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 Sept 25, 2015 19:17:12 GMT -8
The golden wards lining the floor held fast against the swarming daemons which fell in droves to spell and steel. The smell of ozone and sulfur was pungent in the air, punctuated by the shrill screams of dying daemons and the ring of bare steel.
Above the cacophony rang the arcane language of the void. From Raena's mouth a torrent of nothingness flowed, the spray licking at the lich's heels. The skeletal enemy had sprung up onto the side of the column, so Raena's attack could only hope to hit his lower half. The terrible essence tore at the being's warded legs, his mitheral-encrusted bones and robe forming a barrier which flared into a mesh of glowing orange hexagons as the void attempted to pierce the wards. Raena had a choice to make: she could continue her attack until the ancient wards collapsed, or she could recall the void, saving herself the agony which tore at her psyche. Only the healing magic of her companion Wendy saved her from total burnout... at least for now.
Across the floor Ralf and Rani tore at the Daemonic horde with steel and lightning. Compared to their earlier foes these daemons were weak.. but the numbers...
From the wall the twin corpses of the two larger daemons had fully fused. The cannon-like maw of the creature hissed before it expelled a projectile the length of a human arm directly at Ralf. The single jagged tooth trailed acid as it barreled at the warrior with the speed of a ballista bolt.
Through the haze of pain the magus Hirhan surveyed the battlefield. Raena's dual with the lich was hopeless. Alone the woman couldn't hope to take the ancient being... not that she was alone. But would the void be enough? With his left hand he reached to his right sleeve, pulling the frayed and bloodied fabric back to reveal his right vambrace. He had enough energy for one more spell, then he would be out cold again. It was time. No chanting or incantation was necessary, nor a gesture or sigil. He had labored long and hard on this spell earlier, sealing the magic away into his gauntlet for this very moment. With a thought the spell broke out of it's gemstone seal. Light flashed about as the wizard's eyes turned the deepest of golds. The light flew in all directions, out to the walls. A binding spell. The daemon was his to control now, if he could hold on and his golden wards held. He collapsed to the floor again, straining against the daemon. It would be his.
Meanwhile back in camp Hadrian would find himself suspended in the air by the outskirts of the base camp. Gravity would take it's toll, leaving the mage in a heap on the side of a dune. The air is dry and cool, the moon casting it's glow over the expanse of the desert. Before him is a collection of white canvas tents. Lantern lights glow merrily within, and chatter can be heard between the camp's occupants. They sound happy, and cheerful. For now. A scream would shatter the peace.
Robert Fletcher would be enjoying another bottle of wine when a tussle would be heard outside his door, followed by a single scream that would pierce the pleasant hubbub of the camp. Through the back window of his caravan Robert would see the back of what was once a worker. Replacing the creature's upper half is a mass of limbs topped with clawed hands, scythed blades, and gripping talons. The thing would turn toward his caravan, it's blades dripping with gore from the corpse laying behind it. It had no eyes, but he could swear the thing had looked at him.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Sept 25, 2015 19:24:03 GMT -8
"God dammit Raena, what did you do this time?"
Robert stumbles out of his tent and staggers for his caravan. He's got a crossbow in there for just this event. He rummages through, drunk and in the dark, until his hands clasp upon the wooden stock.
"Ah, there we go...that'll teach them buggers."
He clumsily loads it, cursing at the time it takes and glancing behind him at the thing. Eventually, he gets it loaded and levels in the general direction of the monstrosity.
"Eat steel, monster!"
He squeezes the trigger of the crossbow, loosing a hardened steel bolt. Robert glances around, looking for another weapon, a sword or something. If he sees none (which is likely, he's in the dark), he runs behind the cart to try and reload.
"Nobody messes with my drinking time!"
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:39:25 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2015 21:36:31 GMT -8
Hadrian sits up, straightens out his robe, then sets off toward the scream.
"Well. If I'm here, I might as well help. Dang gods, so pushy."
Drawing a card at random, he glances at the face, then hurls it into the sky.
"Arcana Fourteen, Temperance!"
There are no overt visual effects, but his robes cease to move, despite the breeze. In the same way, his feet no longer sink into the powdery sand blow.
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152 
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 26, 2015 0:20:11 GMT -8
Raena has hardly a choice in the matter, but she does want the Lich to die, and if she severs the connection now, she'll only be fighting weaker than she was before. Instead, she redoubles her attack, Wendy's healing magics stemming the tide to make it possible for her to survive the yet increased strain upon her searing mind and body. Meanwhile, The Void skims off the Lich's wards and curves about the Lich's figure, spiralling up until it encompases the Lich entirely, leaving the area where the Lich once stood a pit of blackness. The Lich's wards are struck from all sides, rather than just one angle, as The Void attempts to break the barrier. Meanwhile, Raena is losing her own battle, but she opens one eye to grin at Wendy, her teeth still stained with red. "Ah...W-W-Wend...y...th-thank...you..." she hisses out, the trembling getting worse as she continues. It won't be long until she can't hold on any longer.
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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 Sept 27, 2015 15:46:47 GMT -8
"Ah, you know," Ralf slammed his shield down on one of the demon's back, replying to Rani, "just idle conversation." Then the tooth came hurling towards Ralf. "Watch out!" Ralf dropped his sword and held his shield with both hands in front of him, bracing for the impact. A loud, metallic thwoom sounded out and sent Ralf flying. "Ooph!"
Ralf landed hard, his back slamming into the wall. "Argh," he groaned and tried to get back up, but was aching to bad. "I think... I think I'll rest here for a moment..."
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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 Sept 27, 2015 19:55:23 GMT -8
"Are ya okay, Ralf?" Rani calls to Ralf as he goes flying. She prepares to throw a Lava Lash at the cannon demon. Afterward she would check on Ralf again, "Do ya need healin'?"
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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 Sept 28, 2015 12:12:12 GMT -8
"Just"-cough-"some time," Ralf manages to say, the wind knocked out of him. He clambers to his feet as best he can and readies his shield for any who might try to attack him. His sword, unfortunately, is still where it was knocked out of his hand, so he is forced to fight with his shield for now.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:39:25 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2015 11:56:38 GMT -8
Wendy continued to heal Raena through her pain, her own teeth gritting from over exertion. She let out a yell of frustration as she looked up at the lich.
"Dammit all! You! Lich!" She screamed as she stood up on Raena's head. With some of the water, she formed her tiny fairy wings once more and held the sword up to the massive bone creature (at least relative to her diminutive stature). To compensate the loss of water used to continue healing Raena, Wendy was stuck wearing what looked like a watery bikini, barely holding back her respectable breasts. She gave the Lich the entirety of her attention and pulled up every ounce of strength she had to yell at something so insurmountable:
"Stop! Hurting! My! GIRLFRIEND!"
As fast as the eye could follow, Wendy burst forward through the air, her sword pointed directly towards the lich's glowing eyes with a look of anger and determination firmly plastered on her face.
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