise to do so. And if this was indeed to be his new home, it was his duty to inspect it to the best of his abilities, which precluded the jumping of the hedge. How else was one supposed to inspect the realm at large?
Then a perfidious wench had the gall to hop on him! Him! One of the finest bloodlines of the Vorutan stables! And she had even more nerve to not allow herself to be bucked off as he gave her a go around with proper sunfishing, rearing, bucking, jumping, all the works! He let her know exactly what he thought of her as he did, squealing and screaming enough to set most people's hairs on end.
Finally, he tired of the sport. If this was how he was going to be treated then fine, he would go along with this. If only to get this blasted lady off him. Heavenly Horses send a curse upon this mere whelp for causing him such displeasure.
Rudiger's face was slack jawed as he watched Karl take off under great speed. "Oh Hells," he uttered as he stood froze in his spot for a second. Maybe the diplomatic code would've covered him letting Tain Erik know that it wasn't a good idea to ride him after all. He quickly regained his composure, and chased after the pair and managed to watch them take their leap... and him running up to the fallen Tain, "Are you injured Sir?" he asked, worry filling his tone.
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Erik Haldar
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 59
Physical Description: Scarred from battle and with long white hair and beard Erik is marked by life, and his old body is still still very much fit and ready for battle.
Clothes and Equipment: Gold and gems aren't his way of showing off power. Instead you will see him carrying his prized masterwork sword and runed iron ring, the latter which symbolizes the ultimate power in Taingaard. He often wears a fur cape that extends down to his heels, but also adorns himself in plate armor when travelling outside the city walls.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:38:29 GMT -8
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Post by Erik Haldar on May 28, 2019 0:14:49 GMT -8
It was not going to stop, of course it wasn't and Erik braced for the inevitable as the horse jumped the hedge and left the tain falling off it back first into the hedge and rolling backwards down onto the earth. Lying there for a moment with arms spread he sighed deeply looking into the clear sky and pondering his choices, a few curse words parting from his lips. The sudden race and fall had not even cured him from his hangover so when attempting to get up he was fighting both his head and his now sore body - but luckily nothing was broken and he just managed to get to his feet in time for Rudiger to come running to him.
"Yes.. Yes!" the tain said and brushed the dirt off his clothes. "It's a wild one you've given me there - but I can't say I'm displeased. Such horses with that amount of fire in them make prime war and hunting horses, now we just need to get him back...!" his concern put out by the fact that Adyn came riding back on the horse to the tain's great surprise.
"Well, well well..! Would you look at that!" Erik said with a grin and turned to Rudiger. "There's one who can handle a horse!" Erik said and nodded towards Adyn and the horse. "I did indeed lose something, but someone found it and brought it back." Erik commented and rubbed his chin a bit inspecting the... girl? He was briefly surprised but this just intrigued him even more. "So what is your name, brave one?" a smirk appearing in Erik's expression as he wondered if that person knew who he even was?
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Adyn Foster
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 22
Physical Description: Adyn stands at about 5'8" and appears a bit boyish. At first glance many may think she was a rather effeminate young man. She is slender but strong, mostly from working on a farm and in the barns all her life. Her hair is cropped short to keep from getting in her way and she's had one too many instances of horses deciding to chew on her pony tail to bother with having long hair any more. She has a childhood scar that divides her left eyebrow in two from playing in the upper levels of the barn and taking a rather dangerous spill. Despite that instance, clumsy is not a word typically used to describe her.
Clothes and Equipment: Adyn prefer to wear riding or working clothes, nothing too frilly that may get in the way of her working. She always wears and big buckle belt to keep her pants up and so she can easily attach things to her belt loops like a crop or a training whip. At her hip she typically carries a small treat bag for her horses always ready to reward those that deserve it.
Registered: Mar 17, 2019 13:29:23 GMT -8
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Post by Adyn Foster on May 28, 2019 20:56:48 GMT -8
Adyn gave him a winning smile as she swung her leg over to slide down off the wayward horse, reaching into a small pouch to pull out some sugar cubes and peppermint cubes, offering them to the horse. She still had a firm grip on his reigns in case he tried something screwy. "Adyn Foster. And this was no brave feat. It's not like I tried to saddle a bear or the like. This is what I've done all my life. He's a bit rough around the edges, but a good horse. Just needs to learn to get off his high horse." She said teasingly as she rubbed the horses muzzle gently, her hand still open and offering the treats.
"You'll need to spend a bit of time with this one I think, letting him know who's in charge and who's just along for the ride." She mused. She offered his reigns back to his owner once she was sure her was steady.
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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 May 30, 2019 18:18:40 GMT -8
Karl certainly didn't appreciate this little lady to begin with, and now as she began to lecture the Tain and him! Him, for the sake of the Heavenly Horses! as if they were children who had gotten ahead of themselves... well, you could practically see him turning red under his dun and black muzzle. For her trouble as she tried to rub his muzzle he attempted to bite her, striking like a viper with his teeth bared.
Rudiger was about to answer that indeed they needed to get him back, as a horse such as him loose on the population would cause much consternation. Heavenly Horsemen knew how many gardens he would tear up or innocent mares he would turn astray. But it seemed that they were saved the effort by Adyn, to which Rudiger bowed in gratitude, "Thank you Ma'am for securing him. But I doubt that Karl will ever learn who's in charge but himself."
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Adyn Foster
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 22
Physical Description: Adyn stands at about 5'8" and appears a bit boyish. At first glance many may think she was a rather effeminate young man. She is slender but strong, mostly from working on a farm and in the barns all her life. Her hair is cropped short to keep from getting in her way and she's had one too many instances of horses deciding to chew on her pony tail to bother with having long hair any more. She has a childhood scar that divides her left eyebrow in two from playing in the upper levels of the barn and taking a rather dangerous spill. Despite that instance, clumsy is not a word typically used to describe her.
Clothes and Equipment: Adyn prefer to wear riding or working clothes, nothing too frilly that may get in the way of her working. She always wears and big buckle belt to keep her pants up and so she can easily attach things to her belt loops like a crop or a training whip. At her hip she typically carries a small treat bag for her horses always ready to reward those that deserve it.
Registered: Mar 17, 2019 13:29:23 GMT -8
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Post by Adyn Foster on Jun 2, 2019 19:22:23 GMT -8
Adyn snatched her hand away with a good natured chuckle as she switched hands. "Hey, hey. Now that's not very nice. Are you a horse or are you a snapping turtle?" She teased him again, lightly bopping him on the nose. "No treats for you." She said as she tucked away the sugar cubes and turned back to the men.
"It was no trouble really. I think he'll come along though. In his own way. You just gotta make him think it's his idea." She continued, whispering the last part with a small smirk still waiting for the older man to take the reigns back.
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Erik Haldar
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 59
Physical Description: Scarred from battle and with long white hair and beard Erik is marked by life, and his old body is still still very much fit and ready for battle.
Clothes and Equipment: Gold and gems aren't his way of showing off power. Instead you will see him carrying his prized masterwork sword and runed iron ring, the latter which symbolizes the ultimate power in Taingaard. He often wears a fur cape that extends down to his heels, but also adorns himself in plate armor when travelling outside the city walls.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:38:29 GMT -8
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Post by Erik Haldar on Jun 4, 2019 6:46:58 GMT -8
Erik took the reigns and nodded, knowing that her experience was real and not just dumb luck.
"Well you've certainly proved yourself today. I will have to be a bit more careful next time - enthusiasm can get the best of me still." the tain smiled his gaze lingering on Adyn. "I feel like you deserve a reward. A small sack of gold I can certainly give you but..." he said and rubbed his chin with a smirk. "Perhaps your talents are well suited at my stables? You do know what stables I am talking about, don't you?" he asked the young woman raising a brow believing she had still not realized that he was the tain.
"Rudiger, what do you think? Your experience with horses from Voruta must be extensive to say the least - isn't she a talent worth betting on?" Erik expected an honest answer.
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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 Jun 4, 2019 13:29:20 GMT -8
It infuriated Karl that this whelp was so, so... condescending all the time. And that she had the stones to bop him! He wasn't upset about the loss of treats, seeing as they were being offered from her and he wanted nothing associated with her. He was almost grateful when it was the old arrogant bastard that took back the reins. He was far preferable than her, seeing as he at least had the common courtesy to be bucked off when he was wanted to.
Rudiger couldn't help but chuckle at how Karl was being treated. The stallion had been a handful and then some from his first arrival in Isra, and was one of the main reasons he had to leave Bob behind, as having one headstrong destrier was more than enough. On those merits alone he answered, "I believe she would be excellent for the position Tain Haldar."
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Adyn Foster
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 22
Physical Description: Adyn stands at about 5'8" and appears a bit boyish. At first glance many may think she was a rather effeminate young man. She is slender but strong, mostly from working on a farm and in the barns all her life. Her hair is cropped short to keep from getting in her way and she's had one too many instances of horses deciding to chew on her pony tail to bother with having long hair any more. She has a childhood scar that divides her left eyebrow in two from playing in the upper levels of the barn and taking a rather dangerous spill. Despite that instance, clumsy is not a word typically used to describe her.
Clothes and Equipment: Adyn prefer to wear riding or working clothes, nothing too frilly that may get in the way of her working. She always wears and big buckle belt to keep her pants up and so she can easily attach things to her belt loops like a crop or a training whip. At her hip she typically carries a small treat bag for her horses always ready to reward those that deserve it.
Registered: Mar 17, 2019 13:29:23 GMT -8
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Post by Adyn Foster on Jun 4, 2019 19:23:46 GMT -8
Adyn perked up at the mention of working in stables. Looking for work as she was, she hadn't expected to be able to possibly locate a job doing what she loved to do so quickly. At his remark about if she knew what stables he was referring to, her head cocked to the side slightly. Was she supposed to know? Was he some famous horse breeder?
She probably should have done some research into that before arriving. Overhearing their conversation about her fitness for the position, she listened in just in time for the younger man- Rudiger?- to address the man by name. Tain? Tain was weird for a first name. And also wasn't ringing any bells or setting off any alarms. Also who was referred to by their first and last name? Maybe it was a title? She really should have researched the country a little more. But that was her own fault. Any tomes not relating to the care, pedigree and training of horses she didn't really bother reading.
Looking a bit embarrassed cupping the back of her neck with her hand she turned back to the older man- Tain Haldar- with a homely smile. "Ya gotta excuse me sir. I actually just moved here, so I'm not familiar with your stables or you, but I'd love to work there. I'm looking for a job actually."
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Erik Haldar
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 59
Physical Description: Scarred from battle and with long white hair and beard Erik is marked by life, and his old body is still still very much fit and ready for battle.
Clothes and Equipment: Gold and gems aren't his way of showing off power. Instead you will see him carrying his prized masterwork sword and runed iron ring, the latter which symbolizes the ultimate power in Taingaard. He often wears a fur cape that extends down to his heels, but also adorns himself in plate armor when travelling outside the city walls.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:38:29 GMT -8
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Post by Erik Haldar on Jun 5, 2019 5:06:14 GMT -8
The horse seemed somewhat discontent with the whole mess but given the new place and the new people that wasn't very odd - still he had fury enough for two hot blooded horses and though it had snapped at Adyn the tain took a deep breath and stroked its mane calmly.
"Don't be afraid, Karl - you'll do well here." he would speak softly before nodding at Rudiger. "Yes, I believe you're right - if not it will be on me." Erik concluded.
"Are you even from Taingaard?" he asked curiously. "If not you should at least know the fact that I'm the regent of this nation - and everyone interested in horses would strive to work in my stables. To start with you will work from the bottom but in time... who knows, you might become stablemaster." Erik said and grinned. "Anyone who proves themselves for me well be well rewarded for their service." the tain turning to Rudiger. "And so will you - I'm sure the horse is given to me by you to further establish a bond between us and Voruta, and I would very much like to see the trade prosper between Voruta and Taingaard." the tain ensured Rudiger.
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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 Jun 5, 2019 14:34:07 GMT -8
Afraid? AFRAID! Heavenly Horses damn all these heathens to the pits of the deepest hole in existence! He wasn't afraid! He was humiliated and infuriated! And the only damned thing keeping him from running off again was this wench still being near him, and if he was understanding these fools correctly, he would have to deal with her more! He snorted his objections quite clearly, and attempted to pull hard on the reins to at least put some distance between himself and this crazy girl.
Rudiger nodded his appreciation as he took a wide and wise step back from the rather mad horse as he answered, "I would appreciate the prosperity of two great lands being able to combine their resources for a common good; the betterment of their peoples through wealth."
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Adyn Foster
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 22
Physical Description: Adyn stands at about 5'8" and appears a bit boyish. At first glance many may think she was a rather effeminate young man. She is slender but strong, mostly from working on a farm and in the barns all her life. Her hair is cropped short to keep from getting in her way and she's had one too many instances of horses deciding to chew on her pony tail to bother with having long hair any more. She has a childhood scar that divides her left eyebrow in two from playing in the upper levels of the barn and taking a rather dangerous spill. Despite that instance, clumsy is not a word typically used to describe her.
Clothes and Equipment: Adyn prefer to wear riding or working clothes, nothing too frilly that may get in the way of her working. She always wears and big buckle belt to keep her pants up and so she can easily attach things to her belt loops like a crop or a training whip. At her hip she typically carries a small treat bag for her horses always ready to reward those that deserve it.
Registered: Mar 17, 2019 13:29:23 GMT -8
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Post by Adyn Foster on Jun 9, 2019 15:40:08 GMT -8
Adyn's eyes kept going back to Karl, observing him but she tried her best to focus on what he was saying. It wasn't her fault he had such a funny horse. Karl may not be a fan of hers, but she was most assuredly a fan of his. She just needed to work on gaining his trust. Reflexively she went to start rubbing Karl under his jaw as he acted up, rubbing the soft skin there, keeping her fingers carefully out of reach of his teeth. She clicked her tongue softly trying to calm him down before looking back at the Tain. Her mother had always said she had the luck of at least three faeries with her, and it was times like these where she wondered if her mother had really made some deal with the fae for her life.
Working in a noble's stables? Even at a low level? It suited her just fine. She gave the Tain a wider smile and inclined her head towards him. "I beg yer pardon for how casual I've been talking to ya then. Country folk tend to be at a bit of a loss 'cept with horses." She offered by way of apology. "I am regrettably not a citizen here, but I've come across the waters from Isra to strike out on my own from ma family. I'd very much like to work for ya sir and I don't mind much what level it's at so long as I get to work with these beauties here." She said with a bright smile, scratching under Karl's chin.
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Erik Haldar
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 59
Physical Description: Scarred from battle and with long white hair and beard Erik is marked by life, and his old body is still still very much fit and ready for battle.
Clothes and Equipment: Gold and gems aren't his way of showing off power. Instead you will see him carrying his prized masterwork sword and runed iron ring, the latter which symbolizes the ultimate power in Taingaard. He often wears a fur cape that extends down to his heels, but also adorns himself in plate armor when travelling outside the city walls.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:38:29 GMT -8
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Post by Erik Haldar on Jun 10, 2019 9:58:54 GMT -8
"As would I, Mister Mindaugas!" Erik answered boldly continuing to pat the horse with a firm grasp in its reigns by the other hand. "We will arrange trade sometime in the future for sure." he assured Rudiger thinking that if he brought the fiery horse all the way to Taingaard, at least he meant what he said or he wouldn't have gone through such a fuss. "Fiery horses will be a great addition to Taingaard - there are too many loyal steeds here, a bit of spice will be a great addition." he ended and yet again observed the beautiful horse.
"No reason to beg any pardon since you didn't know!" Erik being firm but friendly in his tone. "Isra is an impressive country and I have a great respect for the hard working common people and warriors there. If you believe yourself to feel home in the countryside, I'm quite certain Taingaard is for you. Even our cities have a homely feel to them and we don't fuss too much about the small details." Erik said proudly. "How about as your first task you bring this steed over to its friends and make sure its comfortable in the stables?" Erik proposed.
"Then I will..." Erik said starting to feel his headache again - and on top of that he was sore too now. "I will retreat for other duties." he nodded and smiled looking forward to hitting the bed again. "We will see each other again, Mister Mindaugas!" he said and turned also to Adyn. "And I'm sure once you have this guy saddled..." Erik padded the horse. "I can try and ride him with more success again." the tain grinned and bid them farewell before retreating again.
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Adyn Foster
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 22
Physical Description: Adyn stands at about 5'8" and appears a bit boyish. At first glance many may think she was a rather effeminate young man. She is slender but strong, mostly from working on a farm and in the barns all her life. Her hair is cropped short to keep from getting in her way and she's had one too many instances of horses deciding to chew on her pony tail to bother with having long hair any more. She has a childhood scar that divides her left eyebrow in two from playing in the upper levels of the barn and taking a rather dangerous spill. Despite that instance, clumsy is not a word typically used to describe her.
Clothes and Equipment: Adyn prefer to wear riding or working clothes, nothing too frilly that may get in the way of her working. She always wears and big buckle belt to keep her pants up and so she can easily attach things to her belt loops like a crop or a training whip. At her hip she typically carries a small treat bag for her horses always ready to reward those that deserve it.
Registered: Mar 17, 2019 13:29:23 GMT -8
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Post by Adyn Foster on Jun 16, 2019 11:53:42 GMT -8
Adyn smiled at the older man she took the reigns from him once more. She did think she'd like it here. Especially if the man in charge seemed of such a pleasant disposition. "It'd be my pleasure. He deserves a nice rub down and a meal a think. A good meal and rest typically will set anyone back to rights again." She said as she rubbed the horse on the neck lightly tapping his flank lightly to get him to move along with her. "Pleasure meeting you too, Mister Mindaugas. Safe travels back home." She mused before heading off, watching her horse companion with a careful eye.
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