Taro Yamada
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Roleplay posts: 39 
Age: 20
Physical Description: Taro is a young, pleasant man who doesn't look like he's ever witnessed hardship or strife. His skin is smooth, his face is young, and he wears a tender smile on his lips at all times.
He's a little short, rising at a steady 5'8". He usually wears baggy clothing, leading one to think that he's quite thin. Beneath the folds of cloth hides a strapping, athletic form.
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Clothes and Equipment: Taro has a penchant for bright colors and oversized clothing. Perhaps it's because of his mildly flamboyant nature, or perhaps it has something to do with more deceptive motivation.
He always carries around a heavy fan, though upon first glance it is painted to imitate wood, a common misconception for his enemies. Around his waist, beneath his kimono, he wears a hardy, long chain with small weights attached to both ends.
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Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Jan 19, 2018 17:43:16 GMT -8
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Post by Taro Yamada on Feb 28, 2019 16:59:13 GMT -8
Taro wasted no time and immediately swept a hand outward, aiming to spread the mist evenly throughout the trees. In the same motion, he lifted his hands gently, creating a small updraft beneath the mist that would allow it to cover their heads, but allow them to see beneath the cloudy layer so they could maneuver freely below it.
Moving at a crouched position, Taro crept silently and located his teammates one by one. Kaen came to him and put his back to a tree, smiling with a daringness that betrayed the seriousness of their situation. Taro smiled back. "We'll still be hunting if we take them out first," he pointed out.
Next, he found Seijo and Izanami. He was about to holler out to him, but their fourth teammate was already making himself known to the entire forest once more. In a rage, he thoroughly punished a tree, angry at the world for his ruined shirt. Though he wanted to marvel, he turned his attention to Seijo and-
Definitely not the woman he had seen before. It clicked quite swiftly who she had to be and it answered a million questions that he had up in his head, but it was no less surprising. As she zoomed through the air, Taro shook his head and pattedf his cheeks. He couldn't get distracted here! They had to do something now!
"Kaen! Seijo!" he called, pointing at the clear passage he'd created beneath the layer of mist. "Let's mobilize quickly, or else we'll lose our advantage! Can Izanami tell us where the archers are?"
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Taingaard
Dedicated
Land of The Thousand Faces
Roleplay posts: 125
Age: 1100
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:06:58 GMT -8
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Post by Taingaard on Apr 30, 2019 22:41:44 GMT -8
"You stupid thing, this tree won't fall just because you bang a stick int..." the bandit whispered to himself although that last smash of Wuppo's club had the entire trunk vibrating and interrupted him in the thought process. Apparently a stick could actually be a threat to him and climbed over on the other side of the tree planning to jump down at the opportune moment.
However at that moment the giant ogre had now rammed his body into the tree trunk wide eyed both the crown and the bandit were heading down along with it.
"Holy sh..!" the bandit exclaimed as he tried to leap from the tree in the very last moment to avoid being flatted beneath it. Rolling around in the undergrowth he got his battered body to his feat and through his helmet he saw the ogre that charged at the tree crown in pure madness.
'What the hell is the deal with that softness..!" he thought to himself as he quickly raced away through the bushes his leather armor specifically made for moving through the wild in a swift manner and Leifir The Quick ran for his life with no thought for his companions back there while ignoring the pain from the bruises.
Dotting over trunks, bushes and fallen trees Wuppo would find the bandit to be a slippery mouse to catch and the bandit would find Wuppo a very persistent fellow to lose. They would both have made it rather deep into the forest before by chance his right leather boot got caught in thorns and he fell awkwardly twisting his ankle. It was just before a very close set of trees where he might be able to lose the monstrosity, but returning his wide eyed gaze towards Wuppo he started pleading for his life.
"I-I'm sorry..! I'll make sure to get you new soft clothes, it wasn't intentional I promise..!" he said seeing the ogre coming closer.
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Wuppo
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Roleplay posts: 114
Physical Description: "The citizens of Tamatoshi Bay would lay eyes on Wuppo, a 10-foot tall ogre, dirty with grime and what was probably dried blood. The giant's black beard was messily braided and twisted into two strands that hung from his chin, and the hair atop his head tied into a somewhat familiar but not entirely correct topknot."
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 3:10:43 GMT -8
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Post by Wuppo on May 3, 2019 16:19:02 GMT -8
In Wuppo's blind rage, he followed the bandit in the tree without another thought - screaming and shouting as he brandished his club and swung it at the smaller trees and underbrush in his path. He hurried after the lone bandit, a wrathful stomping behemoth following the man. The terrain in the dense forest was unfamiliar to Wuppo, but was still very similar to the Kiyonai forests which surrounded his cave-dwelling back in Tawakoshi. Wuppo was used to tracking much smaller animals through the forest and would have no problem staying with the human, even if he was faster getting through certain areas between trees and under branches.
"WUPPO SMASH!" he roared as he chased the man, "WUPPO NOT LIKE DEM DAT HURT SOFT GREEN! WUPPO MAKE POT SO SMOLL! STUFF YOU IN - - SO SMOLL POT!"
Wuppo had momentarily lost sight of the man as he neared the small clearing on the edge of the much thicker growth of the forest, but was only a moment behind him when the man fell and twisted his ankle. Wuppo burst through the trees, club still in hand to find the culprit guilty of soiling his jacket on the ground. Wuppo approached the man, staying out of the human's reach but still plenty close enough to bash him with his club. For a moment it appeared that Wuppo would simply crush Leifir The Quick and be done with the whole matter, but he didn't. Instead the ogre spoke, his breathing labored from chasing the man and shouting after him the whole time.
"You stay!" he ordered, pointing his club at the man. "Wuppo make pot, a'den STUFF YOU IN POT! Wuppo brings you to da Wize Otta, den Wize Otta see you hurt da soft green!" Wuppo started to turn away from the man, but stopped himself. He bent down slightly, looming over the bandit menacingly. "You go while Wuppo make pot, Wuppo find you. I'Z BREAK YOU! Den you'z go in pot! Den you'z go da Wize Otta! Den Wize Otta see you hurt soft green!"
The ogre's expectations of the man were clear. He was to stay where he was while Wuppo prepared a vessel to transport him in, then he would take him back to 'Da Wize Otta' who would then presumably pass judgment on him for his crimes against Wuppo's silk jade green jacket. Perhaps the man would survive being put in the pot, and perhaps he wouldn't, but one thing was clear - he would be in far worse shape if he decided to run while Wuppo made his pot. With that, Wuppo turned and grabbed a handful of green, springy branches growing off of one of the younger trees. He ripped them down, and looked around for more. It might have immediately appeared that Wuppo intended to make more of a basket than a pot, but either way it would be extremely unpleasant for the bandit.
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Taingaard
Dedicated
Land of The Thousand Faces
Roleplay posts: 125
Age: 1100
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:06:58 GMT -8
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Post by Taingaard on May 5, 2019 6:45:35 GMT -8
"W-what..? I'm going in a pot?" Leifur asked perplexed looking around as if trying to find an escape route but with his twisted ankle there was nothing to do anyway than to pray. Defeating the ogre would be neigh impossible and he sighed thinking of his family consisting of five uncles, three sisters, four brothers, two dads - which ever it was he might never find out - and mother he may never see again. Pushing himself forwards a bit towards the ogre he mustered all his courage.
"I-I said I was sorry Mr. Ogre! Can you please let me go? I have a family. Faaa-miiii-llyyy!" he tried to pronounce the syllables as clearly as possible knowing that the ogre seemed to understand a little of what he said. Perhaps there was still hope? Leifur reached into his pockets and picked out a small blue stone that was nearly translucent. "Look here! This... this is for you if you let me go free...!" he said and held the blue opal out between his index finger and thumb as he suddenly heard the leaves rustling behind him.
Before he got to turn his head or Wuppo would be able to reach for the stone and inspect it more closely a mighty force feel from above with a power that instantly buried the upper body and head of Leifur the Quick in the ground only his two legs and arms dangling above ground - one still hold the blue stone.
"Whaf be diz?" a voice sounded as the thick log of a batton was lifted and out of the bushes stepped an ogre not much lower than Wuppo as it took the stone from the dead bandit's grasp and held it very close to its eyes before smelling it with a curious look to its face. However smelling it meant really smelling it and breathing in heavily the stone quickly got sucked into its nose rolling all the way into its throat. "If... if'z gone! Da small fing ifz gone!" the ogre said looking perplexed at its palms before padding its body all over hoping to find the smal stone not realizing the presence of Wuppo before now. Pausing for a while it inclined its head and narrowed its eyes.
"Wa..? Wa be you?" it asked it's voice not quite as barytone as Wuppo's and at the same time Wuppo might notice that this particular ogre had both fuller hips and a chest that would protrude in an odd manner compared to his own.
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Wuppo
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Roleplay posts: 114
Physical Description: "The citizens of Tamatoshi Bay would lay eyes on Wuppo, a 10-foot tall ogre, dirty with grime and what was probably dried blood. The giant's black beard was messily braided and twisted into two strands that hung from his chin, and the hair atop his head tied into a somewhat familiar but not entirely correct topknot."
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 3:10:43 GMT -8
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Post by Wuppo on May 6, 2019 16:50:16 GMT -8
To Wuppo, the decision had already been made. His soft, warm, green coat had been tattered, and no blue rock, no matter how nice, was going to fix it. Returning to Wize Otta with his thoughtful gift to the ogre soiled, and the story of how he’d captured the culprit but traded justice for his defiled gift for a tiny blue rock was completely out of the question. The Wize Otta would be the judge in this matter in Taingaard, as he was in Tawakoshi. If the blue rock was to belong to Wuppo, he would retrieve it from the bandit once his friend had told him it was to be so. As for family - the bandit would find that Wuppo was far too agitated to consider the possibility that somewhere else someone might miss the man if he met an untimely death for a green coat. The ogre didn’t have a very firm grasp on the concept of ‘family’ to begin with, and appealing to his emotional attachment to the idea of family would serve the bandit no better than appealing to his want for valuable stones. Wuppo never used money, and he didn’t have a ‘family’ in the way he was able to understand the word.
Wuppo had ripped down another handful of green, flexible branches when he heard the loud thud of something landing behind him. He turned, and of course saw the other ogre standing before him, lifting the club that had just smashed the bandit he was to take to Kojuro. Wuppo hastily stomped over to the bandit’s corpse, scooping the parts of the mangled body that were still attached together up in his hand. He held the body in his left hand, and club in his right.
“Dis mine!” he announced pulling the body away from the other ogre, obviously being completely unbothered that the man was dead as long as he still got to take something back to Kojuro to explain his coat. “I’z Wuppo! An’ dis him dat hurt Wuppo soft green! I’z take him dat hurt soft green to da Wize Otta!”
Wuppo narrowed his eyes at the ogre, and then after a moment, looked perplexed. Wuppo held the body of Leifir the Quick to his nose, and sniffed the man’s corpse. He then sniffed the air in the general direction of the ogre that had killed the bandit. Wuppo was puzzled. There was something on the air that he was certain he’d smelled before, but at the same time was completely foreign to him. He smelled again, sucking air into his flaring nostrils. Wuppo had a very acute sense of smell, much like a dog would have, and used it often when hunting or tracking. It was his strongest sense, and very closely tied to memory.. but something else was happening, he just couldn’t place it. He looked at the other ogre, then spoke.
“You big! Like Wuppo.” he pointed to himself with the hand that held Leifir. “I’z Wuppo.” he confirmed his identity again.
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Taingaard
Dedicated
Land of The Thousand Faces
Roleplay posts: 125
Age: 1100
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:06:58 GMT -8
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Post by Taingaard on May 9, 2019 9:20:45 GMT -8
"Ooh oh..!" the female ogre said and shook her head quickly grabbing the arms of the dead bandit figuring that since the stone was gone and lost, she would have to lay her hands on something else as compensation - compensation for not getting the blue stone which caught her curiosity to start with. "Noo ah ah..!" she said and yanked it towards herself. "I'z not get blue stone! You'z green no matter!" she said and plucked a handful of leaves with the other hand throwing it in Wuppo's general direction, the leaves whirling around harmless around in the air but her intention was quite clear.
"You'z get the green stuff'z so I'z get diz!" she insisted although as if they started thinking about the same the female ogre released the grasp of the dead bandit and scratched her head observing the other ogre in front of her. "I'z very big, but you'z bigger! And you'z wear da big green leaf!" she said and pointed at Wuppo's clothes being quite impressed. "Where'z tree so big das so big leafy stuff'z is?" she said and took a couple of staggering steps towards Wuppo having quite forgotten about both the blue stone and the dead bandit.
She took a big sniff and opened her eyes wide.
"You'z smell strange! You's smell of we'z folk and thin folk'z too..." she wondered as Wuppo's shirt had the distinct smell of humans but Wuppo's own smell quite alike her own people.
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Wuppo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Physical Description: "The citizens of Tamatoshi Bay would lay eyes on Wuppo, a 10-foot tall ogre, dirty with grime and what was probably dried blood. The giant's black beard was messily braided and twisted into two strands that hung from his chin, and the hair atop his head tied into a somewhat familiar but not entirely correct topknot."
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 3:10:43 GMT -8
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Post by Wuppo on May 10, 2019 14:16:15 GMT -8
Wuppo pulled on the corpse of the bandit, engaging in a grim but thankfully short tug of war with the other ogre – the man’s lifeless body between them. “Dis mine!” Wuppo repeated, “You get nice rock! Soft green hurt!” The leaves would, of course, do little to dissuade the ogre from his prize. However, it wasn’t long before the female ogre relinquished the bandit.
Bandit in hand, Wuppo began to focus on the other ogre. “I’z Wuppo, him wiff da green leafy bits! Friend to Wize Otta, him wiff da dragon bug! I’z from da Taka-kowshi, come from cross da big wata! In boat! Boat ride on big wata.” Wuppo motioned into the distance with his club – the general direction he likely believed the ‘big water’ to be in – as he spoke. Hearing the ogress’ words, Wuppo slowly began to formulate the idea that the ogre in front of him was, in fact, just like him. Another ogre. Then, Wuppo’s mind grabbed onto a word the female ogre had used.. ‘We’.
“We’z?” he asked, now looking more perplexed than before. “You’z like Wuppo. Daze more Wuppo?”
Wuppo had never considered the reality that there might be more than one ogre – certainly there wasn’t in the area around Kiyonai, and Kiyonai was the only place Wuppo knew. But here, so far from his home in Tawakoshi, Wuppo began to realize that he might not be the only one like himself. The look on his face was a mixture of deep thought (as much as an ogre is capable of) and confusion.
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Taingaard
Dedicated
Land of The Thousand Faces
Roleplay posts: 125
Age: 1100
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:06:58 GMT -8
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Post by Taingaard on May 11, 2019 7:31:28 GMT -8
"Who'z daz wise otta?" she asked slightly curious but also a bit concerned that he might have too close a relationship with those skinny folk. "Waz a boat? You'z wriggle here under water like fizh?" she asked making a wriggling movement with her body to show him what she meant.
"Uuhuh!" the other ogre nodded the shoulder longe unkempt hair flailing all over the place. "You'z Wuppo? I'z Teruk." she said and used a fair bit of time observing the 'Wuppo' in front of him pondering her answer. "No Wuppo back dere at hutz - only more'z Teruk." he said confirming that there were in fact more ogres, but since Wuppo was from some strange place over the ocean, he couldn't be one like her. At least not completely, because he smelled like the skinny ones.
"We'z go to more Teruks?" she asked bluntly kicking a bit of dirt in the general direction where she had come from to show where they were headed if he cared to join.
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"Analucia"
Established
Seeking adventure in the great wide somewhere
Roleplay posts: 38 
Age: Sixt--er, twenty one. Definitely.
Physical Description: Arenna-- um, that is, ANALUCIA-- is of middling height, with classic Rondí coloring of cafe con crema skin, dark chocolate hair, yet with eyes that border on hazel. She has small but pert breasts, a slim waist, and full hips and bottom.
Clothes and Equipment: The Prince-- that is to say, the ADVENTURESS is always in well made and tailored clothing, with a Rondī blade at her hip and a stiletto at her boot.
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondón
Player's online availability : Odd hours
Registered: Feb 6, 2018 11:50:58 GMT -8
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Post by "Analucia" on Jul 9, 2019 10:08:17 GMT -8
[ Entering from Svarthafen with Atraedor ]Arenna was at first quiet and introspective, but the more Atraedor talked, the less Arenna felt humbled by his rescue of her. Pursing her lips together so they made a flat line on her pretty face, she stomped toward him, grabbed him by the shoulder, and forced him to turn and regard her -- silence be damned! " While I humbly appreciate that you didn't allow that... that... thing to skin me alive, I feel as if I ought to remind you that regardless of what my name is -- which is Analucia, by the way --" stubborn girl, " you have been lying to me since we met with far greater consequence." Her golden hazel eyes were fiery as she looked up at him from her petite height. " I would like an apology," she finally demanded, and tossed mussed dark hair over her shoulder, folded her arms beneath her breasts, and waited haughtily for the man to oblige.
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Atraedor
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Roleplay posts: 34
Physical Description: About 1.8 to 1.85 cm tall and features black hair with white strands and dark, blue/grey-ish skin and eyes of the same color. Atreador has pointy ears, a rather slim face and several scars, the two most prominent crossing each other on the left side of his forehead. He would seem about 35 to 45 years old when compared to a human.
Clothes and Equipment: Atraedor carry nothing but a dark brown cloak.
Registered: Jul 16, 2018 10:48:51 GMT -8
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Post by Atraedor on Jul 9, 2019 23:09:44 GMT -8
With a swing of his body he stood face to face with Analucia and it seemed that very quickly the girl had changed her mind in regards to how she was feeling about the whole situation. No longer was Atraedor a savior, at least it didn't weight much on the scales, instead he was a liar and the reason all this happened. Well... it was difficult to reject since he, kinda admitted it to be true. However if she had not acted up like stubborn princess inside Svarthafen, she maaay just have had a far better experience.
Yet it was true, and lowering his chin Atraedor's eyes tried to avoid Analucia's as she demanded and apology. What a rigid and difficult girl, she was demanding and apology while they were positively on the run from a group of murderous bandits lead by a crazy fae. The thought crossed his mind - he could carry her again, but then all the screaming would do them no good on the run.
"Ehrm..." Atraedor said and cleared his throated a couple of times raising his head slightly only to let it fall again, narrowing his eyes. His throat contorted into what might shape an apology and behind his strained lips his teeth were clenched and breathing shallow.
"Ssss... sssoo... re... aren't you from all that walking? We should camp here for the night since there's not much light left in the sky." he said and put his hands in his side daring a nervous little smile, trying to make it look like confidence.
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"Analucia"
Established
Seeking adventure in the great wide somewhere
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: Sixt--er, twenty one. Definitely.
Physical Description: Arenna-- um, that is, ANALUCIA-- is of middling height, with classic Rondí coloring of cafe con crema skin, dark chocolate hair, yet with eyes that border on hazel. She has small but pert breasts, a slim waist, and full hips and bottom.
Clothes and Equipment: The Prince-- that is to say, the ADVENTURESS is always in well made and tailored clothing, with a Rondī blade at her hip and a stiletto at her boot.
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondón
Player's online availability : Odd hours
Registered: Feb 6, 2018 11:50:58 GMT -8
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Post by "Analucia" on Jul 10, 2019 8:07:13 GMT -8
Her arms dropped immediately from where they'd wrapped around her lithe waist. "Why are you absolutely impossible?" She asked, ignoring a rather sudden and surprising flutter of her heart when Atraedor smiled. Surely she felt some sort of affection because he'd saved her life, little more, she assured herself.
"You have lied to me, have you not? And put me in dangerous circumstances, no?" She tried to pin him with her hazel gaze, then rolled her eyes and moved to stomp around him and toward the small clearing where they could camp for the night. Her back was too him as she tried to find her cool, her hands perched on the swell of her hips. She didn't really want to sleep on the ground, but she'd prefer it to sleeping anywhere near the Black Tain.
Her stomach rumbled loudly just then as well, and she put the flat of her hand to it. "Is there a creek nearby?" she asked, hoping that he'd at least answer that question. "I'd like to wash down as much as I'm able." No mention of her hunger. She wouldn't give Atraedor the satisfaction -- after all, he'd literally suggested they go eat back in Svarthafen, but she'd thrown a fit instead.
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Atraedor
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Roleplay posts: 34
Physical Description: About 1.8 to 1.85 cm tall and features black hair with white strands and dark, blue/grey-ish skin and eyes of the same color. Atreador has pointy ears, a rather slim face and several scars, the two most prominent crossing each other on the left side of his forehead. He would seem about 35 to 45 years old when compared to a human.
Clothes and Equipment: Atraedor carry nothing but a dark brown cloak.
Registered: Jul 16, 2018 10:48:51 GMT -8
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Post by Atraedor on Jul 10, 2019 12:34:16 GMT -8
Atraedor's faked compassion for the well being of Analucia's feet efter trotting through the forest did seem to work given a slight flinch of her expression when he gave her a smile. It wasn't the first, and wouldn't be the last time he would be called 'impossible', rather given the circumstances he was quite content with that. Being 'impossible' had saved his hide a few times already, as he prioritized looking after himself only.
But no. She did not let it go and Atraedor's smile turned to a reluctant frown. Her eyes skewered him and he knew he would find no rest unless he might do something uncharacteristic. Hopefully this wouldn't start another one of those blabbering monologues in her own language where Atraedor did not quite know what he was accused of - only that it was bad.
"Soorrryyy..!" Atraedor exclaimed as she turned her back on him and he threw out his arms. "I'm sorry I brought you to Svarthafen instead of Vikhafen it was a simple mist..." he said and sighed. "... alright it was not a mistake, but I thought it was easily handled and we'd both move on a little richer towards Vikhafen. Win-win you know!" he shrugged trying to appear as innocent as possible and also suppress the looming accusations of Analucia being the prime reason why it didn't work out like that. Yet for peace there was a price - he started remembering that.
Atraedor looked at her with a feeling of giving up - maybe it was best just to hand her over?
"Did you see a creek we passed by? I'm not exactly a resident of this place, we kinda took this road out of desperation..!" Atraedor's anger only thinly veiled. Thinking of taking a bath - now? Their pursuers were probably still within striking distance, so that would be foolish.
"Well, go look around for one, but bring some firewood back and I'll set up some rabbit traps so you... we might have some dinner." Atraedor said and sighed, trying to make it sound as if he did not specifically think of her problems when he had his own to deal with. The fact that she literally did not even answer him when he offered her a trip to the restaurant still annoyed him, yet he did also need her to be fit for the trip the next day.
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"Analucia"
Established
Seeking adventure in the great wide somewhere
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: Sixt--er, twenty one. Definitely.
Physical Description: Arenna-- um, that is, ANALUCIA-- is of middling height, with classic Rondí coloring of cafe con crema skin, dark chocolate hair, yet with eyes that border on hazel. She has small but pert breasts, a slim waist, and full hips and bottom.
Clothes and Equipment: The Prince-- that is to say, the ADVENTURESS is always in well made and tailored clothing, with a Rondī blade at her hip and a stiletto at her boot.
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondón
Player's online availability : Odd hours
Registered: Feb 6, 2018 11:50:58 GMT -8
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Post by "Analucia" on Jul 10, 2019 12:54:52 GMT -8
He apologized, but it didn't sound like a real apology. Not a genuine one anyway, he was still trying to defend his actions. Arenna continued to stand with her back to him as she surveyed the land --
-- only to sharply look at him when he asked her flippantly if she'd seen a creek, given he was unfamiliar with the land.
"No, I didn't see one, but this land is too green not to have one nearby and--" she cut herself off. What she knew of rural surviving was very limited, and she didn't want to sound like an idiot by saying anything else.
"Fine," she accepted her chores, then held her out to him, expectant once again. " I'll need your sword, or a knife, to collect decent branches unless you think twigs on the ground will suffice." She was being flippant right back.
Probably, they'd fight again. Both of their tempers were simmering just beneath the surface, and it seemed both of them knew how to annoy each other in just the right ways.
Once some sort of something was handed over so she could get firewood, she slid it into the sash belt at her waist, then turned to look for that creek. She paused just before she left the clearing to look back at him. "No peeking."
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Atraedor
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Physical Description: About 1.8 to 1.85 cm tall and features black hair with white strands and dark, blue/grey-ish skin and eyes of the same color. Atreador has pointy ears, a rather slim face and several scars, the two most prominent crossing each other on the left side of his forehead. He would seem about 35 to 45 years old when compared to a human.
Clothes and Equipment: Atraedor carry nothing but a dark brown cloak.
Registered: Jul 16, 2018 10:48:51 GMT -8
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Post by Atraedor on Jul 12, 2019 9:06:01 GMT -8
Arenna didn't look like one who had accepted Atraedor's apology and he slightly rolled his eyes. What in the world did she want?
"Just make sure to bring some dry ones and not those that has been in the creek - if you find one of those..." he said sarcastic as he looked at her again with a glare that told all about how he was close to giving up.
"Look..!" he said and spread his arms. "My clothes are almost burned off, do you see either a sword or a knife? No? Then pick the branches up you can find on the forest floor - the ones you cut off trees will likely be too fresh also." he said and shook his shoulders. She was definitely no ranger, he could cross that out in his mental book.
Arenna's last comment passed with no answer - why would did she think he wanted to peek at some school girl dipping her toes in the water? If she found any, which he doubted. Atraedor went a little out of her reach and started setting up some very rudimentary traps that were perhaps unlikely to yield much, but at least he wanted to give it a try. And if she actually found a creek, they might be better off trying to catch a few fish.
However close by Arenna would be lucky enough to find a creek which had a depth that would reach to her navel and flow calmly through the woods - despite being slightly cold, it was fresh and entirely clear. A few fish swam in the creek but nothing to disturb a good bath. Meanwhile Atraedor was circling the perimeter having sharpened a fitting branch to use as a spear. It seemed he was lucky and eyeing a deer he also eyed a very nice meal and started sneaking after it as it moved through the forest - caught up in the hunt he was unaware of what direction the deer was leading him.
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"Analucia"
Established
Seeking adventure in the great wide somewhere
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: Sixt--er, twenty one. Definitely.
Physical Description: Arenna-- um, that is, ANALUCIA-- is of middling height, with classic Rondí coloring of cafe con crema skin, dark chocolate hair, yet with eyes that border on hazel. She has small but pert breasts, a slim waist, and full hips and bottom.
Clothes and Equipment: The Prince-- that is to say, the ADVENTURESS is always in well made and tailored clothing, with a Rondī blade at her hip and a stiletto at her boot.
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondón
Player's online availability : Odd hours
Registered: Feb 6, 2018 11:50:58 GMT -8
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Post by "Analucia" on Aug 5, 2019 10:52:24 GMT -8
She glared at him, her tongue too thick with anger to come up with anything good to call him, so instead, she whirled around and stopped off into the forest. She could smell the water once she was getting close, but she was still fuming.
"Who does he...?" She muttered loudly as she plopped herself down on a boulder and tugged off one boot and threw it. "Never in my life..." She threw the other, then began to undress.
It was completely stupid to get undressed, of course. She was alone in the woods with a stranger who would literally have no problem selling her up the river. Then again, he had saved her. Then again, Arenna had only been caught by the Black Tain because of Atraedor. Round and round and round in circles it went.
The little Rondi was happy she was angry. If she was angry, she couldn't really think about her predicament, or all of her things that she lost when those pirates took her off the streets of not-Vikhafen, or those poor horses that would likely be mistreated in that backwater village. And yet, even as she thought of all the reasons why she was glad she was angry, she was losing steam.
She waded into the creek, the water barely lukewarm and making goosebumps tickle over her olive skin. What if she never made it home again? What if she died out here? Her stomach clenched, and then it growled, and Arenna rolled her eyes at herself. Her mother would never be so maudlin, and she was, if nothing else, her mother's daughter.
She dove beneath the surface of the river to clear her head, leaving her things in a haphazard pile on the makeshift beach.
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Atraedor
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Roleplay posts: 34
Physical Description: About 1.8 to 1.85 cm tall and features black hair with white strands and dark, blue/grey-ish skin and eyes of the same color. Atreador has pointy ears, a rather slim face and several scars, the two most prominent crossing each other on the left side of his forehead. He would seem about 35 to 45 years old when compared to a human.
Clothes and Equipment: Atraedor carry nothing but a dark brown cloak.
Registered: Jul 16, 2018 10:48:51 GMT -8
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Post by Atraedor on Aug 5, 2019 11:45:19 GMT -8
It had been so long since he had last hunted this way, and tracking his prey silently, the undergrowth stealthily downtrodden it brought back memories of his past and he had to close his eyes for a moment to suppress a couple of tears. He did miss them, his family and friends, but they had all been gone for centuries now and he better get over it - he was the last one, and he had to survive for if he did not, there were no one to make them pay. The Taingaardians that was. As he opened his eyes again he felt a tremor - small but in his heightened state of awareness it was definitely there. Could it be the ones that hunted them? No, it was more massive. Far more massive. Staying at the same place for a few moments it would approach and he'd feel the tremors increase. Waving branches and bushes away the thing carved its way through the forest and Atraedor ducked as he saw the enormous size of the atrocity but moving with a grace and stealth that would take many off guard. Situated on a small hill he turned his head the direction it was going - it seemed like it was thirsty and that small lake was... was... Atraedor blinked again seeing the clothes on the shore - a young girl seemingly swimming inside the lake. He opened his mouth, but shouting now would do no good and neither would the toothpick he held in comparison to the two legged mammoth that was passing him by on the way to the small creek. The huge animal-like creature stopped right at the shore and squatted down with his gigantic palms on his knees, the massive trunk dipping down into the lake - seemingly unaware that there was something else present as the princess had her head dipped under water. |
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"Analucia"
Established
Seeking adventure in the great wide somewhere
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: Sixt--er, twenty one. Definitely.
Physical Description: Arenna-- um, that is, ANALUCIA-- is of middling height, with classic Rondí coloring of cafe con crema skin, dark chocolate hair, yet with eyes that border on hazel. She has small but pert breasts, a slim waist, and full hips and bottom.
Clothes and Equipment: The Prince-- that is to say, the ADVENTURESS is always in well made and tailored clothing, with a Rondī blade at her hip and a stiletto at her boot.
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondón
Player's online availability : Odd hours
Registered: Feb 6, 2018 11:50:58 GMT -8
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Post by "Analucia" on Aug 5, 2019 11:55:35 GMT -8
The water was cold and Arenna had her eyes closed against the current of the water. When she came up for air, she burst from the cold water, her eyes still closed and her dark, dark hair slicked back from her face as she stood up, waist-deep in the water. Arenna's back was to the creature behind her and she was looking across the way at the other empty shore as her hands reached up to rub on her face and clear it of water, shivering from the burst of cold that covered her from the top of her head to the tip of her toes.
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Atraedor
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Physical Description: About 1.8 to 1.85 cm tall and features black hair with white strands and dark, blue/grey-ish skin and eyes of the same color. Atreador has pointy ears, a rather slim face and several scars, the two most prominent crossing each other on the left side of his forehead. He would seem about 35 to 45 years old when compared to a human.
Clothes and Equipment: Atraedor carry nothing but a dark brown cloak.
Registered: Jul 16, 2018 10:48:51 GMT -8
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Post by Atraedor on Aug 5, 2019 12:13:31 GMT -8
The mammoth opened its eyes wide as the young girl dressed only by nature popped from the river with the back to the huge beast. At the same time Atraedor had moved to approach the beast from behind - what he was going to do he did not know yet, but if anything happened he knew she would blame him and solely him. Somehow it was worth the danger to just avoid that.
However as Arenna stood with her back to the mammoth it pulled up its trunk - and though she might hear and feel the warm breath on her back and turn around - she would not be able to avoid the absolutely vicious cone of water which was sprayed on her by the mammoth - a force which might even lift her from her feet and send her into diving again. Atreador gasped as he saw what happened, well hidden behind a bush - yet the beast conjured up something akin to a deep thundering chuckle slapping its thigh at the amusing sight.
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"Analucia"
Established
Seeking adventure in the great wide somewhere
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: Sixt--er, twenty one. Definitely.
Physical Description: Arenna-- um, that is, ANALUCIA-- is of middling height, with classic Rondí coloring of cafe con crema skin, dark chocolate hair, yet with eyes that border on hazel. She has small but pert breasts, a slim waist, and full hips and bottom.
Clothes and Equipment: The Prince-- that is to say, the ADVENTURESS is always in well made and tailored clothing, with a Rondī blade at her hip and a stiletto at her boot.
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondón
Player's online availability : Odd hours
Registered: Feb 6, 2018 11:50:58 GMT -8
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Post by "Analucia" on Aug 5, 2019 12:20:23 GMT -8
She had only just twisted around, only just became aware of something behind her when--
SPPLAAAASH!
The water got her right in the face and sent her sprawling back into the river again. She had no time to catch a good breath -- in fact, she'd just been inhaling to scream -- and this time came up with her arms flopping around and her dark hair sliding into her face as she struggled to find her footing on the slick rocks of the river's bed beneath her. It was very hard to see with all this hair in her face, and she was very aware that she was naked as a jay bird.
And yet, she heard the chuckle as she struggled to get her bearing and her long dark hair, she saw, was stuck to her breasts so she wasn't really naked-naked... just she wouldn't be able to leave the waist-deep water any time soon. Arenna was finally allowed to lay eyes on the creature that was some distance away from her in the water. Once she stopped coughing, she wrapped her arms over her breasts -- covered as they were with her dark hair -- and blinked away remnants of water that still clung to her dark lashes.
"Hello," she said, trying to have some ounce of dignity. It didn't occur to Arenna to be scared in this moment -- if the thing had wanted to hurt her, it certainly could have with its massive arms and massive trunk and generally massive massiveness.
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Atraedor
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Physical Description: About 1.8 to 1.85 cm tall and features black hair with white strands and dark, blue/grey-ish skin and eyes of the same color. Atreador has pointy ears, a rather slim face and several scars, the two most prominent crossing each other on the left side of his forehead. He would seem about 35 to 45 years old when compared to a human.
Clothes and Equipment: Atraedor carry nothing but a dark brown cloak.
Registered: Jul 16, 2018 10:48:51 GMT -8
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Post by Atraedor on Aug 5, 2019 12:39:07 GMT -8
The moment it had sprayed Arenna, Atraedor had unleashed another heap of the energy he had absorbed from the 'Black Tain' which saw him propelled up towards the neck of the beast hitting it with an audible thump. However the beast did not much more than direct its eyes upwards with little intention of doing much about the fly that hit it, as it stood a good thirty foot tall - but it did interrupt the beast for long enough that it missed Arenna's greeting and it returned her 'hello' with a trumpeted "Hruuumpff..?!?".
It was not before Atraedor had climbed all the way to the top of his head repeatedly slamming down his stick on the mammoth's forehead, that it got slightly unamused.
"Quickly, run! This thing will definitely kill you..!" Atraedor shouted to Arenna, but not before had he ended the warning did the trunk wrap around his waist, a quick whipping movement from its head send Atraedor torpedoing through the air and into the lake a good few feet from Arenna.
"Hrroor, hrroor, hrooooorrr!" it slapped its stomach laughing as it saw the drenched Atraedor rise from the river his hair in his eyes and clothes in complete disarray. Glancing at both of them again, his laugh thundered once again, both of them being drenched, and looking that silly obviously extremely funny to the giant beast. Calming down a bit it looked at both of them again and squinted with its beady eyes.
"Hrroo arr uuhh?!?" it asked squatting down a bit again, palms on its thighs but still ever so long from being in eye height with the two.
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