Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252 
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Aug 8, 2015 12:34:22 GMT -8
Rani was surprised when she was addressed by Ralf after Max going upstairs, "Oh? No I can't say they have, most of my ancestors stayed in da jungle most their lives. The Holy Warrior sometimes tells me his stories of battle."
Rani remembers the story of her ancestor's death, "He died fighting to his last breath. Da steps of da pyramid were littered with bodies, most of them enemies he had slain on his way up. His teal skin was stained red by the blood of himself and those who died in combat, He had taken many attackers, his body a pincushion of arrows and covered in lacerations from blades. He knew he was near his destined end, but he would give more blood to his god in return for the gifts he had received throughout his life. He continued to kill until he met his end, impaled from all sides with spears."
"His glorious battle finished he looked up at the sun and joined his ancestors." Rani finished that story and took another sip.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299 
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Aug 8, 2015 12:47:54 GMT -8
"This... Holy Warrior. Who was he fighting? Who was it that attacked his people? Does he speak to you because he is your ancestor? He seems to have suffered the same fate as my father, who was killed as the lone defender of Gripclass Pass."
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Kirian Krysin
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Physical Description: A young warrior and minor noble who believes greatly in justice and honour. He roams the land looking for someone worthy to serve with his martial skills, which he has been honing for most of his life.
His preferred weapon is the spear and he is known as an excellent cavalryman, known among his peers for leading the charge from the front and being capable of breaking through strong defences - alone if need be. He is also a surprisingly able leader and tactician, though strategy isn't his strongest suit.
Registered: Jul 31, 2015 13:22:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kirian Krysin on Aug 8, 2015 12:59:32 GMT -8
"HA!"
Krysin was positively drunk now, thus far too boystrous not to speak in on other people's conversations. "How high and mighty you all must be with.. With your holy father's and warriors and your dying for good deeds and epic quests of heroishm..!"
"My father.. Ish dead! And alive! At the same time!" He was all but laughing. "He's so unholy that he can't go near temples! And he's killed lots of innocent people and done horrifying things, spilling rivers of blood and eating babies and who knows what else?!"
One of the security guards nearby came and pushed him down on his seat until he was sitting in it, which caused him to loudly burp.
"I blame my mother. Witch and bitch..."
His eyes fell shut and he looked as though he was about to fall unconscious.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Aug 8, 2015 13:01:54 GMT -8
Ralf squinted his eyes in disgust at the drunken Krysin. But he then similarly cast a similar glare at Hirhan. The drunken stupor of some men, he thought.
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Hirhan
Dedicated
Braving the desert heat in search of ancient relics.
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 50
Physical Description: Weathered, serious looking (though in actuality not serious at all). Tall and lanky.
Clothes and Equipment: >A well worn robe favored by lecturers.
>Several weighty tomes, filled with information on the arcane. >Heavily bookmarked and earmarked, well used.
>A journal and accompanying scribe's toolkit.
>A rod of polished rosewood wood carved with arcane sigils. This blasting rod allows fine control, and helps Hirhan to channel more energy than he normally could.
>A medallion, featuring a pair of carved hands. This trinket helps absorb incoming missiles, and is somewhat effective at blocking magical attacks. Useless in a melee.
>A pouch of coins.
>A pair of glasses covered in lenses, which allow him to see that which mortal eyes cannot view.
>A vambrace which can store a single spell of later casting.
>An athame.
Player's online availability : Lol
Registered: Jul 30, 2015 17:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Hirhan on Aug 8, 2015 13:27:19 GMT -8
Hirhan laughed at Krysin.
"OH MAN, EVEN I KNOW NOT TO INSULT THE HONOR OF AN ASGEIRIAN. THE HONOR OF A FRIEND HAS BEEN TARNISHED, AND THAT DEMANDS... oh hello friends, guards. What, you wish to escort me out of here? Oh, at least let me *burp* cast a cantrip on myself to relieve my drunkenness. No, very well, Throw me out, do it, FOR SOCIETY, and THE GOOD OF THE REALM!"
Hirhan soon found himself escorted out.
"RALF, RANI! I must be off, these gentlemen desire to remove me from this FINE ESTABLISHMENT. DON'T YOU TOUCH ME THERE, CREAP! Where was I... yes. I WILL RETURN ON THE MORROW, devoid of ALL SOPORIFICS and UTTERLY SOBER."
In a dramatic tone, Hirhan raised his right hand, snapping his fingers.
"FAREWELL, I DISAPPEAR!"
Smoke enveloped the man, though not quite enough to completely obscure the wizard. He then "sneaked out" in his diversionary smoke cloud, fooling nobody but perhaps the drunken Krysin.
<Exit to the Grand Bazaar>
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Aug 8, 2015 13:52:32 GMT -8
"His tribe was the enemy of the largest of da Troll empires. That empire be dead but their descendants still inhabit da ruins of their city." Rani explains to Ralf and is then confused when Hirhan disappears in a puff of smoke. "Wha?"
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Aug 8, 2015 13:59:24 GMT -8
"Don't mind him, Rani," Ralf assured the troll as Hirhan left, "such is the acts of a drunken man. Which is one reason I myself don't fall victim to the drink. Now, we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow, why not get some rest when you're ready? I'm going to check on Hirhan."
Ralf got up and walked to the bar, where he paid for a room for Rani to sleep in. He then exited the door and, while keeping his distance, kept a wary eye on the drunken Hirhan. Wonder what a drunk mage does, he wonder, I should keep an eye on him in case he gets into trouble.
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Aug 8, 2015 14:02:09 GMT -8
Rani would go ahead to her room once she found out which it was and she'd rest for the night.
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Hirhan
Dedicated
Braving the desert heat in search of ancient relics.
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 50
Physical Description: Weathered, serious looking (though in actuality not serious at all). Tall and lanky.
Clothes and Equipment: >A well worn robe favored by lecturers.
>Several weighty tomes, filled with information on the arcane. >Heavily bookmarked and earmarked, well used.
>A journal and accompanying scribe's toolkit.
>A rod of polished rosewood wood carved with arcane sigils. This blasting rod allows fine control, and helps Hirhan to channel more energy than he normally could.
>A medallion, featuring a pair of carved hands. This trinket helps absorb incoming missiles, and is somewhat effective at blocking magical attacks. Useless in a melee.
>A pouch of coins.
>A pair of glasses covered in lenses, which allow him to see that which mortal eyes cannot view.
>A vambrace which can store a single spell of later casting.
>An athame.
Player's online availability : Lol
Registered: Jul 30, 2015 17:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Hirhan on Aug 8, 2015 19:58:47 GMT -8
Hirhan arrived from the Citadel with his friends and the traveler in tow. They were here for answers; to discuss the past, and the future.
Hirhan entered the bar last, with a sheepish expression. Arry wasn't yet at the bar, which was probably for the better. If the bartender arrived, Hirhan would have some explaining to do, or some bribing to smooth tensions. Remembering the valuable pure alcohol in his bag, Hirhin grinned slightly, laughing to himself internally. "Worth it."
He would take a seat at one of the bar's longer tables, as most of the tables couldn't hold the whole party plus the traveler. He took a seat opposite the traveler, allowing their storyteller the head of the table. He needed specifics, and answers. He was resolved to serve the man in whatever way he could, as the traveler's relics elicited an almost religious awe and reverence from the artificer. If he was to do so, he would need all the information he could get. If the traveler thought he needed all of them, it would likely be a remarkably difficult task. He was lucky he had such friends with him, Hirhan resolved.
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Aug 8, 2015 20:07:50 GMT -8
<from outside citadel>
Rani returned to the inn with the others.
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Aegon
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 238
Age: ??
Physical Description: Six and a half feet tall, lean and fit, his black hair still long now has a braid that comes down the right side of his chest. dark and steely. A full beard now adorns his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: He now wears simple clothes. A sleeveless black tunic, dark brown cloth trousers, leather sandals, often a leather cuirass. A green hald cloak adorns his shoulders and can be used as a hood if he needs one.
He still has several magical orbs in his possession that float around his person invisible unless used. Those that glimpse them see golden orbs etched with various geometric patterns and studded with gems. Each with a secret.
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Registered: Jul 16, 2015 21:33:03 GMT -8
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Post by Aegon on Aug 8, 2015 20:34:11 GMT -8
The Traver found a secluded table with enough seats for everyone. He did them the kindness of allowing everyone in the tavern to notice him but not the orbs. He took a seat. "Hirhan asked first, why the dragons?" He eyeballed Hirhan, "Do you see them as mere beasts?"
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Hirhan
Dedicated
Braving the desert heat in search of ancient relics.
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 50
Physical Description: Weathered, serious looking (though in actuality not serious at all). Tall and lanky.
Clothes and Equipment: >A well worn robe favored by lecturers.
>Several weighty tomes, filled with information on the arcane. >Heavily bookmarked and earmarked, well used.
>A journal and accompanying scribe's toolkit.
>A rod of polished rosewood wood carved with arcane sigils. This blasting rod allows fine control, and helps Hirhan to channel more energy than he normally could.
>A medallion, featuring a pair of carved hands. This trinket helps absorb incoming missiles, and is somewhat effective at blocking magical attacks. Useless in a melee.
>A pouch of coins.
>A pair of glasses covered in lenses, which allow him to see that which mortal eyes cannot view.
>A vambrace which can store a single spell of later casting.
>An athame.
Player's online availability : Lol
Registered: Jul 30, 2015 17:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Hirhan on Aug 8, 2015 20:54:42 GMT -8
"Apex predators, certainly, but they are just as beastly as we are. Dragons are a strange species, to be certain. They range in raw intelligence between that of an average human upwards to a level in excess of that which is human. They are, like humans, adept channelers of magic, though to a greater degree. In raw power, that is, they are unmatched. The world hasn't seen a true Dracomagus since the apocalypse, but a being with the talent and skill of an archmagus and the power of a greater dragon would be... considerable. But that is all besides the point. How are the dragons involved, I must know!"
The traveler could tell that Hirhan wasn't exasperated yet, but he certainly was frantic in his desire to know more.
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max
Committed
Roleplay posts: 71
Registered: Jul 25, 2015 13:03:02 GMT -8
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Post by max on Aug 9, 2015 0:24:44 GMT -8
''Payment. Talk.''
Unlike the entranced scholar, Max was skeptical of the traveler, 'tis why he didn't sit with the other, rather staying beneath shadow in the corner closest to the table. Even to the untrained eye, the traveler was a sight to behold. The man reeked of the arcane and magic, his orbs being the most alluring in nature, most likely worth the entire city's worth in gold.
''I have no interest in your quest unless you have something worthy of the trouble up in those fancy robes of yours.''
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Aug 9, 2015 5:02:20 GMT -8
Ralf had followed the Traveler and the others back to the Violet Witch. Perhaps this time he'd make sure Hirhan didn't get any alcohol; then again, he doubted 'Harry' would give it to him after last night.
The group had nestled themselves into a table somewhere in the mainroom and Ralf had took a seat with the party. Hirhan was exquisitely interested int he Traveler, though that did not surprise Ralf as much. They went off talking about a bunch of mumbo-jumbo dragon nonsense that Ralf did not really understand. To the Varan, dragons were commonly evi, a pestilence which had been wiped out long ago. Then again, those were the Barbaric Age Varan, who may have killed the dragons for glory.
Max jumped the gun it seemed, instantly asking for payment. Ralf didn't mind payment, but at the same time Max may make the Traveler a little less eager to sign them up.
"Excuse our friend," Ralf began, butting in, "but perhaps it would better for him if you explain potential rewards." Ralf looked over at the barkeep and raised his hand, signifying he wanted a drink, which he would then sip on again until the conversation was over. "Anything of the arcane, just fill Hirhan in. Me and Max here will be sure to keep Hirhan safe."
If the Traveler really was as powerful as he said he was, he'd sense a great deal of strength within Ralf. It was like untapped potential, locked away only because Ralf was completely unaware it was there. The Traveler would also sense a great deal of willpower in him, making the magic in the area steer clear from his person; he seemed nigh impentrable to certain mind magics.
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Aegon
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 238
Age: ??
Physical Description: Six and a half feet tall, lean and fit, his black hair still long now has a braid that comes down the right side of his chest. dark and steely. A full beard now adorns his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: He now wears simple clothes. A sleeveless black tunic, dark brown cloth trousers, leather sandals, often a leather cuirass. A green hald cloak adorns his shoulders and can be used as a hood if he needs one.
He still has several magical orbs in his possession that float around his person invisible unless used. Those that glimpse them see golden orbs etched with various geometric patterns and studded with gems. Each with a secret.
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Registered: Jul 16, 2015 21:33:03 GMT -8
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Post by Aegon on Aug 9, 2015 14:54:15 GMT -8
The Traveler sighed. Greed has always annoyed him. "Payment? Hmmm..." He knew of many chaches of ancient treasures throughout the land. But as always he was not eager to share this knowledge. "What would you want? Consider this for a moment while explain things to Hirhan." He turned his attention back to Hirhan. "Apex predators, with human like intellegence and a gift for magic? Is that all you know of them as? They are far more. The dragons, as a race, were keepers of order. They filled a role humans, elves, and dwarves could not. Order does not mean peace of course, their interventions were rare. But then humans elves and dwarves drove the dragons away. Persuing them to an island where the oldest and strongest dragons have been living since the cataclysm. I beleive this event to have marked the start of the cataclysm in earnest."
While he spoke an idea for a reward came to mind. "If you go and contact the dragons, try to get them to return to their original roles in the world. I beleive I could reward you. I have thought about how you must have found me and I am certain it goes back to the Sage. The man can work mythril shards into weapons and armor. I could give you each enough shards for a peice of armor or to adorn the armor you alreay have. Its a high enough risk to tread on and Isle of dragons."
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Hirhan
Dedicated
Braving the desert heat in search of ancient relics.
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 50
Physical Description: Weathered, serious looking (though in actuality not serious at all). Tall and lanky.
Clothes and Equipment: >A well worn robe favored by lecturers.
>Several weighty tomes, filled with information on the arcane. >Heavily bookmarked and earmarked, well used.
>A journal and accompanying scribe's toolkit.
>A rod of polished rosewood wood carved with arcane sigils. This blasting rod allows fine control, and helps Hirhan to channel more energy than he normally could.
>A medallion, featuring a pair of carved hands. This trinket helps absorb incoming missiles, and is somewhat effective at blocking magical attacks. Useless in a melee.
>A pouch of coins.
>A pair of glasses covered in lenses, which allow him to see that which mortal eyes cannot view.
>A vambrace which can store a single spell of later casting.
>An athame.
Player's online availability : Lol
Registered: Jul 30, 2015 17:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Hirhan on Aug 9, 2015 15:11:08 GMT -8
"I speak of the sciences, of magic. Mysticism has its on place, as does history. A history, I might add, that I have neglected, to a degree. The writings on the world before the cataclysm are difficult to find, those dealing with ancient times harder still. How are dragons uniquely situated to be guardians of order? I have not yet heard of such things in my readings.... indeed, conflict and strife follows the great beasts just as often as peace and prosperity."
Feeling a bit dizzy from still staring at the traveler, Hirhan would remove his lenses and rub his eyes. Much better.
"Yes, I would like to know more about this history, not now of course. Assuming I survive this journey, I would like to record some of your thoughts on the matter, if that would be okay with you."
Hirhan smiled, perhaps naive in his assumption that the traveler would doubtless be willing to do such a thing.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Aug 9, 2015 15:55:03 GMT -8
"Hmph," Ralf scoffed, "it is said dragons burned down the homes of my ancestors, feasted upon our dead, and prowled in the fertile river valleys where the game was abundant. It didn't take long before the barbarian Varan of that era went on a killing spree, slaughtering every last dragon native to the region. This is why there are no dragons in my homeland anymore. This talk of dragons... pfft." Ralf was certainly not ignoring the knowledge spewing from the Traveler or Hirhan, but at the same time he felt it necessary to explain the fate of the dragon kin in Asgeir.
"But who knows, maybe it was the greed of my ancestors that lead to their slaying. We Varan have not always been a peaceful bunch."
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Aegon
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 238
Age: ??
Physical Description: Six and a half feet tall, lean and fit, his black hair still long now has a braid that comes down the right side of his chest. dark and steely. A full beard now adorns his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: He now wears simple clothes. A sleeveless black tunic, dark brown cloth trousers, leather sandals, often a leather cuirass. A green hald cloak adorns his shoulders and can be used as a hood if he needs one.
He still has several magical orbs in his possession that float around his person invisible unless used. Those that glimpse them see golden orbs etched with various geometric patterns and studded with gems. Each with a secret.
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Registered: Jul 16, 2015 21:33:03 GMT -8
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Post by Aegon on Aug 9, 2015 16:24:11 GMT -8
The traveler slammed his fist down on the table, a bit of sparks flew from the contact. He raised his voice but not aggressively. Both Hirhan's and Ralf's initial comments had angered him. "Dragons are more important than either of you realize." The subject was touchy for him, he had partaken in the war against dragons before he learned of their importance. "The Dragons are the greatest force of wisdom in the world. They with intelligence often greater than ours and lifespan seemingly endless have tried to stop the races of this plane from tearing each other down until nothing but ashes were left. Sometimes this meant stopping or allowing war, sometimes even joining in on it. They would share their hoards of precious jewels and gems with kingdoms too poor to feed their people. They used their magics to bring rain to drought and stop floods. The dragons have done more for this world than your history will ever reveal." The traveler grew silent. He was embarrassed of his outburst. "I am sorry..."
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max
Committed
Roleplay posts: 71
Registered: Jul 25, 2015 13:03:02 GMT -8
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Post by max on Aug 9, 2015 17:10:53 GMT -8
''Not good enough''
Had another mercenary cut from the same cloth been then, he'd call Max insane. Mythril shards and stones, material so rare a man could live his whole life affluently in possession of just one small boulder, but the sellsword was aiming bigger.
''I have no interest in your stones and shards. I want you to break the curse that holds me, or better yet give the scholar the tools to do so. I'll do this one last job for you if you can give me that.''
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Hirhan
Dedicated
Braving the desert heat in search of ancient relics.
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 50
Physical Description: Weathered, serious looking (though in actuality not serious at all). Tall and lanky.
Clothes and Equipment: >A well worn robe favored by lecturers.
>Several weighty tomes, filled with information on the arcane. >Heavily bookmarked and earmarked, well used.
>A journal and accompanying scribe's toolkit.
>A rod of polished rosewood wood carved with arcane sigils. This blasting rod allows fine control, and helps Hirhan to channel more energy than he normally could.
>A medallion, featuring a pair of carved hands. This trinket helps absorb incoming missiles, and is somewhat effective at blocking magical attacks. Useless in a melee.
>A pouch of coins.
>A pair of glasses covered in lenses, which allow him to see that which mortal eyes cannot view.
>A vambrace which can store a single spell of later casting.
>An athame.
Player's online availability : Lol
Registered: Jul 30, 2015 17:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Hirhan on Aug 9, 2015 17:33:19 GMT -8
"There isn't a curse Max, I already told you, Hirhan snapped back in a playfully indignant tone. To call it a mere curse would be an insult... Whatever it is is beyond my knowledge... or at least appears to be. That said, I would give my left nut to figure out whatever it is. I'll do your work."
He finished with an upturned snout. He didn't care what Max said about the payment, though the thought of a matching bracer sent happy little tingles down his spine.
The traveler's outburst caught Hirhan off guard. Note to self: dragons are a touchy subject. Maybe he was some sort of dracophile or something, that might explain his sensitivities.
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