Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81 
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Feb 8, 2019 20:25:11 GMT -8
Deidra grimaced, shutting her eyes as her blade met the creature and sliced through it with a sickening crunch. She was glad that she had the forethought to shut her eyes as she became doused with the contents of the giant insect's gut. The scent and sensation was enough to make her want to gag, but unfortunately, she didn't have the luxury of stopping to center herself as she felt the vine she swung on begin to weaken and tear. The vine wouldn't have held out for a return trip back to the cliffside so when Khepri called for her to jump, she did so moments before the vine swung back and gave up entirely.
She gave a yelp as Khepri somehow managed to catch her, keeping her blade far from where it could harm her. They fell together in a kind of controlled dive that felt just as terrifying as it would look to any outside observer. She merely held onto Khepri as she tried not to get in the way of her flying, her eyes alert for any other threat that approached them. When they finally stumbled and landed on the ground of the unfamiliar forest, Deidra let out a relieved sigh even as she turned to look at Khepri. "I warned you there may be enemies ahead. But thank you for the catch. That would likely have been more unpleasant otherwise." She sighed as she stepped back turning to her pack to pull out a small towel to wipe the blood off her face at the very least. She turned to look up in the general direction they came from with a grimace. "...We are in the thick of it now."
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Gundulf padded forward out of curiosity as well a reassurance and planted his paw on the sleeping man's chest sniffing at him curiously, trying to figure out what exact kind of magic was a t play.
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Feb 11, 2019 17:36:18 GMT -8
"Indeed," answered Khepri, raising a hand to summon her lyre. It was finally time to get a little serious, she supposed. Looking up into the massive trees, she felt more dwarfed than ever before. The shade threatened to take her wings, so she ignited the sunlight within her amulet to keep form.
She floated above Deidra, keeping her eyes behind and above. She advised the knight to keep her own ahead and level, covering areas that she failed to.
"It's a bit quiet. Worrying, yes?"
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229 
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Feb 14, 2019 15:49:25 GMT -8
Rudiger gave something of a wry glower at Roxanne with his good eye, as he spat a rather large amount of acrid saliva into the dirt. Whatever was boiling and rolling in his stomach, it certainly did not give a good aftertaste. Still he couldn't do much to dispute Roxanne's command. Wiping his lip with the back of his gauntlet from some errant spittle, he pulled his sword and approached the prostrate man, and leveled his sword at the man's gullet, the tip holding steady a few feet from the man's neck, so if he did suddenly wake up and had no ill intentions he wouldn't get impaled.
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Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Feb 16, 2019 20:40:26 GMT -8
Deidra nodded in response to the woman's question, not daring to sheathe her sword. They were in a wholly unknown environment, separated from the rest of their party. It didn't bode well in the slightest. Her eyes immediately started scanning their environment for movement.
"It is...A forest shouldn't be so quiet.... especially one this size. It's not a good sign." She murmured before she glanced back up at where they had fallen through the trees. "Cover me for a moment, I'll tell Gundulf what happened. He'll get the others to join us." She said as she planted her sword in earth below them, closing her eyes to focus as she began to focus, reaching out to her familiar.
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Gundulf's head immediately popped up, sniffing around before turning around, sensing Deidra's attempt to call to him and letting out a sharp bark to get the other two humans attention.
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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 Feb 21, 2019 11:57:32 GMT -8
Despite the best of intents from Roxanne, the man remained fast asleep and thus managed on his own to avoid the tip of Rudiger's threatening sword. As Roxanne yanked the cloth away from the cage she would find a one foot tall, glowing entity within that had a yellow aura and seemed to hover above ground. Only when studied a but closer was it apparent that it was indeed the rapid movements of the hummingbird like wings that kept the small she sprite flying an in or two above the cage floor. Clothed in a finely woven white dress she looked at Roxanne with big eyes and slightly disconcerted on the tip of the knife afterwards.
"Dear miss, please don't hurt me! I am just a tree sprite!" it said with its high pitched voice. "The man thought he could sell me to someone who wanted to grind me to dust and make magic powder out of me, but a little of my sleeping dust made him pass out." the sprite said and looked at Rudiger. "Mister, will you please let me out of here? It is very cramped and I desire to go back to the grove of Giant Trees." the sprite pleaded while Gundulf would quickly confirm that the man had been exposed to 'sleeping powder' of the very strong kind.
At the same time among the tall trees around Deidra and Khepri they would notice that some of the trees had been quite severely damaged - as if they had been rubbed at and wrapped around the armor thick bark worn off and its huge branches cracked.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Feb 25, 2019 18:02:12 GMT -8
Roxanne knelt down to the cage's level, scrutinizing the little tree sprite curiously. She'd never seen one before, nor had she heard of the whole "grinding up to make magic powder" business. Was that where fairy dust came from? She glanced back at the sleeping man and backed up from the cage, not wanting to suffer his fate.
"How can we know that you're telling the truth?" she asked. "Where I'm from, fairies are known for telling lies and playing tricks and causing trouble. Who's to say you're not in that cage for a good reason, huh? What proof do we have that we won't end up like that sap if we open up the cage?"
Stepping away from the sprite, she turned to Rudiger, giving the sleeping man another nudge with her boot. He really wasn't waking up any time soon...they'd have to be careful to avoid the sleeping powder.
"What do you think?" she asked. "Should we let her go? She might be dangerous...but then again, she might be able to help us."
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Feb 28, 2019 16:22:57 GMT -8
"Do so quickly. Beyond my talons, I have no weapons I can use to defend us," said Khepri, eying the canopy. She narrowed her eyes. Quite a few monsters could cause that much damage, particularly if they were massive. She was beginning to wonder if her posse was up for the task after all. She began to recall all of the spells she memorized back in Isra. If worse came to worse, she was faster than all of them put together.
Well, not that she was thinking of abandoning her teammates. That was only if everyone was already dead!
While these thoughts floated through her mind, she kept a good eye out for anything that could be sneaking up on them while Deidra was idle, especially those nasty bugs.
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