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 17:40:16 GMT -8
The traveler eyeballed Max examining him with an eye experienced beyond any other known mage. "Soulbound curses woven throughout ones being are hard to remove but not impossible. Survive your journey to Darastrix and I will give you the knowledge you seek."
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Aug 9, 2015 17:42:15 GMT -8
"Greetings, old man," Ildesias told the bartender, stepping through into the tavern wearing a cloak and hood that lay around his shoulders.
"Ah! Lord Ildesias! What brings you here, friend?" The bartender asked, as he continued to polish his bar.
"I just thought I'd come down and see how our co-venture is doing. Business is good, I assume?" Ildesias asked, peering around.
"It is indeed. Just like you wanted, we get all sorts of strange individuals in here."
"Good. Best to have them all in one place than out all over the city causing trouble, right?" Ildesias asked, laughing a little. "Besides, it's a nice nostalgia trip. It reminds me of the taverns I would frequent when I was out saving princesses from monsters and ridding ancient towers of whatever demon or spirit haunted them."
"Perhaps. Would you like a drink while you're here?"
"I might as well," he replied, sitting down on a stool.
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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 9, 2015 17:49:52 GMT -8
Rani is weary of all the talk of curses and rewards. She huffs and looks through her things in her bag.
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Asadobres
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 30
Physical Description: A young dragon by all means. Coated in silver scales with claws and horns that look like obsidian. Small frame to be faster and more agile in the air but weaker physically. Her wings when spread are saphiric blue.
Her humanoid form looks like a young elf girl, with white hair and blue eyes. It took time and a lot of practice but her humanoid guise is finally perfected.
Clothes and Equipment: A saddle made by leiron out of many different kinds of leathers. It was well designed through trial and error. She accepts the extra quivers and saddle bags, the weight will make her faster and stronger should they be removed.
In her human form she often wears a light cloth dress that Leiron makes her wear, though she doesn't understand why.
Registered: Jun 30, 2015 19:46:52 GMT -8
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Post by Asadobres on Aug 9, 2015 17:53:16 GMT -8
The dragon pokes her head through a window close to where the traveler and the others are sitting, sure to get some reactions from the people around.
Leiron was outside with her leaning against the wall listening to everything said by the traveler and his party.
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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 18:57:33 GMT -8
Professor Ildesias Xen Torsal. What was he doing in a place like this? Hirhan wasn't quite a fan of the man (he considered the battlemage's commitment to evocation spells a waste of power and talent), but he nevertheless respected Ildesias's works on the structure of hermetic shielding under the affect of mana-nullifying agents. Hirhan Had his back to the mage, though he doubted the mage would recognize him. They had only met a few times before, at conclaves between the The Phoenix State and The Free City.
"Soulbound curses? CURSES? Just take a look at him on the astral: not a single spell is drawing from him nor his soul on any of the visible planes: the 4th through to the 31st. Thus, by the reining orthodoxy (namely Archmagus Emmett IV's Discourse on Hexology and Cursecraft), whatever is affecting Max is clearly not a curse. What, then? I tried surrounding him with Sancturian Nullification incense, and nothing happened."
Aside he muttered, "Don't ask Max, you were sleeping. Don't question my methods."
"Thus, since his condition is neither caused by external mana or energy flows, nor manateathering or some other form of transfer, it can't be a curse. Soulbound, what rubbish. It isn't a curse! I Repeat. CURSES. DON'T. WORK. THAT. WAY!"
Clearly what the traveler had said had thrown Hirhan for a loop. He was practically shouting by now, his face hot with the indignation of a scorned scholar.
"Still, you know what it is. I can see it in your eyes. BAH, CURSES. You do you even say that with a straight face? Curses? PSSSH. And SOULBOUND?"
Hirhan cackled with laughter, pounding his hand on the table while throwing back his head.
"Unless Max here is a daemon or some other aetheric being capable of creating his own mana, that is preposterous! Max, are you a demon?"
The last question was said in a joking tone: Hirhan had viewed Max on the astral and had long ago confirmed Max's human nature. A healthy paranoia was a useful trait in any wizard, after all. Hirhan's earlier reverence was all but obliterated. By now he was heaving with laughter.
Of course, he was wrong, not that he knew that. Magic was a strange thing, and only time would reveal the true nature of Max's affliction to Hirhan. Until then he would keep investigating, endlessly searching for the answer to the mystery that was Max's affliction.
"Oh, whew. Sorry about that, I havn't laughed that hard since Professor Amodus Kitchly publically suggested that polyaetheric entities are capable of crosspecies copulation with harpies. HA. Oh dear me. Again... whew, I am sorry for my outburst. Yes, we will try to solve your dragon problem, whatever it is. Just name the island, and give us the specifics."
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Rhy Whitefeather
New
Roleplay posts: 1
Age: 17
Physical Description: Black short medium length hair, dark grey eyes, pale face. 5 ft 9, lean but has a muscular body which is covered up by a black shirt along with a black robe which stops at his knees. His stride is confidant, but he walks with his head held low, as if he just saw a death of a friend.
Clothes and Equipment: Black shirt, black robe (Knee high) with a soft grey border around the edges, black pants and shoes completed with a dark grey belt. There is a double sword holder on his back which has a brown leather strap across his chest. In there he has two short swords, one black and one white.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Aug 9, 2015 15:30:25 GMT -8
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Post by Rhy Whitefeather on Aug 10, 2015 5:51:54 GMT -8
Even before walking into The Violet Witch he could hear the roaring laughter of it's customers and the strong smell of ale. Keeping his head covered by his robe he entered quietly, only a few noticing him enter. His stride was confident, no doubt. But the way his head is hung low it it obvious that he doesn't want to be seen by many.
Going up to the bar he silently requested an ale. Almost not hearing him, the bartender got a mug and filled it with ale before handing it to him.
"I haven't seen you around here before. You new to these parts?" the bartender asked.
Rhy nodded slightly. He was new, though he knew a lot about the area. He always did his research before going to new lands. The last time he didn't check, he got in some trouble. Though he escaped mostly undamaged, he knew that if he were more careless he would have gotten himself killed.
Turning around to go sit at a table, the bartender asked his name.
"Whitefeather. Rhy Whitefeather."
And at that, he left to the table in the far corner, and slowly sipped on his ale.
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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 10, 2015 7:29:23 GMT -8
The traveler sat back and relaxed while Hirhan ranted. He was silently casting a spell. After Hirhan finished he simply said, "you look too far to see so little." The spell he had cast was now fully evoked, a little white ball of light sitting infront of his index finger. He brought his index finger up and touched Hirhans glasses. The traveler was sure this was going to piss of the mage. "I should not seem so blinding and you should truely be able to see the curse eating away at Max. This age has only half the definition of a curse." He had sat back and was grinning from beneath his hood. "A curse is defined as any magic that consumes the hosts life force... or emotional stress." Before Hirhan could open his mouth to speak, "Max's type of curse is normally self inflicted and common to those who do not wield magic. Something happened in Max's past. This curse..." He paused while strring at Max, "Forces his actions. A urge to complete the action or not to feeds his emotional stress, which is mesurable with your glasses now. If you look, he should have none. Its because of a curse eating it all to stay alive."
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Aug 10, 2015 8:27:30 GMT -8
"Well, he has a point," Ildesias said, speaking up even if it was not his place to do so. "Or half of one, at least. Your companion certainly doesn't seem afflicted by any of the more common curses, but whether his affliction is a curse is a matter of simple semantics that I wouldn't waste my time arguing for or against. I would highly suggest seeking to cure him of whatever ails, however, since he clearly appears distressed. If you wish to see someone truly cursed, you should meet a woman known as Mrs. Brown."
The bartender's face paled suddenly. "Ah yes... Lord Ildesias, you reminded me of something I was supposed to tell you. Speaking of Mrs. Brown... She's here. In the city."
Ildesias went silent for several long seconds.
"Damn."
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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 10, 2015 10:50:16 GMT -8
Hirhan wasn't pissed of, far from it by now. The traveler's words were confirmed by what he saw: every person in the room now glowed subtly, except Max, who appeared as a void, light unable to penetrate his exterior. Already Hirhan was skeptical: indeed, the traveler could have done anything to his glasses....HE COULD HAVE DONE ANYTHING TO MY GLASSES! Hirhan recoiled, clutching at his glasses. If his precious spectacles had been broken in any way...
But still, perhaps the traveler was telling the truth. If so, there was an entire world of energy open for use and exploitation. Permanent spells, each anchored to a body while drawing from the seemingly endless resource that was human suffering? Perhaps it was too good to be true. He would stay guarded for now.
"What you speak of, traveler, is unknown of in the current magical epoch. With due skepticism I can't embrace your thesis wholeheartedly, however... I will look into this. If what you speak of is true, we will have much to talk about, especially if you yourself are capable of such techniques."
Offhand Hirhan would smile to Ildesias.
"But why, semantics are half the fun!"
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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 10, 2015 13:27:28 GMT -8
The magic would wear off of Hirhan's glasses momentarily. "Back to the task at hand." he reached into his robes and produced an old parchment paper folded up neatly. "This is a map of the eastern and southern coasts. The Darastrix," he points to a medium sized island off the eastern coast, "is your destination." He sat back. "I have been looking for people with the potential to do this. You all have it." He looked at Asadobres who went unnoticed because the traveler had cast a quick spell to make her unnoticeable like himself. "Some will have a greater effect on the dragons than others. Take the map, charter a ship and land on the western coast. Make a small camp there and the dragons will come to you. Do NOT venture too deep into the island or the dragons will eat you rather than talk. I will try to find additional help but it may not come." He paused for a moment before continuing, "Will you all do this?"
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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 10, 2015 13:43:55 GMT -8
"I am certainly still interested. If the rest are willing to go, then so am I."
Hirhan leaned back in his chair and waited for the others to voice their approval. The traveler unnerved him, as did his claims of lost magical knowledge. He would extract as much as he could when they got back, he resolved.
Once the others finished talking, he would thank the traveler for his invitation, then leave to fetch his horses at the inn. From there he would go with the group and charter a sailing ship.
Oh, this would be so exciting!
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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 10, 2015 16:34:01 GMT -8
Rani did not trust the Traveller like the others did. "I guess I could go so you all don't kill yaselves."
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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 10, 2015 16:40:25 GMT -8
"The gesture is appreciated, Rani. Traveler, we should be seeing you soon enough. Max, Ralf? You in?"
Hirhan would get up to leave for the door. He would not to Ildesias on the way out.
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Asadobres
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 30
Physical Description: A young dragon by all means. Coated in silver scales with claws and horns that look like obsidian. Small frame to be faster and more agile in the air but weaker physically. Her wings when spread are saphiric blue.
Her humanoid form looks like a young elf girl, with white hair and blue eyes. It took time and a lot of practice but her humanoid guise is finally perfected.
Clothes and Equipment: A saddle made by leiron out of many different kinds of leathers. It was well designed through trial and error. She accepts the extra quivers and saddle bags, the weight will make her faster and stronger should they be removed.
In her human form she often wears a light cloth dress that Leiron makes her wear, though she doesn't understand why.
Registered: Jun 30, 2015 19:46:52 GMT -8
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Post by Asadobres on Aug 10, 2015 17:47:02 GMT -8
The dragon nodded to the Traveler, stating that she was going even if leiron did not. She knew he would however.
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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 10, 2015 18:10:23 GMT -8
The Traveler set a large sack of gold coins on the table, hidden from all but the party so as to avoid theives. "To charter a ship and otherwise fund this quest."
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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 10, 2015 18:54:23 GMT -8
<Exits to The Salty Seadog>
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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 11, 2015 7:51:29 GMT -8
Hirhan and the mysterious entity squabbled for quite a while about the nature of the sellsword's infliction, the lord of the Free City even entered the conversation for a moment, but Max could do nothing but sit and wait. He did not care for the nature of it, only that its removed by this seemingly powerful mage.
Once they laid down the map, he approached for a look.
Hmm, I know this area like the back of my hand but i'v never seen this island before
Soon enough they were presented with the funds for their expedition, all that was waiting was their approval.
Max crouched on his feet for a bit, next to the traveler, his left arm situated on his sword's hilt.
''Alright, i'll take the contract. But should you fail to pay the agreed upon reward, i'll seek a different kind of payment. Blood.''
And with that, he left the tavern, awaiting 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 11, 2015 14:02:33 GMT -8
That left Ralf. The last aventurer to stated for sure wether he wanted to go. The traveler would leave though, the debate to be left in the others hands. "Good luck on your journey." As max walked away the travler said to him, "If I Can't remove it, the process will kill you, so the blood will be yours." And with that the Traveler reactivated a spell to go unnoticed, the people who saw him will of course remember him, he merely seemed like a shadow from the point of his spell on.
<exit the Violet Witch>
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Asadobres
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 30
Physical Description: A young dragon by all means. Coated in silver scales with claws and horns that look like obsidian. Small frame to be faster and more agile in the air but weaker physically. Her wings when spread are saphiric blue.
Her humanoid form looks like a young elf girl, with white hair and blue eyes. It took time and a lot of practice but her humanoid guise is finally perfected.
Clothes and Equipment: A saddle made by leiron out of many different kinds of leathers. It was well designed through trial and error. She accepts the extra quivers and saddle bags, the weight will make her faster and stronger should they be removed.
In her human form she often wears a light cloth dress that Leiron makes her wear, though she doesn't understand why.
Registered: Jun 30, 2015 19:46:52 GMT -8
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Post by Asadobres on Aug 11, 2015 14:07:08 GMT -8
The dragon retracted her head through the window. She posed for Leiron to hop on her back and once he did so she took off only to land with the others. After discussing where to charter a boat The dragon and her rider took off.
<exit to The Salty Seadog>
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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 11, 2015 14:54:10 GMT -8
Ralf just massaged his temples as Hirhan and the Traveler spoke of unworldly things. It made little to no sense to him, being brought up as a commoner like he was. Eventually, hwoever, the Traveler got to talking about the Darastrix. Where dragons lie in wait, apparently.
By then Ralf was somewhat skeptical. On one hand, there was a chance to interact with dragonkind on a grand scale like his ancestors had. On the other hand, he didn't know if he liked the idea of dragons who could eat you.. Everyone else had up and left, leaving Ralf to consider his options.
"Oh, what the hell," he decided, standing up from the bar, "let's go find us some dragons."
<Exit to the Salty Seadog>
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