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 Jul 15, 2019 9:54:43 GMT -8
Liz slept fitfully, grateful for the warmth of her companions and the spare clothes Isgerd lent her in the morning. She helped them clear camp and donned her armor, now dry from the day before. Her clothes were not dry yet though, so she draped them over St. George and decided to walk. His thick fur would keep him insulated from her damp clothes.
"What is the plan now?" She asked. "Do we keep hunting or try to help the young boy that you met?"
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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 Jul 17, 2019 20:53:00 GMT -8
Rutgard would not so easily allow Isgerd to wander again, at least not for some time, and he would ask of her to pause for a moment before they broke camp fully. He touched her face gingerly again to reconfirm what he believed last night before tucking her hair behind her ears in the same motion looking down to her, "Not broken as I thought," he surmised aloud his deep voice rumbling. He kissed the very tip of her nose and then her forehead as he drew back just slightly, "And definitely be more careful this time," he added releasing her cheeks where his palms had just rested.
Looking to Liz he had rations within his pack, nothing warm, but filling, and he would distribute it between the three of them long strips of jerky that would have to be chewed thoroughly before being swallowed.
Heading down towards the lake the answer of breakfast settled with that he would redon his own pack and make sure they were comfortable as he set off. His long boots would sink in the snow but he put on snow shoes that had made it through the wreckage yesterday. With him stepping first his weight would pack the snow and they could follow behind him with no issues. The lake was not terribly far and he would come to the edge with the stone. Unclasping the shoes he set them aside and moved towards the water the stone in his hand. He settled it on the edge of the ice and slid it outward hoping it would melt the section and call the boy.
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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 Jul 22, 2019 10:30:19 GMT -8
As the group reached the shore of the lake and Rut put the stone there, it didn't take long before the ice was once again broken and the fair boy's head and shoulders emerged again with a friendly smile.
"You all survived! We were really all very concerned when the owl lady went through the water, but it seems like you have taken properly care of them!" he said to Rutgard before his face turned sorrowful. "As you found out there's a malign magic hanging over the vale encasing it in ice. My people lived here in harmony with your people once many decades ago." he said and looked at Rutgard and Isgerd. "But when the wolves came, bringing with them ice and snow, they drove out the humans who sealed the place shut and we sought refuge in our lake." his eyes narrowed. "Balfram and his minions ate many of my friends back then and no this is the only place we can feel safe." he explained.
"But since you chose to come here, will you help us? If you kill Balfram the others will disperse and so will the magic - perhaps we can once walk the on the ground again?" he pleaded Rutgard and the two others. "I know it's a hard task, but unlike last time where we had no suitable weapons as we lived in peace, things have changed..." he said as suddenly a blonde haired young women appeared beside him carrying a trident with three long, golden spears at the end and a swirling wooden handle. "Stab Balfram in the chest or throat with this and his frosty reign will come to an end!" the boy said as the girl handed the trident over to whomever dared take the mighty weapon.
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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 Jul 28, 2019 11:52:12 GMT -8
Isgerd was curious to see the water folk, and knelt by the edge of the lake as the boy spoke, so as to be more eye-to-eye with the strange boy. “Hmm… we certainly have all survived, with your help, water spirit,” she replied to him, reaching out a hand to ruffle his hair. “It seems we owe you more than our thanks. Only question,” she looked to Liz, “Which one of us is the owl lady? Is St George an owl? Or is that me?”
“We will help you, and … I think Balfram is most likely whom we were sent to hunt in the first place. Do you agree, Rut, Liz? And he was probably the master of those lightning wolves we killed in the cave tunnel.” Isgerd moved back when a lady appeared offering them the trident, making way for Liz or Rutgard to take it. “Both of these two are greater warriors than I,” she explained, “but perhaps there is another weapon you can equip me with – what else do you know of Balfram? Any description will help, or if anyone perhaps had a piece of his fur? The more I know, the easier it will be to find the way to him.”
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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 Aug 2, 2019 9:16:49 GMT -8
Liz took the offered rations gratefully, tossing a strip to St. George, who caught it deftly with his beak.
"Is Balfram the wolf we are here to kill?" She asked of her two companions. "I think you are the owl lady...or maybe it is me? Doesn't really matter I think."
Her bracelet flowed into her hand, creating a beautifully arcane sword that glinted with green lightning arcs.
"I have this, so Rutgard you should take the trident."
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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 Aug 2, 2019 11:01:15 GMT -8
It appeared their quests aligned for they were to seek a monster to destroy and return with for the prize of the championship and this boys people had been oppressed by his arrival. There was no questioning that the wolves were dangerous and Rut had a rather trusting streak that would not allow him to believe there was falsehood in the boys claims. When he had risen the man had actually smiled his hands settled in his pockets as he listened upon the edge of the shore giving him a confirmation, "As they will save me in the end I am sure and have already gotten me out of trouble once."
He spoke of the initial wolves with that last comment before Isgerd sought to take issue as to which one they were referring. She agreed easily to help them as did Elizabeth with her telling Rut to take the trident from the boy.
He would gladly wield such a weapon and had been taught to use spears long ago. As it was not his preferred method of hunting nor killing he did not carry one but it did not mean the skill was not there and the trident was nothing more than a spear with a few extra pointy bits.
Taking it with reverence he hefted it checking the weight as he spoke, "I will do my best to honor such a weapon," he glanced to Liz about the wolf adding, "I believe so as well. It is simply luck that our fates are in line with one another."
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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 Aug 3, 2019 11:58:37 GMT -8
The boy followed Isgerd's eyes without flinching nor pulling back, allowing her to search his azure green eyes if she wished to, and even as she ruffled his hair he did not even blink, only looked up for a moment, as if he did not understand the gesture.
"We're not water spirits, we're merfolk - or we have come to be mere merfolk. Long ago we lived both the rivers, lakes and on the earth and we're called terramerfolk, but because of Balfram we have had to seclude ourselves to the only place he and his ilk cannot reach." he explained to the Wayfinder.
"Oh that would be you - we saw you as you flew towards the ice roof and all gasped when you hit it." he explained, though both of their emotions seemed very limited in that regards. The two looked at each other as Isgerd asked for more weapons to fight Balfram and shook their heads. "No, we only made that one. Weapons also seem a little wasted when you're clumsy." the girl added as the boy nodded with a straight face.
"Well Balfram is big - very big. If you have to ask yourself 'is this Balfram?', then it is not Balfram." the boy asserted, and this time the girl nodded knowingly. "All the wolves smell of Balfram though, and we think they regroup with their leader quite often for some reason." he added and shrugged, the girl shrugging too.
"Good luck to you, may your return be swift and succesful." the boy said as they both smiled when Rutgard promised to make the most of the tool he had gotten, before both slid through the surface and disappeared again. This left the group to again choose the long way around the lake to the left to go through the woods on the other side, or take the short way to the right. Here they would face a slope and possibly dangerous terrain in order to get to the other side of the valley as fast as possible but avoid the forest were ambush might be in the cards.
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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 Aug 14, 2019 13:16:50 GMT -8
“You’re not water spirits but merfolk, and I’m not an owl-lady, but a raven shifter,” Isgerd countered with a grin. “Oh...,” she chuckled nervously, “I meant the weapon of knowledge, which is the best one of all.” Too clumsy for weapons, it was easy to see where they had that impression, and she felt a little embarrassed.
So, Balfram was so big he could not be mistaken, and he smelled like the other wolves. They had the three wolf bodies that they had been meaning to skin for pelts, but was it worth returning just to get a good sniff of them? Probably not given the state of her nose.
“Wait, before you go,” Isgerd plucked a raven feather from her long braid. She held it out to the boy, with a solemn look. “This feather is a druid’s favour, and is given to you as my thanks. For as long as you have it, if you need my aid I will come. The feather will help me find you swiftly… among other things.”
Once the merfolk had gone, she turned to her two companions. “If you give me time to meditate, I can use my skills to find the best path to Balfram. Otherwise we can push on and I’ll try my best to pick up his trail en route.” She looked to Rutgard, and then to Liz.
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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 Aug 18, 2019 5:46:42 GMT -8
"There is no sense in setting off haphazardly. St George and I are skilled in tracking, but your skills are likely superior to that. Unless your meditation takes several days that is." Liz stated calmly, aware that good intelligence could easily be the difference between life and death in such a situation.
"Is he bigger than my griffin here?" She inquired, gesturing to St. George with her sword. "If so, he is quite an impressive wolf."
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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 Sept 1, 2019 15:08:38 GMT -8
Rutgard had seen the gift of a feather before, hidden one before in Isgerd’s home, before they had been called away to this tournament. It seemed some time ago that it occurred but now he realized why Isgerd’s reaction has been as it were then. He recognized them now as significant to not only her but perhaps others who were shifters. Uncertain whether to comment on it or not he had not much to say as to finding the wolf that they sought. A giant wolf sounded suitable for both purposes. If they were to take one back for the tournament it might as well be the one plaguing them as well. It would make for quite the story to say they were set upon by another quest within the first quest. He nodded only once to the boy as he descended below the water.
Rut agreed with Isgerd as to the tracking, "If you can pick the path apart without as much struggle as the distraction of the path itself having to be found it might be best."
He could track well, being trained as a young boy to do so, but they had a wayfinder, and he figured it was her skill to do so and to use her would be seen as an honor towards her kind.
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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 Sept 10, 2019 13:19:05 GMT -8
The boy nodded with a smile.
"Knowledge is important, but to reach the heart of someone like Balfram, you need a big pointy thing to use that knowledge." he explained to Isgerd, though it would not be obvious how much he was joking or being serious. Right before he was about to bid them farewell Isgerd handed him a raven feather as a symbol of gratitude. "Ohh it will? Then I'm very much grateful for that, although we consider ourselves pretty safe down here and have been so for centuries now." he said with a soft smile before looking at Elizabeth. "I did tell you, that you would not be in doubt who Balfram was, did I not?" indicating that it was perhaps the size that set Balfram apart from the others.
When Isgerd would find a suitable place for her meditation, images would suddenly come to her as she reached the place of seeing. Were she and the group to follow the path left, the longer path around the lake, she would see images of forest and a more even descend into the center of the valley - yet behind the trees and hiding in the snow was danger - minions of Balfram who already knew the group to be on the way. Choosing the shorter way to the right was faster and with few enemies, traveling in the open, but also with a much steeper slope, the sudden winds making flight down exceedingly difficult. What Isgerd would choose to endorse as the best road to her target, would be a matter of interpretation, but without more info on her target, this is all she can glean right now.
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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 Sept 18, 2019 12:56:33 GMT -8
Isgerd thanked her two companions for having faith in her with a smile and clasp of their wrists. “It won’t take days … but an hour or two would be best. Now I know what I’m looking for I should be able to pick up some sense of where he is. It would be ideal if I could have a fire or a flame, but if not just somewhere safe and somewhat warm to sit.”
Somewhere under the trees and sheltered from the wind would make a good spot, and Isgerd sat cross-legged, concentrating on all she knew of Balfram. She tried to recall the scents and sounds of the wolves they had fought, the colour and texture of their fur. She let herself reach towards the dome of ice – it gave her a limited area to search in, as her wayfaring sense attempted to locate the giant wolf.
Without knowing how much time had passed, Isgerd opened her eyes. With a look that seemed to be focused on something other than their surroundings, she stood slowly. She saw the wayfarer’s path in front of her, and as she turned, also behind. Minions of Balfram were ahead also, but they had fought those before and won. The smaller wolves did not seem as great a danger to her as the unpredictable forces of nature. “We go this way, around the lake,” she decided, choosing the longer but easier path. “Be prepared that we will find other wolves than Balfram.”
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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 Sept 19, 2019 10:27:27 GMT -8
Liz took the time while Isgerd meditated to care for St. George, pulling out an elegant brush and brushing a lot of the dirt and grime out of his coat. She took care to remove any icicles that had yet to melt and give him some extra food.
The griffin appreciated the extra attention, nuzzling his rider when ever she came close to his beak, and the bond between the pair was evident to anyone watching, the grooming ritual clearly a source of connection and meditation for both of them.
She wrapped up about the time that Isgerd finished, listening to the women's words as she rebuckled her saddle onto St. George, locking eyes with him for a moment before responding.
"We are ready."
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