Isgerd
Established
Wayfinder
Roleplay posts: 40 
Age: 23
Physical Description: A shapeshifter who finds it easy to slip into the skin and feathers of a raven, Isgerd was raised by her druidic people in the forest of Gronskog. Not finding a settled life to her taste, she took many detours before she made her way to Vikhafen to offer her services to the Tain as a scout, messenger and guide.
Clothes and Equipment: Tall and leanly muscular, she walks with a light step. Dressed in the colours of the wilderness, browns, greys and greens, she livens up her practical wear with beads and feathers. Her hair is reddish-brown and worn in a long braid. She has pale skin and ice-blue eyes that don't seem to miss much.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: Jul 12, 2018 1:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Isgerd on Feb 15, 2019 7:28:41 GMT -8
Now they had come upon some eyes shining in the dark, Isgerd yielded the front rank to those of a more warrior-like persuasion. Rutgard needed no invitation to pull out his weapons and prove his manliness to the women, she noted. “Three wolves, or one wolf with three heads?” she asked her companions, springing lightly backwards as she readied her bow.
Putting a little distance between herself and the wolves, she was quite content to shoot from a ways away, and she remembered keenly the runes that were no mere decoration along the walls. If her instincts were right, the wolves could not pass them, so best to be able to hop behind that ancient barrier if the beasts survived the first onslaught of their weapons.
She notched an arrow and should the beasts attack she would draw back, and spotting the best moment when none of her companions would block her aim she would loose an arrow towards one of those glowing ice blue eyes.
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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 12:18:12 GMT -8
There were indeed three wolves heads - but no common body to tie them together although their fur stood aggressively tall. The wolves suddenly moved towards Rutgard and Elizabeth as little sparks seemed to jump between their hairs. Two wolves jumped at Rutgard one at his left leg and another directly towards his throat while the last wolf went low trying to get beneath the lance of Elizabeth clearly aiming its jaws towards the leading arm she wielded it with. Their tactics seemed almost well coordinated not much unlike regular trained soldiers knowing how to account for the strengths and weaknesses of their opponents' weapons.
However with the careful aim of Isgerd her arrow promptly flew towards the one wolf that was easiest to hit - the one going for Rutgard's left leg. Its jaws about to make connection with the Taingaardian's leg when a well placed arrow stopped it dead in its tracks, the chest pierced and heart stopped.
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Rutgard Isenhall
Established
Roleplay posts: 48 
Age: 28
Physical Description: 6'2, broad shoulders and strong arms, generally wears his hair in some sort of braid. Avatar is otherwise accurate.
Clothes and Equipment: Rutgard has a distinct lack of caring for finery and generally wears plain clothing of linen or leather. During the winter he has a cloak of fur pieced together by some of the elder women who care for him when he returns from the hunt. He carries a large two handed axe that has been inscribed with ruins along the eye.
Registered: Aug 23, 2018 5:26:27 GMT -8
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Post by Rutgard Isenhall on Feb 24, 2019 16:57:20 GMT -8
Rutgard owed Isgerd quite the thanks later but their work was meant to be performed as a team. He expected her aim to slow or maim one of the creatures leaving him open to defend himself while Elizabeth handled the one that was searching for the strong arm of her lance. His weapon did have its disadvantages in that it meant the fight had to be brought to him but he enjoyed such an intensity. The instant the wolf leaped he moved his left foot back directly in a half circle facing him sideways. The clearance was small but enough when be brought the axe down from a high position like a golf swing from his right shoulder sweeping it down to hit between the shoulder blades and into the spine. Not a killing blow but a paralyzing one that the wolf would never recover from if it landed.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Feb 28, 2019 10:49:16 GMT -8
As the wolf leaped under her lance for her arm, St. George made his presence known. Using his mighty talons, he would seek to keep the wolf from getting in to close. Liz and St. George moved in concert, talon and lance complimenting each other with every strike.
"Why are these wolves sparking?" She inquired, her voice showing a tinge of concern as to the implications behind the question. Namely, that these were some kind of lightning wolves.
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Isgerd
Established
Wayfinder
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 23
Physical Description: A shapeshifter who finds it easy to slip into the skin and feathers of a raven, Isgerd was raised by her druidic people in the forest of Gronskog. Not finding a settled life to her taste, she took many detours before she made her way to Vikhafen to offer her services to the Tain as a scout, messenger and guide.
Clothes and Equipment: Tall and leanly muscular, she walks with a light step. Dressed in the colours of the wilderness, browns, greys and greens, she livens up her practical wear with beads and feathers. Her hair is reddish-brown and worn in a long braid. She has pale skin and ice-blue eyes that don't seem to miss much.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: Jul 12, 2018 1:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Isgerd on Mar 1, 2019 12:57:54 GMT -8
To her surprise, despite the difficult shot her arrow hit home and felled one of the beasts straight away. She took a step backwards as she readied another arrow, keeping her eyes on her companions to see which if any needed her help. Rutgard seemed to have his wolf well in hand, whereas Liz and St George were keeping theirs at bay. Isgerd might be able to help with that one if necessary, but she was hesitant to shoot past the griffin. Instead she let the Isran and her beast take care of it unless it looked like either was in danger, and then she would release her arrow. For now though, she held back. “Your guess is as good as mine! Maybe so they can see in the dark? At any rate … make sure you’re not standing in water!” she called back to Liz. Not that being zapped by lightning would be a good move in any case.
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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 Mar 4, 2019 11:39:16 GMT -8
Rutgard's axe bore down into the spine of the wolf and it let out a high pitched whine. But in this very moment the question that Elizabeth had asked herself was to be answered and the little sparks from the lupine's fur gathered into a bolt that traveled the length of Rutgard's axe in an instant releasing a powerful shock into the Taingaardian's body that may not be lethal but could very well throw him backwards and cause heavy disorientation and pain.
Elizabeth herself would find why the wolves were sparking at first hand as the wolf bit the lance and a jolt of lightning traveled the weapon too and found the wielder in similar way as to Rutgard and almost simultaneously the two wolves made the dark corridor light up with their flashes as if it was a bright summer day. Only this summer day ended quite fast and would end in Liz and Rut getting hurt.
Two wolves were down, one incapacitated and the other one dead - but the last one still stood and caused the trouble as it snarled towards the griffin that stood between it and Isgerd.
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Rutgard Isenhall
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 28
Physical Description: 6'2, broad shoulders and strong arms, generally wears his hair in some sort of braid. Avatar is otherwise accurate.
Clothes and Equipment: Rutgard has a distinct lack of caring for finery and generally wears plain clothing of linen or leather. During the winter he has a cloak of fur pieced together by some of the elder women who care for him when he returns from the hunt. He carries a large two handed axe that has been inscribed with ruins along the eye.
Registered: Aug 23, 2018 5:26:27 GMT -8
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Post by Rutgard Isenhall on Mar 5, 2019 1:28:48 GMT -8
Rutgard was the first to find out the true implications of what was sparking between their hairs. The darkness within the hall had not concealed it but Thor was a patron not only to wolves but men as well. He felt his might as he was thrown backwards. Exhilarated as it slid through his body the lightning would find the grounder in the bottom of his boots. His heart got a jump start with it but the landing flat on his back was like a precordial thump.
Landing roughly he'd feel it along his spine later. It took him a moment for him to breathe properly and when he could he drew in deeply scrambling to his feet but when he leaned forward he found himself wavering. Spots in his vision after the light he reached out instinctively for his axe. He had only dropped it when he hit the ground so it rested but an arms length away. He used the head dug into the ground to stand but it would take precious moments, if Isgerd could not bring down the last he would be in harms way.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Mar 5, 2019 9:58:48 GMT -8
The lightning travelled up the length of Liz's lance, into her hand and stopping at the bracelet she wore. The bracelet reacted violently, pushing a feedback that shattered her lance and knocked her sailing off of St. George. St. George's much larger size resulted in only a flinch and an angry smash that was likely to crush the incapacitated wolf with ease.
Liz hit the side if the ravine and then the ground, a sword materializing from the bracelet as she looked about. All was blurry as her focus was slowly regained, but the hesitation was enough that St. George was on his own for the moment. He reared up and roared at the remaining wolf, wings flaring out in an intimidating display of size and strength.
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Isgerd
Established
Wayfinder
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 23
Physical Description: A shapeshifter who finds it easy to slip into the skin and feathers of a raven, Isgerd was raised by her druidic people in the forest of Gronskog. Not finding a settled life to her taste, she took many detours before she made her way to Vikhafen to offer her services to the Tain as a scout, messenger and guide.
Clothes and Equipment: Tall and leanly muscular, she walks with a light step. Dressed in the colours of the wilderness, browns, greys and greens, she livens up her practical wear with beads and feathers. Her hair is reddish-brown and worn in a long braid. She has pale skin and ice-blue eyes that don't seem to miss much.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: Jul 12, 2018 1:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Isgerd on Mar 5, 2019 13:09:48 GMT -8
Isgerd let out an involuntary squeak of shock as she saw Rutgard hit by a bolt of lightning that sent him to the ground. She instantly sent her arrow sailing towards that wolf's eyeball, a pure instinctive reaction in seeing the man she cared about wounded. Hopefully it would easily pierce the second wolf as her first arrow had its brother. Instead of moving back this time she started to run towards him, placing another arrow from her quiver to her bowstring as she went.
A second zap caused her head to whip around to see Liz thrown against the rocky wall. “Liz!” she called the Isran's name in alarm. Events had turned against them quickly, and with two of her comrades down, she had to make her choice. The griffin was fighting for Liz, she had to go to Rutgard.
As she finished the few paces towards him, she saw him thankfully rising back to his feet, but still she stepped in front. Even if St George took care of the other wolf, there could be more beyond. “Are you alright?” she asked Rutgard without turning, then called to Liz, “Liz! Are you still breathing?!”
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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 7, 2019 23:17:29 GMT -8
A continuation...
St. George had taken care of the last wolf and this had the part being able to move on through the tunnel although at this point it had been wise to let Liz and St. George stay back and guard the entrance so Isgerd and Rutgard could continue with the expedition - hopefully able to find what menace had the Taingaardians of old sealing off the place - and dealing with it.
The tunnel may have curled a bit but after a few minutes they would see light on the other end of it - the clear white kind of light that only reflected snow would show them. The snow had arranged itself to cover about half the exit which meant the two would need to crawl out over three to four feet of snow. However the view that met them there was a breathtaking and one of newly fallen snow that glittered in the sun that shone upon it along with trees that stood tall and mighty as well as small rivers that cut through the slightly descending landscape.
However if they looked looked up they would see that the sun was obscured by what looked like a mist when first casting eye on it but diffracted the sun in a way mist would normally not and might arouse the curiosity of Rut and Isgerd. The weather was amiable with little wind and no currently no snow falling in the very vast rocked formed pot of a pass they had entered into.
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Rutgard Isenhall
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 28
Physical Description: 6'2, broad shoulders and strong arms, generally wears his hair in some sort of braid. Avatar is otherwise accurate.
Clothes and Equipment: Rutgard has a distinct lack of caring for finery and generally wears plain clothing of linen or leather. During the winter he has a cloak of fur pieced together by some of the elder women who care for him when he returns from the hunt. He carries a large two handed axe that has been inscribed with ruins along the eye.
Registered: Aug 23, 2018 5:26:27 GMT -8
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Post by Rutgard Isenhall on May 8, 2019 4:40:45 GMT -8
The buzzing sensation that carried after being smacked by pure lightning had a ringing in his ear. One he was incapable of sorting even after rubbing one side and closing his eyes for a moment. The wolves defeated their coats had been a magnificent challenge, and one neither of them were going to argue against utilizing later in some fashion. The hunt demanded they continue and with Liz refusing to remain behind to guard a sordid door, not that he blamed her, it would be necessary to make quick work of it to continue their path.
The passage narrowed at the entrance past the pass itself. The snow was a sight to behold the thickness unlike anything Rut had ever seen before and perhaps would again. "Ladies first?" he joked, but only because he clasped his hands to give them both a boost up onto the packed substance. Once they were up and over he'd do the same joining her for the half crawl before rising into the open air. He assumed St. George could either tear down the snow and crawl out of would squeeze through. It would have been difficult for them to make their way upward through the powder if it had been drawn down towards them first.
He was a hunter in this game, one who looked for the conditions of his challenge. The air was clear, no rain lingered in clouds or snowfall in the thickness of them, but the sun was shielded. "What do you make of that?"
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on May 8, 2019 8:45:04 GMT -8
Rutgerd was not the only one with ringing ears, Liz too felt her whole head ringing after the encounter with the wolves. She let St. George chomp down on the remains of the wolves as reward for his own efforts as she tried to clear her head.
Her comrades insistence that she stay behind was met with disdain, she would not abandon them so easily. Her sword reformed into its bracelet shape as she accepted the aid from Rutgerd in climbing the snow bank. Her arm was still a touch numb from the fight.
"That's the last time I use a metal-core lance." She stated, only half-joking at the matter. St. George burst out of the snow bank behind them, looking quite content at this accomplishment.
"I do not know, I'm guessing this isn't a normal occurrence in your land?"
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Isgerd
Established
Wayfinder
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 23
Physical Description: A shapeshifter who finds it easy to slip into the skin and feathers of a raven, Isgerd was raised by her druidic people in the forest of Gronskog. Not finding a settled life to her taste, she took many detours before she made her way to Vikhafen to offer her services to the Tain as a scout, messenger and guide.
Clothes and Equipment: Tall and leanly muscular, she walks with a light step. Dressed in the colours of the wilderness, browns, greys and greens, she livens up her practical wear with beads and feathers. Her hair is reddish-brown and worn in a long braid. She has pale skin and ice-blue eyes that don't seem to miss much.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: Jul 12, 2018 1:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Isgerd on May 9, 2019 12:43:16 GMT -8
Isgerd was glad to see her companions were not overly harmed by the lightning wolves. She gave Liz's shoulder a pat. “Of course, a warrior who rides a griffon must be made of strong stuff,” she said with a note of admiration for the Isran being game for ploughing ahead despite her injury. “These wolves... their pelts would make some nice cloaks once we get back. Souvenirs of our victory, hm?” While the others recovered their strength, she piled the wolf corpses somewhere cold and dry, pushing snow up around them and marking the spot with a feather pulled from her hair.
She joined Rutgard at the entrance to the pass. A sensible thing would be to stop and make snowshoes, but being manhandled by Rutgard was quicker and arguably more fun, so she allowed herself to be passed up onto the packed snow, finding it not terribly difficult to stand upon. She found herself taken quite aback by the beauty of the view. “It was worth coming just for this,” she said in an awed whisper, blinking out a tear that could well have been from the icy wind. On Rutgard's urging she focused her attention on the strange mist. Cocking her head to one side, she scratched at her neck. “No idea. I've flown in all weathers but I've never seen a mist quite like it.
“Let me scout ahead. If I drop out of the sky don't follow. Stick to the snow away from the rivers, its likely to be more solid. At least we can see a fair distance and there doesn't seem to be anything dangerous around. Aside from us,” she added, with a short laugh, before disrobing once more to take to the black wings of a raven and head upwards into the sky. As well as getting the lay of the land, and seeing if anything more could be found out about the mist, she was using her Wayfinding to look for wolves or wolf like creatures. Where there were some, there could well be more.
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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 10, 2019 11:22:33 GMT -8
The wind was not harsh and did not cut through bones and marrow like the other side - in fact the conditions weren't too bad with the high sun providing a faint heat to the skin when raising one's face towards it. At the same time the snow beneath seemed reasonably firm and they would be able to make strides almost equaling those they'd make on a normal road. Things were quiet ahead but interestingly they were not able to see any wolf paw marks in the snow in front of them although a small family of hares raced over it and left clear marks. A couple of hundred meters later the tree line was starting to show itself and the chances of more feral animals that rabbits were large.
Rising into the sky Isgerd would get an even better look of the same and she would see that the woods were getting slightly denser after the initial tree line was passed - and it was only far past the woods itself that small shadows seemed to roam in the distance. As she was flying even high she would get a much better look at what caused the sun to be blurred like that. Ice. A reasonably thin but surprisingly translucent and sturdy looking dome that seemed to be covering the entirety of the valley but curiously the few specks of snow seemed to pass through the icy membrane only slightly slowed but not hindered in its path.
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Rutgard Isenhall
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 28
Physical Description: 6'2, broad shoulders and strong arms, generally wears his hair in some sort of braid. Avatar is otherwise accurate.
Clothes and Equipment: Rutgard has a distinct lack of caring for finery and generally wears plain clothing of linen or leather. During the winter he has a cloak of fur pieced together by some of the elder women who care for him when he returns from the hunt. He carries a large two handed axe that has been inscribed with ruins along the eye.
Registered: Aug 23, 2018 5:26:27 GMT -8
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Post by Rutgard Isenhall on May 10, 2019 13:12:02 GMT -8
"Mist doesn't travel so high unless surrounded by the mountains themselves," his gaze didn't lower from the curiosity though the more he looked the more he was certain, "Though it seems as if it is shielded and not by god but something more solid in effect."
As Isgerd disrobed in the cold of the snow he would take her clothing from her wrapping it over one arm. Folding it lightly he waited rather patiently, considering the large warrior was antsy when it came to battle. It appeared that when he was not involved in actual combat he was quite content to simply stand still and observe the world around him. Currently, he focused on the tracks placed in the snow. Bending downward he traced the one of the rabbit speaking to Liz who was left beside him, "The wolves were either within the pass itself or can walk softer than a feather here. The latter not being comforting and their weight felt real enough perhaps they were just guardians. Or a warning. Are they keeping something in or keeping us out?"
Either they might find treasure or ruin but neither was really certain. Attempting to estimate the size of the inner section itself their search may be longer than they had time for if they did not find some clue. Certainly there would be tracks to track later?
"Can St. George smell like a bloodhound?" He had an idea but it involved him perhaps smelling something he never had before and with the Griffin being well traveled maybe it would lead them to their prize.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on May 11, 2019 13:27:28 GMT -8
"Be careful Isgerd." Liz said, watching the woman take off into the skies.
"Perhaps both? Keep us out and something else in...or changed by what's around here? Excesses of magic can cause such changes in creatures unless lightning wolves are a common sight in your country." She stated simply, quite curious as to the native fauna.
"His scent is better than ours, but without knowing what we are looking for...and besides, his eyesight is his primary means of locating prey. What in these mountains would be large enough to sustain such wolves?"
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Isgerd
Established
Wayfinder
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 23
Physical Description: A shapeshifter who finds it easy to slip into the skin and feathers of a raven, Isgerd was raised by her druidic people in the forest of Gronskog. Not finding a settled life to her taste, she took many detours before she made her way to Vikhafen to offer her services to the Tain as a scout, messenger and guide.
Clothes and Equipment: Tall and leanly muscular, she walks with a light step. Dressed in the colours of the wilderness, browns, greys and greens, she livens up her practical wear with beads and feathers. Her hair is reddish-brown and worn in a long braid. She has pale skin and ice-blue eyes that don't seem to miss much.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: Jul 12, 2018 1:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Isgerd on May 16, 2019 9:00:42 GMT -8
“If your gods aren't solid, maybe you're worshipping the wrong ones...” she suggested with a grin to Rutgard. “I'm always careful,” she added with a sigh to Liz, before taking off in raven form. There was careful and careful though. Isgerd was curious about the dome of ice and she flew near enough to it that her wingtips brushed against it. Perhaps Rut had not been far off when he suggested something made by the gods.
She circled indicating that she saw no danger and that her team mates could proceed across the snow, then despite Liz's words of caution, she rose into the air, beat her wings to create a burst of speed and took a course that headed straight through the icy dome's membrane. There was no point scouting if she was too careful to seek out the knowledge they needed. Whether she would pass through like the snow specks or bounce off beak first was an unknown quantity and she closed her eyes for a moment expecting impact.
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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 20, 2019 11:58:02 GMT -8
And impact Isgerd would have. The membrane of ice was oddly enough very much like ice and considering the brushing of her wings against it earlier would have told her that objects her size would not be allowed through, it was to be expected what happened afterwards. Finding no way through it the Wayfinder would hope that this exploit would not find its way to Tain Haldar lest he might demote her or - even worse - give out a light chuckle every time her name was on his lips.
The ice was solid and it would be as if flying straight into a wall and the crash likely enough to knock her clean out and send her falling towards somewhere near the middle of the clearing Rutgard and Liz was patiently observing.
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Isgerd
Established
Wayfinder
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 23
Physical Description: A shapeshifter who finds it easy to slip into the skin and feathers of a raven, Isgerd was raised by her druidic people in the forest of Gronskog. Not finding a settled life to her taste, she took many detours before she made her way to Vikhafen to offer her services to the Tain as a scout, messenger and guide.
Clothes and Equipment: Tall and leanly muscular, she walks with a light step. Dressed in the colours of the wilderness, browns, greys and greens, she livens up her practical wear with beads and feathers. Her hair is reddish-brown and worn in a long braid. She has pale skin and ice-blue eyes that don't seem to miss much.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: Jul 12, 2018 1:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Isgerd on May 22, 2019 11:07:29 GMT -8
Maybe she misjudged the speed of the wind or was a little too bold in her swiftness. She certainly misjudged the thickness of the ice, for instead of feeling herself pass through it like a harmless snowflake, or the crack as her sharp beak pierced it, Isgerd felt a hard impact as her bird form bashed straight into an unyielding surface. After that, nothing else. For those watching, as soon as the raven hit the ice dome, Isgerd began to fall, shifting back into her human form as she did so. She plummeted in freezing air down, down, down, until her body hit first the ice, then immediately after, the icy water of a cold mountain lake some hundred feet below. Still unconscious she sank into its frigid depths.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on May 24, 2019 10:03:27 GMT -8
Liz could barely make out the small form of the raven at that distance, but St. George could, and he let out a quick screech and lowered himself to the ground. She knew immediately something went wrong and, trusting in her beloved griffin, hopped on his back.
St. George launched himself off the cliff, angling his wings to pick up speed as he drove after the falling human. He hit the water mere moments after Isgerd did, Liz gasping at the sudden influx of frigid water. Fortunately the pair were not unaccustomed to riding in the water, having trained with the Isran Naval Company of the Dawn Riders, but such cold water was a new one for them. Isgerd's descent should have been slowed considerably by the water, allowing the pair enough time to grab her and get out before running out of air or succumbing to hypothermia.
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