Chinua
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 22
Physical Description: Chinua stands at about 5'5" which sets her on par with many of the tallest men in the village. She also has the physique of a man as well as she commonly was found training and brawling with the other boys. She is muscular and powerful though not overtly as as her strength is honed for her bow. She has rather wild jet black hair and keen piercing ebony eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: She is not seen outside of the rather traditional armor she wears and furs of her first few kills. She has several piercings as well as ceremonial tattoos. Very rarely is she seen without her recurve bow strung in hand or slung against her back. She also carries a concealed short sword in case of close combat.
Allegiances: Tengerii Shiire, her village; Her family; Herself
Player's online availability : When poked ^-^
Registered: Nov 25, 2018 16:53:03 GMT -8
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Post by Chinua on Dec 1, 2018 22:19:25 GMT -8
Tengerii ShiireJust at the northern extent of the lands ruled by the terrifying Tamorjin tribe, the rolling fields rise up to the skies before leveling off to reveal the small village of Tengerii Shiire amongst the other geologic wonders. The sparse grasslands retreat as one makes the rather perilous climb up to the top of the plateau. Only those of the small village of hunters and farmers know of the hidden paths up to their ancient home. Despite the rather infertile soils surrounding the village, this village has found good luck with the rich moist soil from the rather constant rains. They fill the basin carved into the flat top of their plateau and provide for the crops. Houses are raised up on stilts to keep from filling with excess water from the frequent small storms and keep the homes cool and pest free during the day. The village is a small one, where all who grow there know, care and aid their neighbors in their times of need. Primarily, the village is of elderly folk and young children, only a few grown men and women amongst the number. It is a warm place, filled with generous, genuine people simply wishing to live in peace among each other. Decisions are made collectively and all stand on equal footing with each other. Though a peaceful people there are few who are trained in combat. Their skills are far more suited to hunting to provide for their village as the trained archers are unmatched in their ability, honed from years of stalking prey in the plains. They are rather wary of strangers as their community is so close knit but will never turn someone in need away, so welcome and partake of the bounty of the earth.
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Tayang
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 20
Physical Description: Tall, lithe, and athletic, Tayang shows traces of his father's heritage while striking a closer resemblance to his mother. Much like other Women of the Field, his skin has a golden tint to it, darkening considerably during the summer.
He has very feminine facial features, though his build is quite masculine. He's nowhere near as muscular as his father, but he is not lacking.
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Clothes and Equipment: Tayang never was fond of the overly colorful clothing and superfluous amounts of jewelry that his sister is so fond of. He keeps a rather conservative appearance, wearing dark sets of clothing that keep him mobile, but warm.
He is often seen with a recurve bow and a quiver filled with arrows. Tayang also carries a saber befitting of the crown prince, studded with jewels and crafted by skilled artisans.
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Allegiances: Tamorjin
Registered: Nov 24, 2018 21:09:10 GMT -8
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Post by Tayang on Dec 2, 2018 21:55:29 GMT -8
The village was ash.
Buildings that once stood tall, keeping its people dry and warm from the flood waters below, were burned and crushed below the heavy boots of a young conqueror.
He made his way through the wreckage, studying the blackened patch of land and the giants that surrounded him, sticking limp bodies to spears that were then secured into the ground. It was hard to believe that he had wrought such destruction with his own two hands, leading a small group of men to secure the peaceful valley. Though it was not his first kill, it was his first raid. He never heard the screams of children and saw the frailness of age on the battlefield, which made this experience so much more different. He wondered how his fathered managed. Perhaps it was just something to get used to.
Steeling himself, the young pillager followed his men to the center of the village, where prisoners were being held. Most of them were women, a few others men who had surrendered themselves when their allies fell. Some were children... but so few, so few.
The young man knelt in front of one of the prisoners- a young woman who was no older than himself- and furrowed his brow. Her eyes were aimed at the dirt, figure slumped, hands tied behind her back. He pressed a hand against her forehead, forcing him to look at her.
"What is your name?" he demanded, though his voice was far too soft for a warrior. When the girl's brown eyes locked onto him, she found herself surprised. In front of her stood a man adorned in fine furs and jewels, his face young and handsome. He was nothing like the monsters surrounding him, who were towering and ugly, faces twisted by rage and scarred from past battles. Even so, she was not betrayed by his pretty face. If he was with them, he was also a monster.
She spat in his face.
Not a moment later, a boot met hers. The girl smashed into the mud, face pressed into the water. As she struggled to breathe, the young man raised a hand and pushed away the assailant. "Leave her. Leave her!" he hissed. His orders were obeyed without question, allowing him to reach down and pick the girl up. She spluttered and coughed, heaving mud out of her throat. The conqueror sighed.
"Clean her up. Feed her. All of them. We bring them back to Dzhambul tomorrow! Prepare for the journey!"
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Chinua
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 22
Physical Description: Chinua stands at about 5'5" which sets her on par with many of the tallest men in the village. She also has the physique of a man as well as she commonly was found training and brawling with the other boys. She is muscular and powerful though not overtly as as her strength is honed for her bow. She has rather wild jet black hair and keen piercing ebony eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: She is not seen outside of the rather traditional armor she wears and furs of her first few kills. She has several piercings as well as ceremonial tattoos. Very rarely is she seen without her recurve bow strung in hand or slung against her back. She also carries a concealed short sword in case of close combat.
Allegiances: Tengerii Shiire, her village; Her family; Herself
Player's online availability : When poked ^-^
Registered: Nov 25, 2018 16:53:03 GMT -8
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Post by Chinua on Dec 2, 2018 22:53:16 GMT -8
Chinua had a content smile on her face as her eyes sat lazily half shut, listening idly to her companions guttural cheery voices as they finished the last leg of their return journey back home to their village. It had been a successful hunt- that much was apparent by the heavy sled that scraped along behind the yak that she lay on comfortably. Three clean kills with three arrows had been her contribution to the hunt, much to her companion's chagrin as they fumbled with their bows ultimately scaring off their prey on more than one occasion.
She didn't mind though, she lived for the hunt and to provide for her village and that was all that mattered. Her bow lay across her stomach comfortably, notched just in case any passing vulture got any ideas about picking at their prizes. They had long ago learned not to mess about with the hunting party so long as Chinua was around, though. The thought made the smile on her face grow wider as she settled in more comfortably on the yak, the traveling song lulling her into a daze... that was until, the song began to fade slowly. Her right eye opened a crack, looking over at the man to her right, her brow cocked. He was staring at something ahead of them.
"...Hey... Where is all that smoke from?" Came another voice to her side- it was her younger brother, Bataar, who had accompanied her on his first hunt. He finally broke the silence that had settled over the group. A cold hand of dread wrapped around her heart as she heard him and her eyes instantly shot open as she sat up and turned, prompting the yak below her to amble to stop as the rest of the party did.
It was hard to tell but just barely if one had eyes sharp enough, one could still see a dense plume of smoke rising up to the sky from where she knew their village to rest. None of their campfires were ever so strong to send up a cloud that large of smoke. Silence settled over the group as they all stopped to stare at the smoke cloud. That was until Chinua couldn't take it anymore and burst into motion.
She sprung from her seat on the yak, grabbing her quiver of arrows and strapping it on as she let out a sharp whistle as she started off at a sprint. Her horse responded immediately, bucking off her brother who she had let ride for the journey back, following after her.
"Ooof!" Bataar cried out as he hit the ground suddenly only to roll over his eyes wide as he watched his sister mount her horse still sprinting. "Chinua?! Where are you-!"
"I'm going ahead to the village! You and the others- go to the next village and wait until I send for you! Jochi, Gerel, follow behind me at half pace!" She called back to them. The party was made up entirely of young men- they barely counted as such they were so young. She wouldn't allow anything to happen to them, nothing more than what could have already happened.
She didn't let that consume her though as she spurred her horse onwards, ignoring the shouts from behind her, calling for her to return. She merely leaned lower to drive her faster towards their home. She just prayed she wasn't so late, even rushing would do them no good.
By the time Chinua reached the hidden pass up to the village, the sun had already begun to set. Her horse was panting from the exertion, but the loyal beast held up till they made it to the entrance. Chinua steered her stead towards where she knew a water hole was hidden, the run off from the top of the plateau dripping into the basin at the bottom. She quickly brought her to the water and dismounted nudging her forward to drink, but as her horse dipped down to take a sip, she suddenly whinnied and bucked back, pulling and refusing. Chinua's eyes widened in confusion as she tried to calm her.
"What's wrong with you? It's just-" The words died in her throat as she turned to take a closer look at the water. Or more aptly, what was floating there. A man, face down, bloated and floating in the pool she and her brother had played in as children till their mother scolded them and told them to get away from the entrance. His blood stained the once crystal clear water, a deep red. But the water was far too red to have only been polluted by his blood.
Chinua didn't try to fish his body from the water. She didn't try to think too hard about who the body could've belonged to. She didn't even try to calm her horse as a blind rage overtook her and she took her bow from her back and turned with a deadly precision and sprinted fleetly up the mountain pass, ignoring all that stood in her way. Her blood ran cold as she passed more unidentified bodies of men on the pass, but her steps never falter as her grip tightened on her bow as she reached the crest of the plateau and saw...
Nothing. Nothing but ash, blood and death. And... the demons that caused it.
She watched in abject horror as a creature impaled the still body woman who had always snuck her treats from childhood onto a fixed spear to join the others that already had been placed. Her blood that had chilled suddenly burned hotter than she could have ever thought possible as with practiced ease, she drew an arrow, notched it and pulled back her bow string. Even through bleary eyes, her aim was as true as always and never faltered as she took her first shot. The man closest to her turned hearing the twang of her bow, just in time for the arrow to sink into its home, straight through his right eye, sinking into his brain, killing him instantly.
Chinua had never killed a man, had never had any desire to but the weight of action hardly fazed her as she turned from the man who crumpled to the ground, taking aim at another who whipped around at the sound of a body falling. Another arrow flew and another body hit the ground. She didn't even stop to process how outnumbered she was- how even with her aim, she didn't have enough arrows in her quiver to take them all down. She just turned, set her aim and released.
Distantly she could hear someone screaming, and it wasn't until the third body hit the ground did she realize it was her.
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Tayang
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 20
Physical Description: Tall, lithe, and athletic, Tayang shows traces of his father's heritage while striking a closer resemblance to his mother. Much like other Women of the Field, his skin has a golden tint to it, darkening considerably during the summer.
He has very feminine facial features, though his build is quite masculine. He's nowhere near as muscular as his father, but he is not lacking.
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Clothes and Equipment: Tayang never was fond of the overly colorful clothing and superfluous amounts of jewelry that his sister is so fond of. He keeps a rather conservative appearance, wearing dark sets of clothing that keep him mobile, but warm.
He is often seen with a recurve bow and a quiver filled with arrows. Tayang also carries a saber befitting of the crown prince, studded with jewels and crafted by skilled artisans.
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Allegiances: Tamorjin
Registered: Nov 24, 2018 21:09:10 GMT -8
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Post by Tayang on Dec 4, 2018 16:23:11 GMT -8
He didn't even think to turn around until he heard that blood-curdling wail.
Every hair on his body stood on end as he faced their assailant, eyes landing on the harrowing picture of desperation and rage encompassed within a lone warrior. That most of the village was dead did not matter anymore.
Acting swiftly, the young conqueror yelled for a wicker shield, which was supplied by one of the warriors at his side. Using it, he pushed forward and pulled his saber, rushing the crazed attacker with the shield at his front.
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Chinua
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 22
Physical Description: Chinua stands at about 5'5" which sets her on par with many of the tallest men in the village. She also has the physique of a man as well as she commonly was found training and brawling with the other boys. She is muscular and powerful though not overtly as as her strength is honed for her bow. She has rather wild jet black hair and keen piercing ebony eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: She is not seen outside of the rather traditional armor she wears and furs of her first few kills. She has several piercings as well as ceremonial tattoos. Very rarely is she seen without her recurve bow strung in hand or slung against her back. She also carries a concealed short sword in case of close combat.
Allegiances: Tengerii Shiire, her village; Her family; Herself
Player's online availability : When poked ^-^
Registered: Nov 25, 2018 16:53:03 GMT -8
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Post by Chinua on Dec 4, 2018 21:50:40 GMT -8
Chinua felt as if she had completely abandoned all sense of reasoning as she strung another arrow on her bow, choking back sobs as her eyes searched wildly for another target. The movement-the charge towards her was enough to draw her attention to him. This one seemed different than the others she had felled with her arrows. But they were all demons, the same. They had destroyed her entire world. Her family, her home, and now they even had twisted her being forever.
She of course noticed the shield but she couldn't find it in herself to care as she moved with practiced ease, pulling two arrows from her quiver. She notched the first and aimed low for his legs that were unprotected by the shield. Just heartbeats later, another arrow was set loose, aiming at mid height, premptively predicting that he'd shield his legs then straighten to catch his footing to encounter her arrow. Judging the lightness of her quiver, she knew she was running low on arrows, she had planned to make more after the hunting trip but....
Another spike of anger shot through her as she reached and sought out another arrow, hoping to loose another shot before he was upon her, in case he dodged.
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Tayang
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 20
Physical Description: Tall, lithe, and athletic, Tayang shows traces of his father's heritage while striking a closer resemblance to his mother. Much like other Women of the Field, his skin has a golden tint to it, darkening considerably during the summer.
He has very feminine facial features, though his build is quite masculine. He's nowhere near as muscular as his father, but he is not lacking.
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Clothes and Equipment: Tayang never was fond of the overly colorful clothing and superfluous amounts of jewelry that his sister is so fond of. He keeps a rather conservative appearance, wearing dark sets of clothing that keep him mobile, but warm.
He is often seen with a recurve bow and a quiver filled with arrows. Tayang also carries a saber befitting of the crown prince, studded with jewels and crafted by skilled artisans.
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Allegiances: Tamorjin
Registered: Nov 24, 2018 21:09:10 GMT -8
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Post by Tayang on Dec 7, 2018 15:24:01 GMT -8
The young conqueror kept his vision peaked above the shield. He watched her draw and aim and huddled down beneath the layers of wicker whenever she let go of the string. One, two- both arrows hit the shield!- signaling for the warrior to push on in a sprint again, closing the distance between them with terrifying speed. Just as she was about to pull another, he launched himself forward, pushing the shield out to bash her with it.
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Chinua
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 22
Physical Description: Chinua stands at about 5'5" which sets her on par with many of the tallest men in the village. She also has the physique of a man as well as she commonly was found training and brawling with the other boys. She is muscular and powerful though not overtly as as her strength is honed for her bow. She has rather wild jet black hair and keen piercing ebony eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: She is not seen outside of the rather traditional armor she wears and furs of her first few kills. She has several piercings as well as ceremonial tattoos. Very rarely is she seen without her recurve bow strung in hand or slung against her back. She also carries a concealed short sword in case of close combat.
Allegiances: Tengerii Shiire, her village; Her family; Herself
Player's online availability : When poked ^-^
Registered: Nov 25, 2018 16:53:03 GMT -8
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Post by Chinua on Dec 7, 2018 18:11:54 GMT -8
Chinua's eyes narrowed as she saw the man block both her arrows and her jaw set as she saw him charging at her. It took her but seconds to realize that the time it would take her to draw her bow and probably have it deflected by the shield made her weapon useless.
And then he was upon her faster than she would have like.
Her eyes widened as she saw the swing of his shield arm towards her and she quickly darted to the side slinging her bow across her body to avoid getting injured by it as she tucked into a roll. In a fluid movement, she drew her short sword she typically used for dealing final blows to her prey. She knew well she would be outmatched but she couldn't just roll over and let him walk away without some fight.
He destroyed her family. She'd give him something to regret.
Used to the mud that had been her turf for years, she easily caught herself from her tumble, digging her toes in the dirt to surge at the man again, her sword poised to stab at his exposed side from his earlier swing at her. She struck at him with the silence, speed and ferocity of a viper going for the kill.
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Tayang
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 20
Physical Description: Tall, lithe, and athletic, Tayang shows traces of his father's heritage while striking a closer resemblance to his mother. Much like other Women of the Field, his skin has a golden tint to it, darkening considerably during the summer.
He has very feminine facial features, though his build is quite masculine. He's nowhere near as muscular as his father, but he is not lacking.
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Clothes and Equipment: Tayang never was fond of the overly colorful clothing and superfluous amounts of jewelry that his sister is so fond of. He keeps a rather conservative appearance, wearing dark sets of clothing that keep him mobile, but warm.
He is often seen with a recurve bow and a quiver filled with arrows. Tayang also carries a saber befitting of the crown prince, studded with jewels and crafted by skilled artisans.
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Allegiances: Tamorjin
Registered: Nov 24, 2018 21:09:10 GMT -8
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Post by Tayang on Dec 10, 2018 21:24:32 GMT -8
This woman was good, but she was no warrior.
Not yet.
The young conqueror swept his saber upward as the huntress charged, trying to knock the blade out of her hand. He was strong. Not as much as one of the giants that accompanied him, but he wasn't a person who could be easily moved. The blade went flying: she didn't know how to use a sword against another man!
In a fluid motion, Tayang whipped around and wound up the arm holding the knife, bringing it down to her temple with the back of his hand.
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Chinua
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 22
Physical Description: Chinua stands at about 5'5" which sets her on par with many of the tallest men in the village. She also has the physique of a man as well as she commonly was found training and brawling with the other boys. She is muscular and powerful though not overtly as as her strength is honed for her bow. She has rather wild jet black hair and keen piercing ebony eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: She is not seen outside of the rather traditional armor she wears and furs of her first few kills. She has several piercings as well as ceremonial tattoos. Very rarely is she seen without her recurve bow strung in hand or slung against her back. She also carries a concealed short sword in case of close combat.
Allegiances: Tengerii Shiire, her village; Her family; Herself
Player's online availability : When poked ^-^
Registered: Nov 25, 2018 16:53:03 GMT -8
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Post by Chinua on Dec 10, 2018 21:45:31 GMT -8
Chinua didn't have enough time to react much less break her fall as the hilt of the knife thumped solidly into her temple. A bright white spark erupted behind her eyes accompanied by a shock of pain that left her breathless. She hit the ground in a heap, splashing up mud, her head swimming. Everything was just a blur of color and sounds, swirling, pitching and heaving like the lake during a storm. She felt nausea overcome her as she wrestled with her body urging her to give in to the blackness that inched in from the corners of her vision. She tried to pick herself up off the ground only to slip in the mud and hit the ground again making the ringing and swimming that much worse.
Sounding miles away, she could hear the screams of the remainder of her village, calling for her to get back onto her feet, but she... couldn't. The darkness was surging forward with a vengeance now and her limbs didn't want to respond to her commands. She could feel herself slipping away but grit her teeth, mustering what little strength she had left.
"Be...forsaken by... the gods. Demon." She slurred out as her vision faded slowly into a tunnel. She failed her family... but at the very least... Bataar was safe.
And she'd be with them soon.
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Tayang
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 20
Physical Description: Tall, lithe, and athletic, Tayang shows traces of his father's heritage while striking a closer resemblance to his mother. Much like other Women of the Field, his skin has a golden tint to it, darkening considerably during the summer.
He has very feminine facial features, though his build is quite masculine. He's nowhere near as muscular as his father, but he is not lacking.
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Clothes and Equipment: Tayang never was fond of the overly colorful clothing and superfluous amounts of jewelry that his sister is so fond of. He keeps a rather conservative appearance, wearing dark sets of clothing that keep him mobile, but warm.
He is often seen with a recurve bow and a quiver filled with arrows. Tayang also carries a saber befitting of the crown prince, studded with jewels and crafted by skilled artisans.
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Allegiances: Tamorjin
Registered: Nov 24, 2018 21:09:10 GMT -8
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Post by Tayang on Dec 13, 2018 14:22:07 GMT -8
When the huntress went down, the young conqueror loomed over her, knife in hand. He gazed down at her limp body, raising a brow as she managed to mumble out a few words. After such a blow, the girl was lucky that she was still alive.
Several of his warriors rushed over to aid him, weapons aimed down at the huntress. He raised a hand to stop them.
"Take her," he ordered. "She comes with us to Dzhambul."
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Makhaya the Prophet
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Age: 47
Physical Description: A sensible looking Gorilla who has grown accustomed to standing as the humans do. His fur is a darkish charcoal color while the fur on his head is a bit brown. His teeth are surprisingly white.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wears a bright yellow, almost golden colored stole around his neck. Can usually be found in plain robes of a dark gray color. Wears a beaded necklace with a banana shaped pendant on the end of it. Carries a metal staff with a single golden banana resting on top of it.
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Allegiances: Order of the Banana
Registered: Oct 22, 2016 8:18:49 GMT -8
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Post by Makhaya the Prophet on Jan 4, 2019 23:55:37 GMT -8
Makhaya and Rune had been traveling for several weeks, in search of any sign of civilization in this forsaken land. Initially they had followed the coast north, but eventually after seeing no signs of a coastal town or village, had begun to head northwest. It was after many hard days of travel and meals consisting of bananas that they finally came across this destroyed village.
Dismounting from his donkey, Makhaya solemnly walked through the rows of ashes that were the only thing left of the village that had once existed here. Given the complete destruction, it was clear this was no accidental fire, but a raid of some kind. The smell of bananas intensified as the gorilla’s gaze expression turned to one of sadness. He firmly planted his staff on the ground, leaning forward on it as he turned to Rune.
“It seems we’ve finally found an example of civilization… Destroying a whole village and burning it to the ground, it always pains me when I’m reminded there are monsters that will do this. The scariest part is those who don’t even realize they’re monsters for doing this. No, they simply consider it a part of their everyday life. Whether it is simply for sport or a means of survival… It disgusts me either way.”
Letting out a deep sigh, Makhaya began half-heartedly began to walk around the remains of the village, yet he didn’t truly expect to find anything more than the death and ashes he had already found.
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Rune Naimon IV
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Rune is an androgynous young man, easily described as beautiful as he leans more on the feminine side. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, their colors bright and dazzling, yet unnatural. His hair is a light pink and his eyes a vivid purple. His hair is very long, reaching to his waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes in some areas. Along with this he wears a white furry cloak. One should note that his armor is adorned with numerous magical enchantments.
At his belt he wears a simple sword, though it is also a heavily enchanted weapon with the ability to reshape itself extensively, such as into different weapons.
Image of equipment: https://i.imgur.com/bJvBzot.jpg
Aside from his combat gear, Rune will usually wear whatever he feels like wearing.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 18:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Jan 5, 2019 6:14:58 GMT -8
Rune, who was usually seen only in pristine condition, was just as worn by traveling as Makhaya. This put him in a rather bad mood.
"Just our luck, the first sign of civilization we find and it's burned to the ground... and here I was looking forward to the opportunity of perhaps taking a bath..." Rune groaned.
His annoyance soon faded, however, as he followed Makhaya into the village and surveyed the devastation more closely, a solemn air falling over him as well.
"Whoever did this... I don't want to run into them," he said, looking around at the destroyed village, "You think there are any survivors?"
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Bataar
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 18
Physical Description: Bataar in a stocky young man, but still a bit lanky in his youth. He stand at about 5'4", the inch his sister has over him always a source of frustration and teasing. His hair is scruffy and cut oddly, a result of his recent attempts to trim it himself. He has 3 long scars that cross over his eye, a result of an injury sustained when he and his sister snuck out on a midnight hunt when they were young. He has dark brown eyes that are usually full of mirth and passion.He is not old enough yet to have the tattoos traditional to their people.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears a simple tunic with leggings and a skin to fend off the chill of the wind. He wears soft heeled boots often in the hopes of one day being able to sneak up on his elder sister- though that wont happen. His weapon of choice is a curved saber which he typically wears strapped to his back.
Allegiances: Tengerii Shiire; His family; Himself
Registered: Jan 2, 2019 12:59:26 GMT -8
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Post by Bataar on Jan 5, 2019 16:52:10 GMT -8
Rune's question was answered, but perhaps in a way he didn't appreciate.
Bataar had slipped away from the hunting party the moment they had arrived in their sister village. As if he could turn tail and hide when his sister ran off on her own to investigate their home. And the dread that settled in his gut wouldn't let him rest easy. So he stole a horse and sped off at the first opportunity back to his home.
If only the sight that had greeted him was his sister scowling as she cuffed him over the ear for ignoring her orders. And their village chuckling at their antics as they began wrestling in the mud, only to get tossing in the lake later by their irritated mother. A warm bowl of porridge waiting for them in their hut after they had cleaned up and sulked back home.
But no.
All he saw were the bodies, the blood and the ash left behind. He had stood staring at the remains of his life till he no longer could and instead ambled forward trembling as he looked for... anything. Anyone still alive.
...He found his mother and father amongst the bodies impaled upon the pikes, mouths and eyes open in horror at their passing. The scream that loosed from him sent even the buzzards up in an uproar.
But as he went he noticed no sign of Chinua anywhere. A few were missing from the ranks of the village as well as Bataar scoured the plateau, collecting bodies slowly, his body feeling numb but for the faint hope that began to form. That only grew when he stepped accidentally on one of Chinua's arrows. She had made it back. And she had fought. But if she and the others weren't among the dead, then perhaps... they had escaped. Or been taken alive by those who had done this. He only had to find them and kill the bastards who had caused it. He'd found some imprints in the mud far larger than could have been made of those of the village as well as a helm which a foreign crest upon it. He'd find them. And he'd find his sister and village. And together they'd get revenge.
But for no the matter of burying and laying to rest those corpses took priority. So he labored slowly, digging graves for the fallen in the ashes of the village.
He had taken a short break to drink and eat some hard tack- despite his lack of appetite he knew he had to eat something- when he heard voices. He froze and immediately crouched down into the grave he'd been digging and peeked over the lip , searching till he laid eyes on two forms wandering through the ruins. He frowned as he watched slowly. They hadn't seemed to have noticed him yet.
He crept out of the grave slowly using some of the splintered supports to hide behind as he inched forward silently. His eyes narrowed as he took them in. One was large and formidable, the other.... rather small... almost feminine in comparison. But the larger one... certainly large enough to be one of those that had made the imprints in the mud.
They had returned? But why? The answer didn't truly interest him though. As he realized it was them, it set his blood alight and he scowled as he silently pulled his sword and made his way forward, matching his steps to theirs to disguise his presence. Though outnumbered, he had the element of surprise on his side.
Hushing his breath for a moment when he got close enough he braced himself before he shot forward from the ruins of a hut to the smaller of the two, hoping to use the smaller as a hostage to get information from. His hand shot out hoping to grasp the woman? by the hair and drag her back to hold against him with his sword poised to slit her throat.
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Rune Naimon IV
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Rune is an androgynous young man, easily described as beautiful as he leans more on the feminine side. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, their colors bright and dazzling, yet unnatural. His hair is a light pink and his eyes a vivid purple. His hair is very long, reaching to his waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes in some areas. Along with this he wears a white furry cloak. One should note that his armor is adorned with numerous magical enchantments.
At his belt he wears a simple sword, though it is also a heavily enchanted weapon with the ability to reshape itself extensively, such as into different weapons.
Image of equipment: https://i.imgur.com/bJvBzot.jpg
Aside from his combat gear, Rune will usually wear whatever he feels like wearing.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 18:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Jan 6, 2019 14:45:10 GMT -8
Rune had been caught by surprise. He had just caught a glimpse of an impaled body, which shocked him quite a bit. Thus, he didn't hear Bataar until it was too late.
"Ah what the heck! My Hair!" Rune exclaimed, though he soon found a blade at his throat. His purple eyes widened slightly in surprise.
"Oh wow, nice blade!" he said, looking down at the sword so close to his neck. He seemed unworried by the situation.
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Makhaya the Prophet
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Age: 47
Physical Description: A sensible looking Gorilla who has grown accustomed to standing as the humans do. His fur is a darkish charcoal color while the fur on his head is a bit brown. His teeth are surprisingly white.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wears a bright yellow, almost golden colored stole around his neck. Can usually be found in plain robes of a dark gray color. Wears a beaded necklace with a banana shaped pendant on the end of it. Carries a metal staff with a single golden banana resting on top of it.
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Allegiances: Order of the Banana
Registered: Oct 22, 2016 8:18:49 GMT -8
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Post by Makhaya the Prophet on Jan 6, 2019 20:29:09 GMT -8
Hearing Rune’s exclamation Makhaya turned around, letting out a brief gasp at the situation before him. It seemed they had found a local, although why this local boy was attacking them had yet to be determined. While it was possible he was part of the group that had attacked this village, Makhaya found it unlikely given he was attacking them alone. Staring at Bataar for a moment, Makhaya addressed the boy in a deep, calming voice.
“Why have you attacked us, my child? We are simple travelers exploring this land, we aren’t looking for any trouble. Have we done something to provoke this attack or are you simply a bandit looking for money?”
Makhaya’s gaze bore into Bataar, the two black eyes searching over the boy's body for any clues as to why he had attacked them. Bataar would also notice the overwhelming scent of bananas coming from Makhaya, a smell he had likely never experienced before.
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Bataar
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 18
Physical Description: Bataar in a stocky young man, but still a bit lanky in his youth. He stand at about 5'4", the inch his sister has over him always a source of frustration and teasing. His hair is scruffy and cut oddly, a result of his recent attempts to trim it himself. He has 3 long scars that cross over his eye, a result of an injury sustained when he and his sister snuck out on a midnight hunt when they were young. He has dark brown eyes that are usually full of mirth and passion.He is not old enough yet to have the tattoos traditional to their people.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears a simple tunic with leggings and a skin to fend off the chill of the wind. He wears soft heeled boots often in the hopes of one day being able to sneak up on his elder sister- though that wont happen. His weapon of choice is a curved saber which he typically wears strapped to his back.
Allegiances: Tengerii Shiire; His family; Himself
Registered: Jan 2, 2019 12:59:26 GMT -8
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Post by Bataar on Jan 8, 2019 18:51:23 GMT -8
Bataar grit his teeth as he held the woman solidly in his grasp, keeping her in place by her hair. It wasn't lost on him that she appeared to have a rather vulgar mouth for such a dainty looking woman but it was hardly the most important at the moment. His sword felt heavy in his hands as he pressed the blade against her throat and there was a distinct tremble in his hands as he glared up at the... odd creature. Never before had he had another human's life in his hands like this, it wasn't what he had grown on. In all his years he never would have pictured himself in this situation.
But never had he thought he would lose everything.
That made his grip on his blade and the woman's hair tighten as he focused on the behemoth. "I will only ask this once. Do not play games or the woman dies. Where have you taken my sister?" He demanded, cursing his voice for the slight tremor but his stance did not waver.
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Rune Naimon IV
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Rune is an androgynous young man, easily described as beautiful as he leans more on the feminine side. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, their colors bright and dazzling, yet unnatural. His hair is a light pink and his eyes a vivid purple. His hair is very long, reaching to his waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes in some areas. Along with this he wears a white furry cloak. One should note that his armor is adorned with numerous magical enchantments.
At his belt he wears a simple sword, though it is also a heavily enchanted weapon with the ability to reshape itself extensively, such as into different weapons.
Image of equipment: https://i.imgur.com/bJvBzot.jpg
Aside from his combat gear, Rune will usually wear whatever he feels like wearing.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 18:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Jan 10, 2019 15:55:12 GMT -8
If one were to look closely, they would be able to see right before the blade touched Rune's neck, a thin strip of purple magical energy coalesced, seemingly pushing the blade back and keeping it from cutting his skin. It seemed to be the result of an enchantment on his armor.
Rune yawned then, already bored by the attacker, "This blade isn't even anti-magic, how useless."
Faster than any normal human, Rune reached up to try and grab Bataar's wrist in a vice-like grip, before beginning to pry the blade away from his neck. Rune's strength was also greater than anyone his size ought to be, so if he were to grab a hold of Bataar's wrist, he would most likely be able to easily move the blade away.
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Makhaya the Prophet
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Age: 47
Physical Description: A sensible looking Gorilla who has grown accustomed to standing as the humans do. His fur is a darkish charcoal color while the fur on his head is a bit brown. His teeth are surprisingly white.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wears a bright yellow, almost golden colored stole around his neck. Can usually be found in plain robes of a dark gray color. Wears a beaded necklace with a banana shaped pendant on the end of it. Carries a metal staff with a single golden banana resting on top of it.
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Allegiances: Order of the Banana
Registered: Oct 22, 2016 8:18:49 GMT -8
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Post by Makhaya the Prophet on Jan 12, 2019 23:00:36 GMT -8
A puzzled look appeared on Makhaya’s face at Bataar’s demand, glancing with a hint of worry towards Rune. However, it seemed Rune had the situation under control, a revelation that both surprised yet relieved the gorilla. Letting out a sigh, he approached the struggling pair.
“Child, we are not the ones responsible for what has transpired here and we have no idea what has happened to your sister. Please believe us and stop struggling, we mean you and your people no harm.”
Makhaya closed his eyes as he began speaking, a certain reverence filling his voice.
Great One who watches all things, please look down upon your humble servant and deliver us from this needless violence. Remove the means to do harm so we can be blessed by your peace.
As Makhaya finished speaking his final word Bataar would feel the sword in his hand shifting. Regardless of how hard he gripped the blade, it wouldn’t stop its swift transformation. Within seconds Bataar would find himself holding a banana, likely a fruit foreign to him.
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Bataar
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 18
Physical Description: Bataar in a stocky young man, but still a bit lanky in his youth. He stand at about 5'4", the inch his sister has over him always a source of frustration and teasing. His hair is scruffy and cut oddly, a result of his recent attempts to trim it himself. He has 3 long scars that cross over his eye, a result of an injury sustained when he and his sister snuck out on a midnight hunt when they were young. He has dark brown eyes that are usually full of mirth and passion.He is not old enough yet to have the tattoos traditional to their people.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears a simple tunic with leggings and a skin to fend off the chill of the wind. He wears soft heeled boots often in the hopes of one day being able to sneak up on his elder sister- though that wont happen. His weapon of choice is a curved saber which he typically wears strapped to his back.
Allegiances: Tengerii Shiire; His family; Himself
Registered: Jan 2, 2019 12:59:26 GMT -8
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Post by Bataar on Jan 14, 2019 18:07:15 GMT -8
Bataar's eyes widened as he felt the resistance of the woman's throat to his blade only for them to widen further as his hand was easily pushed away from his neck. He'd definitely made a critical error... One that if Chinua was there, she'd no doubt whack him over the head for. His sister was stronger than him by quite a large margin. Assuming the woman was the weak link was a bad judgement.
He still kept a tight grip on her hair though as he tried to flip his blade to point back at the woman. He still had her in place, still he could bargain for information...
Until his sword suddenly vanished before his eyes turning into some yellow...thing. Bataar gave an alarmed shout hurriedly releasing what had been his sword throwing the woman away. He, of course wasn't listening to what the... Jinní was saying to him. His heart was thudding in his ears as he stumbled back, eyes darting around for something he could use as a weapon. "S-Stay back demons! I- I'm warning you!"
As if warning would do anything in his scenario. His mind was still reeling as he tried to reason what he'd just seen. Perhaps the lack of sleep was getting to him? Or thirst and hunger was twisting his vision...
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Rune Naimon IV
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Rune is an androgynous young man, easily described as beautiful as he leans more on the feminine side. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, their colors bright and dazzling, yet unnatural. His hair is a light pink and his eyes a vivid purple. His hair is very long, reaching to his waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes in some areas. Along with this he wears a white furry cloak. One should note that his armor is adorned with numerous magical enchantments.
At his belt he wears a simple sword, though it is also a heavily enchanted weapon with the ability to reshape itself extensively, such as into different weapons.
Image of equipment: https://i.imgur.com/bJvBzot.jpg
Aside from his combat gear, Rune will usually wear whatever he feels like wearing.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 18:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Jan 19, 2019 23:51:25 GMT -8
Bataar attempted to throw Rune, but Rune didn't seem to budge now that he wasn't caught off guard. He would take a few steps foward though, before turning around and glaring at Bataar.
"Who do you even think we are! We aren't the ones who burned down this village or took your sister..." Rune said, trying to talk down Bataar.
"Do I even look like the people who burned down your village? I doubt it," the pink-haird mercenary said, crossing his arms.
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