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 Jan 16, 2019 15:16:00 GMT -8
Mistylight Swamp is located close to Vildmose in the northern part of the eastern forest in Taingaard. It is infamous for its magic volatility where every tree, plant and animal seems to have been skewed by magic - or even been abused by it as if magic had its own twisted intentions. This region presents its guests with huge trees, but also abnormalities like small trees growing from large trees, animals with more legs or heads than usually and the general feeling of being watched and sometimes even... followed by the trees. Mistylight Swamp is definitely a deceptive place and any travelers must be wary of not getting lost as the place is already quite deep inside the forest. |
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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 Jan 17, 2019 23:41:32 GMT -8
Rune, Altan and Alverein would have been traveling straight east from Vikhafen over the rugged plains to reach the forest in which Mistylight Swamp was located and was now face with a wall of green. However the swamp was not easily accessible and the group was face with a choice of either going through the forest or circling left around to get to a place where they had to go through less forest to get to their destination.
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Rune Naimon IV
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Rune is an androgynous young man, easily described as beautiful as he leans more on the feminine side. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, their colors bright and dazzling, yet unnatural. His hair is a light pink and his eyes a vivid purple. His hair is very long, reaching to his waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes in some areas. Along with this he wears a white furry cloak. One should note that his armor is adorned with numerous magical enchantments.
At his belt he wears a simple sword, though it is also a heavily enchanted weapon with the ability to reshape itself extensively, such as into different weapons.
Image of equipment: https://i.imgur.com/bJvBzot.jpg
Aside from his combat gear, Rune will usually wear whatever he feels like wearing.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 18:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Jan 18, 2019 9:44:58 GMT -8
Rune would arrive at the swamp, along with his teammates hopefully. Immediately they were faced with a wall of green, which was quite inconvenient.
"I swear they picked the hardest area for us to hunt! Little is known about its inhabitants they say... that is the most unhelpful statement ever. I'd much rather take Kharg, at least then we know what we are dealing with..." he complained, before an idea popped into his head.
"Say, it would be pretty stupid to just charge right into this swamp filled with unknown magic and creatures, what's stopping us from just going and killing Kharg before the other team does? I don't think it would be against the rules if we can find and kill Kharg first."
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Altan of The Qara'Möngke
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 22
Physical Description: Towering over most men, with shoulders as broad as the mountains Altan is everything a Tamorjin Man of The Mountains should be. With a chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, brutish brow, and dark eyes he would be considered ruggedly handsome even in the more gentle parts of the world. The only mar of his features is three great scars running down his right eye and cheek from when he was raked by a mighty bears paw.
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Post by Altan of The Qara'Möngke on Jan 18, 2019 13:26:05 GMT -8
The small, Altan still was not certain it was a, man decided to lead the way to the swamp. The mountain man had never been to a swamp and as they approach the thick barrier of green he cocks his head curiously. It was new and new things often presented a challenge as you adjust to then, something that made the massive man grin a rather unsettling predatory grin.
It did not last long as Rune starts talking and by the time the small finishes Altan is looking down at the other "man."
"If you are so unmanned by a challenge that you would try to sabotage another's hunt perhaps this is the wrong place for you. Even if it was not explicitly against the rules to travel to another'state hunting ground or interfere with their hunt I would not turn tail and flee simply because I did not know what dangers I may face. If you require such certainty than I pity your woman for having to deal with such weak men."
With that said the large man stalks further into the swamp. Despite his size he moved well, stealth could be improved by being light of foot but even a giant like Altan could learn how to step lightly and where to place his feet to reduce noise.
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Alverein De Nelethas
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 687
Physical Description: Having lived through more than his fair share of trials in his life, Alverein appears slightly more weathered than the average elf of his age, appearing more towards his Middle Ages then he might otherwise. His hair is a mix of black and grey, the salt and pepper effect having barely come into contact with his beard. The very top of his left ear is missing and a cross-like scare marks his left eye, though thankfully he didn’t lose the eye itself.
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Clothes and Equipment: His usual outfit is a white shirt tucked into dark pants with his usual boots which are grey with elven glyphs worked into it in silver.
His weapons are storied blades in their own right, having existed long before he was even an idea, and probably continuing to do so long after he is naught but dust and half forgotten legend.
The Eclipse Blade, Teuvel Tel Fadien Teuivae: with a handle of dark iron bound in leather, and a scabbard of the same, until drawn Teuivae can seem like an ordinary sword of no great importance. Once drawn however it's magical nature is quite evident. The blade changes with the phase of the moon, variably seemingly made of a metal the color of moonlight and the night sky. The materials change the percentage of the weapon constructed as the moon waxes and wanes, becoming made of more moon-steel while waxing until being fully so on the nights of the full moon, and the shadowy stuff of night while waning until being fully so during a new moon.
The blade of Neverwinter has a cross guard shaped like the Sigil of the city who shares its name, both taking their name from the man who lead to the creation of both, an egg sized ruby being set into the iris on both sides.
The Neverwinter Shortsword: On his opposite hip rises the paired number of the blade, a shortsword created years after as much as a ceremonial twin as one for the battlefield. It shares a common look with its elder, though is not as distinct.
In his other hand more often than not however his black staff stands, a simple construction of wood so dark it almost seems to absorb light when it is not cracking with violet Eldritch energy.
His armor is an archaic custom creation of his, based off of several designs and made to provide equal parts defense and maneuverability for a magic user and crafted from mithral and materials harvested from a black dragon.
His cloak is of fine make, and lined with dark grey winter wolf fur. The natural abilities of the beast it's made from protects him from temperatures well below freezing.
At his back is his bag of holding, though you’d never be able to pick it out as magical from a dozen average satchels. Beaten and travel-worn, it’s been there more often than not, and he owes most of what little he has left to it’s magical depths.
The Key of Khrazan is what he owes for the rest of what he still has, when inserted into a door's lock and turned it opens a gate between that door and a pocket of space like a bag of holding that's 30ft wide x 120ft long x 30ft high. Inside is furnished with wood walls and a stone floor. Once the door is closed it will open back up to normal place it would access until the room is opened up from inside. If the door has been shut the only way to contact it from the outside world is by placing the key's matched doorknocker against the door and knocking with it.
He has several rings and a few other trinkets on him at all times, mementos from his former life.
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Post by Alverein De Nelethas on Jan 19, 2019 5:35:51 GMT -8
Alverein had joined with the pair as they had moved to journey to the swamp as one of the people organizing the hunt had informed him his partner had other obligations draw them away which had ended with him joining the group.
As they walked through the swamp he made about as much noise as the breeze that accompanied them, apparently familiar with such surroundings, though he dressed like and had the air of a wealthy merchant or lesser aristocrat but carried himself like an experienced warrior. The fine Shortsword hanging at his hip was well cared for and well used though it was obvious to the sharp eyed that he was used to walking with a longer blade.
He let his gaze drift over their surroundings as he listened to the other two talk, deciding to add his two coppers worth when Altan finished speaking.
“I doubt the judges would look kindly on us poaching another groups kill.” He said curtly as he eyed a group of deer their moment startled. They looked like your average white tail if you ignored the fact they were half again as large and had three eyes and six legs. “And I have a feeling we will find more then our fair share of dangerous quarry in this place.” He finished as he crouched and compared his hand to a wolf track that dwarfed it. Even though he had seen its equal in size he still felt a path of relief that it was days old.
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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 Jan 19, 2019 7:17:41 GMT -8
The members may have thought they had entered the Mistylight Swamp, however they still had a forest to make their way through yet. The forest however did contain swampy parts and one might want to be careful not putting your foot the wrong places. Animals, trees and the very forest looked at large normal although in some cases one or two anomalies might show themselves to the group proving they were heading the right direction. The team would not be in doubt once they had reached the swamp itself though.
A short while after entering the forest a group of birds would suddenly take flight behind a few trees a good hundred feet away although nothing in particular would seem to have frightened them.
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Rune Naimon IV
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Rune is an androgynous young man, easily described as beautiful as he leans more on the feminine side. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, their colors bright and dazzling, yet unnatural. His hair is a light pink and his eyes a vivid purple. His hair is very long, reaching to his waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes in some areas. Along with this he wears a white furry cloak. One should note that his armor is adorned with numerous magical enchantments.
At his belt he wears a simple sword, though it is also a heavily enchanted weapon with the ability to reshape itself extensively, such as into different weapons.
Image of equipment: https://i.imgur.com/bJvBzot.jpg
Aside from his combat gear, Rune will usually wear whatever he feels like wearing.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 18:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Jan 19, 2019 10:01:49 GMT -8
"Well, the men who act so recklessly usually die very quickly where I'm from, and the women aren't particularly into corpses either," Rune commented in a sing-song voice, smiling at the large man. Rune was quite annoying like that at times, always getting in the last word. He was a teenager after all.
He didn't say anything further though, as he followed along with Altan. He would closely watch the forest around them, expecting the worst. He focused mainly on watching their flanks, as he figured Altan would be able to spot anything ahead of them, or if not, any creatures would probably target the big man first anyways.
While watching his surroundings closely for any creatures waiting to ambush them, Rune would also be looking for a few other things, namely footprints, disturbed foliage, or even broken branches left behind by bigger creatures that could be roaming about. His attention was drawn towards the flight of birds ahead immediately though. Birds were also a good indicator at times, though he didn't see anything ahead. Still, Rune was suspicious, and he looked towards his companions to see if they also were suspicious of the birds being disturbed.
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Altan of The Qara'Möngke
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 22
Physical Description: Towering over most men, with shoulders as broad as the mountains Altan is everything a Tamorjin Man of The Mountains should be. With a chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, brutish brow, and dark eyes he would be considered ruggedly handsome even in the more gentle parts of the world. The only mar of his features is three great scars running down his right eye and cheek from when he was raked by a mighty bears paw.
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Post by Altan of The Qara'Möngke on Jan 19, 2019 18:06:55 GMT -8
"Well said."
Altan rumbles in response Alverein's comments. It appeared that at least one of the outlanders had something akin to a backbone, the small one was not worth concerning himself with any longer though.
The thicker patch of forest is no more an impediment to Altan's presence than a well-oiled door. Barring some magical strength to the branches he would push through where the forest was thin or slive through where it proved thick enough that he could not pass without some silence. As he had yet to see any sign of worthy prey he was not going out of his way to being overly silent, of course, he was unaware that the wolf tracks Alverien had spotted were unusual in the lowlands. Beasts fed Avarga root, or beasts who feasted on things fed with it, were just that large in Tamorjin lands.
The only time he paused was when he heard birds taking wing just off where their trail would take them. Once he homed in on their location he adjusts course going a tad slower and with greater care to be silent.
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Alverein De Nelethas
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 687
Physical Description: Having lived through more than his fair share of trials in his life, Alverein appears slightly more weathered than the average elf of his age, appearing more towards his Middle Ages then he might otherwise. His hair is a mix of black and grey, the salt and pepper effect having barely come into contact with his beard. The very top of his left ear is missing and a cross-like scare marks his left eye, though thankfully he didn’t lose the eye itself.
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Clothes and Equipment: His usual outfit is a white shirt tucked into dark pants with his usual boots which are grey with elven glyphs worked into it in silver.
His weapons are storied blades in their own right, having existed long before he was even an idea, and probably continuing to do so long after he is naught but dust and half forgotten legend.
The Eclipse Blade, Teuvel Tel Fadien Teuivae: with a handle of dark iron bound in leather, and a scabbard of the same, until drawn Teuivae can seem like an ordinary sword of no great importance. Once drawn however it's magical nature is quite evident. The blade changes with the phase of the moon, variably seemingly made of a metal the color of moonlight and the night sky. The materials change the percentage of the weapon constructed as the moon waxes and wanes, becoming made of more moon-steel while waxing until being fully so on the nights of the full moon, and the shadowy stuff of night while waning until being fully so during a new moon.
The blade of Neverwinter has a cross guard shaped like the Sigil of the city who shares its name, both taking their name from the man who lead to the creation of both, an egg sized ruby being set into the iris on both sides.
The Neverwinter Shortsword: On his opposite hip rises the paired number of the blade, a shortsword created years after as much as a ceremonial twin as one for the battlefield. It shares a common look with its elder, though is not as distinct.
In his other hand more often than not however his black staff stands, a simple construction of wood so dark it almost seems to absorb light when it is not cracking with violet Eldritch energy.
His armor is an archaic custom creation of his, based off of several designs and made to provide equal parts defense and maneuverability for a magic user and crafted from mithral and materials harvested from a black dragon.
His cloak is of fine make, and lined with dark grey winter wolf fur. The natural abilities of the beast it's made from protects him from temperatures well below freezing.
At his back is his bag of holding, though you’d never be able to pick it out as magical from a dozen average satchels. Beaten and travel-worn, it’s been there more often than not, and he owes most of what little he has left to it’s magical depths.
The Key of Khrazan is what he owes for the rest of what he still has, when inserted into a door's lock and turned it opens a gate between that door and a pocket of space like a bag of holding that's 30ft wide x 120ft long x 30ft high. Inside is furnished with wood walls and a stone floor. Once the door is closed it will open back up to normal place it would access until the room is opened up from inside. If the door has been shut the only way to contact it from the outside world is by placing the key's matched doorknocker against the door and knocking with it.
He has several rings and a few other trinkets on him at all times, mementos from his former life.
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Post by Alverein De Nelethas on Jan 20, 2019 5:12:36 GMT -8
Alverein had a considering expression as he watched the flock of birds take flight in the distance, a glimmer of interest in his eyes.
“Well, regardless I believe we have a hunt to execute. Lead onwards companions, I’m sure that we will find this interesting.” He said before falling silent again, seeming to almost fade into the background as they traveled.
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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 Jan 20, 2019 12:26:21 GMT -8
There was little in the forest telling Rune about any creatures worth fearing apart from deer, rabbits and squirrels if those were anything to be counted. Still the birds that had taken flight so suddenly apparently did not scatter and the flock of black birds with orange beaks descended around the group in the nearby trees and on the ground to form a circle around them. It was by no means enough to block their passage but the birds seemed to keenly observe the three people their heads and feet restless as if they wanted to see what happened. What would they do?
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Rune Naimon IV
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Rune is an androgynous young man, easily described as beautiful as he leans more on the feminine side. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, their colors bright and dazzling, yet unnatural. His hair is a light pink and his eyes a vivid purple. His hair is very long, reaching to his waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes in some areas. Along with this he wears a white furry cloak. One should note that his armor is adorned with numerous magical enchantments.
At his belt he wears a simple sword, though it is also a heavily enchanted weapon with the ability to reshape itself extensively, such as into different weapons.
Image of equipment: https://i.imgur.com/bJvBzot.jpg
Aside from his combat gear, Rune will usually wear whatever he feels like wearing.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 18:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Jan 21, 2019 9:25:45 GMT -8
Rune watched the birds for now. They were strange creatures to him, he had never seen such birds with orange beaks and black coloration such as these. They didn't seem like a threat, but still, their behavior made Rune wonder what could be going on. His immediate thought was that these birds were scavengers of some sort, perhaps waiting for the trio to be dispatched by whatever monster was lurking nearby, before feeding on whatever remained.
"These birds, I think they could be scavengers, like vultures. They seem to know something we don't too, it's as if they expect us to be corpses any minute now..." he said, looking at the restless birds.
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Altan of The Qara'Möngke
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 22
Physical Description: Towering over most men, with shoulders as broad as the mountains Altan is everything a Tamorjin Man of The Mountains should be. With a chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, brutish brow, and dark eyes he would be considered ruggedly handsome even in the more gentle parts of the world. The only mar of his features is three great scars running down his right eye and cheek from when he was raked by a mighty bears paw.
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Post by Altan of The Qara'Möngke on Jan 22, 2019 19:36:52 GMT -8
Altan cocks his head to the side curiously as he sees the birds land. This was not normal behavior, a flock disturbed did not return to roost so quickly or so near where they were chased off. Something was up and if Altan was to hazard a guess he would say something was pulling at the world strings. He knew the outlanders could such, indeed, from what he heard it was more common outside of the mountains.
Taking a breath he clears his mind and attempts to reach out to the birds, tugging on the wild natural power of the green string. His attempt was clumsy, to say the least. Of all the things he practiced his talent with the world strings was the most neglected though the death of his father had inspired him to take it more seriously.
Ignoring Rune's whimpering Altan proceeds forward with the same caution as before. The birds were certainly an indication of something and if it was something dangerous so much the better. After all, a hunt was only worthy if the hunter risked his own life for the kill.
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Alverein De Nelethas
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 687
Physical Description: Having lived through more than his fair share of trials in his life, Alverein appears slightly more weathered than the average elf of his age, appearing more towards his Middle Ages then he might otherwise. His hair is a mix of black and grey, the salt and pepper effect having barely come into contact with his beard. The very top of his left ear is missing and a cross-like scare marks his left eye, though thankfully he didn’t lose the eye itself.
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Clothes and Equipment: His usual outfit is a white shirt tucked into dark pants with his usual boots which are grey with elven glyphs worked into it in silver.
His weapons are storied blades in their own right, having existed long before he was even an idea, and probably continuing to do so long after he is naught but dust and half forgotten legend.
The Eclipse Blade, Teuvel Tel Fadien Teuivae: with a handle of dark iron bound in leather, and a scabbard of the same, until drawn Teuivae can seem like an ordinary sword of no great importance. Once drawn however it's magical nature is quite evident. The blade changes with the phase of the moon, variably seemingly made of a metal the color of moonlight and the night sky. The materials change the percentage of the weapon constructed as the moon waxes and wanes, becoming made of more moon-steel while waxing until being fully so on the nights of the full moon, and the shadowy stuff of night while waning until being fully so during a new moon.
The blade of Neverwinter has a cross guard shaped like the Sigil of the city who shares its name, both taking their name from the man who lead to the creation of both, an egg sized ruby being set into the iris on both sides.
The Neverwinter Shortsword: On his opposite hip rises the paired number of the blade, a shortsword created years after as much as a ceremonial twin as one for the battlefield. It shares a common look with its elder, though is not as distinct.
In his other hand more often than not however his black staff stands, a simple construction of wood so dark it almost seems to absorb light when it is not cracking with violet Eldritch energy.
His armor is an archaic custom creation of his, based off of several designs and made to provide equal parts defense and maneuverability for a magic user and crafted from mithral and materials harvested from a black dragon.
His cloak is of fine make, and lined with dark grey winter wolf fur. The natural abilities of the beast it's made from protects him from temperatures well below freezing.
At his back is his bag of holding, though you’d never be able to pick it out as magical from a dozen average satchels. Beaten and travel-worn, it’s been there more often than not, and he owes most of what little he has left to it’s magical depths.
The Key of Khrazan is what he owes for the rest of what he still has, when inserted into a door's lock and turned it opens a gate between that door and a pocket of space like a bag of holding that's 30ft wide x 120ft long x 30ft high. Inside is furnished with wood walls and a stone floor. Once the door is closed it will open back up to normal place it would access until the room is opened up from inside. If the door has been shut the only way to contact it from the outside world is by placing the key's matched doorknocker against the door and knocking with it.
He has several rings and a few other trinkets on him at all times, mementos from his former life.
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Post by Alverein De Nelethas on Jan 22, 2019 19:45:03 GMT -8
Alverein turned so that his back was to the other two, watching their backs. As his father had always said “Remember to look behind lest you find knives in your spine.”
He had seen enough strange things in his life to know that when animals acted strangely there was an external force acting upon them often as not. He looked around warily with a slight grimace. He hoped it wasn’t a leshen. Even the youngest of that type of fae could bring death at a moments notice if you offended it’s territory.
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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 Jan 23, 2019 13:01:54 GMT -8
As Altan tried to reach out the birds would chirp and flap their wings making a ruckus among themselves as if an alarm had been set off. If nothing else Altan would find that these birds had forcibly resisted his attempt to communicate and seemed infuriated that he had. One of the birds would flaps its wings and take off flying straight past Altan's head as he would have surely felt its feathers. One more. Two and then three before the rest of them rose in the air and without actually attacking the group the birds would presence would be highly annoying by obscuring their view and revealing their to anyone in the vicinity.
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Rune Naimon IV
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Rune is an androgynous young man, easily described as beautiful as he leans more on the feminine side. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, their colors bright and dazzling, yet unnatural. His hair is a light pink and his eyes a vivid purple. His hair is very long, reaching to his waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes in some areas. Along with this he wears a white furry cloak. One should note that his armor is adorned with numerous magical enchantments.
At his belt he wears a simple sword, though it is also a heavily enchanted weapon with the ability to reshape itself extensively, such as into different weapons.
Image of equipment: https://i.imgur.com/bJvBzot.jpg
Aside from his combat gear, Rune will usually wear whatever he feels like wearing.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 18:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Jan 25, 2019 8:43:44 GMT -8
Rune looked around, his purple eyes darting to and fro as the birds flapped around. He was restless at this point, more than ready to have the fighting begin. He couldn't wait to see Altan's face when the monster finally turned up and he killed it. The man seemed to be underestimating him very much, for reasons he didn't know of. After all, most others seemed smart enough to at least not judge a book by its cover in this world filled with magic and other strange things.
Speaking of, Rune felt danger was close as well, and he mentally, and magically prepared himself. He drew his sword from his hip. It was a small arming sword, proportioned to its user. One would probably think, how could he possibly kill any monster with such a blade? Once again there was more to the blade than meets the eye as if one were to look very closely the blade shimmered for but a moment with purple mana as the blade was charged.
As the birds began harassing them and flying near, Rune's blade seemed to flicker in the air when a bird got too close, striking out like a viper with speed and precision to sever their heads one by one. His movements were fast enough to be hard to track by eye alone.
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Altan of The Qara'Möngke
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 22
Physical Description: Towering over most men, with shoulders as broad as the mountains Altan is everything a Tamorjin Man of The Mountains should be. With a chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, brutish brow, and dark eyes he would be considered ruggedly handsome even in the more gentle parts of the world. The only mar of his features is three great scars running down his right eye and cheek from when he was raked by a mighty bears paw.
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Post by Altan of The Qara'Möngke on Jan 25, 2019 16:24:49 GMT -8
Altan frowns as he feels his attempt at communication rebuked. Birds should not have the presence of mind to resist the strings, very strange indeed. Still, strange often meant challenging and there were few things that excited the mountain man more than a challenge. Not even flinching as the bird flies past his head he continues to move further ignoring the ruckus being caused. If the birds drew their game to them, so much the better.
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Alverein De Nelethas
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 687
Physical Description: Having lived through more than his fair share of trials in his life, Alverein appears slightly more weathered than the average elf of his age, appearing more towards his Middle Ages then he might otherwise. His hair is a mix of black and grey, the salt and pepper effect having barely come into contact with his beard. The very top of his left ear is missing and a cross-like scare marks his left eye, though thankfully he didn’t lose the eye itself.
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Clothes and Equipment: His usual outfit is a white shirt tucked into dark pants with his usual boots which are grey with elven glyphs worked into it in silver.
His weapons are storied blades in their own right, having existed long before he was even an idea, and probably continuing to do so long after he is naught but dust and half forgotten legend.
The Eclipse Blade, Teuvel Tel Fadien Teuivae: with a handle of dark iron bound in leather, and a scabbard of the same, until drawn Teuivae can seem like an ordinary sword of no great importance. Once drawn however it's magical nature is quite evident. The blade changes with the phase of the moon, variably seemingly made of a metal the color of moonlight and the night sky. The materials change the percentage of the weapon constructed as the moon waxes and wanes, becoming made of more moon-steel while waxing until being fully so on the nights of the full moon, and the shadowy stuff of night while waning until being fully so during a new moon.
The blade of Neverwinter has a cross guard shaped like the Sigil of the city who shares its name, both taking their name from the man who lead to the creation of both, an egg sized ruby being set into the iris on both sides.
The Neverwinter Shortsword: On his opposite hip rises the paired number of the blade, a shortsword created years after as much as a ceremonial twin as one for the battlefield. It shares a common look with its elder, though is not as distinct.
In his other hand more often than not however his black staff stands, a simple construction of wood so dark it almost seems to absorb light when it is not cracking with violet Eldritch energy.
His armor is an archaic custom creation of his, based off of several designs and made to provide equal parts defense and maneuverability for a magic user and crafted from mithral and materials harvested from a black dragon.
His cloak is of fine make, and lined with dark grey winter wolf fur. The natural abilities of the beast it's made from protects him from temperatures well below freezing.
At his back is his bag of holding, though you’d never be able to pick it out as magical from a dozen average satchels. Beaten and travel-worn, it’s been there more often than not, and he owes most of what little he has left to it’s magical depths.
The Key of Khrazan is what he owes for the rest of what he still has, when inserted into a door's lock and turned it opens a gate between that door and a pocket of space like a bag of holding that's 30ft wide x 120ft long x 30ft high. Inside is furnished with wood walls and a stone floor. Once the door is closed it will open back up to normal place it would access until the room is opened up from inside. If the door has been shut the only way to contact it from the outside world is by placing the key's matched doorknocker against the door and knocking with it.
He has several rings and a few other trinkets on him at all times, mementos from his former life.
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Post by Alverein De Nelethas on Jan 30, 2019 8:12:37 GMT -8
Alverein frowned as the birds dispersed, his gaze still scanning the trees. Those didn’t feel like birds, they felt like watchers and acted like some familiars he’d met. They weren’t alone in this forest, would probably be even less so in the swamp.
“Tread lightly m’lads, I think there’s something feeling us out.” He muttered darkly, his voice unconsciously falling into the brogue of the old mentor who he had just quoted.
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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 1, 2019 3:51:47 GMT -8
The birds were pesky and persistent creatures but it seemed that Rune had the right idea as the birds, being cut down one by one, were starting to put a little distance between themselves and Rune. Altan wasn't that lucky and the birds saw ignoring them as a sign they could harass him even more and the fluttering of wings would make it near impossible to see where he was heading as well as their beaks starting taking small pokes to Altan's face.
The birds would harass Alverein in the same way and it seemed like these birds were adamant to make sure the group could neither see navigate nor wanted to move on and they were a hurdle that demanded the group's attention.
"Do not enter. I will consume any who does. Be it man or creature!" a sullen voice suddenly echoed through the woods as if it came from all directions at the same time though the birds continued their pecking at the group.
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Rune Naimon IV
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Rune is an androgynous young man, easily described as beautiful as he leans more on the feminine side. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, their colors bright and dazzling, yet unnatural. His hair is a light pink and his eyes a vivid purple. His hair is very long, reaching to his waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes in some areas. Along with this he wears a white furry cloak. One should note that his armor is adorned with numerous magical enchantments.
At his belt he wears a simple sword, though it is also a heavily enchanted weapon with the ability to reshape itself extensively, such as into different weapons.
Image of equipment: https://i.imgur.com/bJvBzot.jpg
Aside from his combat gear, Rune will usually wear whatever he feels like wearing.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 18:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Feb 2, 2019 12:46:53 GMT -8
Rune laughed, as he cut down another bird, the blood of the creature splattering through the air, though not a drop landed on Rune, as he intended.
"Haha! They seem to have smartened up now, only took so long, dumb-" Rune began, growing more confident now that the birds were staying away, before his sentence was cut off by the voice echoing through the trees.
"Eaten? Ha ha! I'd like to see you try!" Rune called out, hoping the creature could hear him.
"I never expected the monster we were hunting to be able to speak, that's a rare one. This should be fun," Rune said to Alverin and Altan.
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Altan of The Qara'Möngke
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 22
Physical Description: Towering over most men, with shoulders as broad as the mountains Altan is everything a Tamorjin Man of The Mountains should be. With a chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, brutish brow, and dark eyes he would be considered ruggedly handsome even in the more gentle parts of the world. The only mar of his features is three great scars running down his right eye and cheek from when he was raked by a mighty bears paw.
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Registered: Nov 5, 2018 16:39:57 GMT -8
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Post by Altan of The Qara'Möngke on Feb 2, 2019 16:14:05 GMT -8
Seeing that the birds were becoming more nuisance that annoyance Altan begins to effortless swat at the feathery things as a normal man may swat at mosquitos. Considering the relative size of the mountain man this wasn't so far off in scale as one might think and any powerful blow that landed would likely shatter the hollow bones of the birds without much effort. Still, he did not seem to be harmed by their pecks the bird's beaks barely seeming able to penetrate the thick hide of his skin.
When the voice spoke he cocked his head curiously listening to it. "The way that was said sounds less like a threat and more like a sullen child protesting his chores." Which was to say he was not impressed by the warning. Still, for the moment he could indeed go no further. The birds were blinding him and while he would bullrush into most things he liked to be able to see when he did so.
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