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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Registered: Dec 1, 2018 1:08:20 GMT -8
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Post by Alverein De Nelethas on Feb 3, 2019 2:18:19 GMT -8
Alverein took the harassment from the birds for all of five seconds before having enough. All Altan and Rune heard was a muttered “I’m too old for this shit.” As flickering blue fire filled his hands as he wove them in a complex pattern, arcane words falling from his lips as he focused the spell to the forward, up, and to the sides. The others might be a bit warmed but…
He finished the casting and fire ran up his arms as he threw them wide and blue, silver, and black flames exploded outwards engulfing much of the flock around them in a roaring inferno. He’d aimed it fairly well, as most of what got neat his companions was a sudden flare of heat and some sparks.
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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 3, 2019 6:18:24 GMT -8
There was no answer to Rune's taunts in the air - only the persistent birds still circling around him while others were being swatted by the mighty meat hooks of Altan. However there were quite a few and perhaps even more had come to the assistance since they started or was it just an illusion? From where they were standing it would be hard to tell. But as Alverein suddenly cast his magic the black cloud of birds around them seemed startled by the effectiveness of his magic as dozens of birds fell to the ground - roasted and charred.
Flapping their wings keeping an even greater distance to the group the birds suddenly flew away in all directions dispersing as if they collectively lost heart in their endeavor - or a decision was taken that they could not win if one places much intelligence in their actions. Apart from a few black feathers still silently gliding to the ground the forest had become quiet and visible again leaving the group to pursue the trail once more.
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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 5, 2019 21:29:14 GMT -8
"Nice job, that seemed to do the trick," Rune said, lowering his sword still dripping with the blood of the birds, "Now we can continue onwards unhindered, and finally find this damned creature."
This was quite a boring hunt thus far, for Rune. It seemed the creature was hiding from them, which was annoying. Especially with its smack talk earlier. If the monster knew of their presence already but still did not show itself, it was most likely setting up an ambush and/or simply waiting for them to walk into an area where it had the advantage in a fight. If that were the case, that would be quite troublesome, but it was what Rune was expecting. Despite his outward eagerness to complete the hunt, he proceeded carefully.
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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 10, 2019 20:14:39 GMT -8
The gout of flame seems to disperse the birds and Altan's gaze tracks to Alverein, giving the man a nod of approval. While his people prized martial prowess they had a healthy respect for shamans and the display of magic certainly put the man in such territory. Rather than immediately taking off again the big man pauses, resting the shaft of his glaive on his shoulder as he strokes his chin. While he was generally impulsive he was trying to put more thought into the things he did and something about what just happened did not stick right with him.
"I do not think stealth will be of much use going forward." He says after a moment. "The bird's behavior was unnatural and this creature we hunt is clearly intelligent. More than likely it was controlling the birds, as such, we should assume that it can control other creatures of the swamp and see through their eyes." Which wasn't to say they should eschew stealth and caution, only that they should be aware of the potential going forward. With that said he once again takes the lead with his impressive strides, making his way forward on high alert.
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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 13:11:13 GMT -8
The team was certainly able to make sizable strides to progress now and the hostility they had encountered was gone as if vaporized and for a while the forest seemed just like a forest. But after an hour or two the one taking point would find a odd 'artifact' stuffed into a hole in a nearby tree. If removed from the tree one would most likely be grossed out by the artifact that resembled some kind of bug with little sticks for legs and a squishy pulp of flesh and bones being tied together into a body.
The team would already be able to see that many trees around her had been carved into and a red gel of a sort either seeped out or had been placed there by some ritual. A few animals crossed their paths but the mammals here seemed oddly besides themselves - an elk might trip over a stick or a squirrel might blindly walk over the edge of a branch and fall down into the thicket. Dim eyed and confused the animals seemed, and for no apparent reason other than the fact that they were getting deeper into the swamp and the team would start to notice the humidity rising and a slight reeking scent.
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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 23, 2019 11:35:47 GMT -8
Rune wasn't taking point, so he didn't notice the strange bugs in the holes of the trees immediately. The first thing Rune noticed actually was the scent, it smelled like something rotting to him.
"Ugh, what a disgusting place," he complained, eyeing some of the creatures and the strange bugs in the trees with a look of disgust. As they moved forward the nastiness only seemed to get worse to Rune.
"I wonder if this is the work of our quarry..." he said aloud, even though he didn't expect a response from Altan. The large man seemed to have been ignoring him thus far. His gaze wandered over to a squirrel on a nearby branch, mindlessly walking off of it and tumbling down through the branches, how strange!
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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 28, 2019 7:14:44 GMT -8
As the scent worsened and the behavior of the animals became strange Altan frowned. He did not touch the strange bug-like artifact, nor the odd red sap that was leaking from the trees. This was all concerning and with an absent motion he draws out a cloth from a pouch and draws it across his nose and mouth. "Vapors mayhaps." He growls to his companions. "They leak out from the mountain sometimes and they can cause those who inhale them to act strangely." With this done, he considers the artifact probing at with his limited magical senses trying to discern what if any significance it has.
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