Vale
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Roleplay posts: 32 
Registered: Jan 20, 2015 13:27:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vale on Jan 22, 2015 15:49:00 GMT -8
 The Free PlainThere is a quest associated with this area: The Free City - Dawn of a New EraAs beautiful as the tales say, The Free Plain is a magnificent stretch of fertile ground that makes up the land between the eastern face of the Norkari Mountains and the Silverion River. The Silverion River creates a natural border between the plains and the thick, unnamed forest to the east and south, while at the other end the plain extends into hill-ranges as the land follows the mountains north. These natural defences and resources are the main attraction points and the reason this area was chosen to build The Free City. -
On the southern half of the plain, closer to the river than the mountains, a large congregation of several hundred people have gathered and set up camp. Their tents are lined with thick fur and some even have bases made of wood or torn-down carts and carriages. It is clearly a long-term setup, made to last if not one winter, then two or even three. Every one of those present have answered the call put out across the land and are ready to not only settle a new city, but build and protect it. Unfortunately, things aren't going as planned...
Midday, Spring:
Those who had authority had gathered on a large meeting platform lined with seats to form a primitive display of democratic government. The men and women gathered there, while not arguing, seemed to be having a heated discussion on how to solve a particularly troubling problem.
"The Goblins have not attacked, nor do they have any need of those resources! I suggest we wait them out; let them become bored and move off to greener pastures!" Said one man, his cane adorned with a white jewel.
"Wait? Become bored? Goblins are greed incarnate! If they think there's even a chance that we will give them gold to relinquish what they have stolen, then they will wait until the fathers die and their sons continue their work!" Retorted a woman.
"And if not wait, they will surely move against us! We are few here! Our soldiers even fewer! There would be a great slaughter; it would mean our destruction!" Spoke another, clearly agreeing with the woman before him.
"Wood, stone, food and blankets are all commodities we can't afford to lose. I say we attack them," a young female said, clearly headstrong, "and take back what is ours! If we send two dozen men under the cover of night, we can quickly overwhelm their position. We know they have fashioned the wagons and caravans into a fortified position in the pass, so they will be reluctant to move. Attacking is our best form of defence and perhaps we can, at least, recover the majority of what was taken."
Several people seemed to agree with her, but all fell silent when a staff was tapped against the ground. The middle-aged man holding it then stood, blonde hair falling to his shoulders and a small beard on his face. "We must act, this much is true," he told them, keeping his composure. "We should quickly gather volunteers from the camp. Gather those who have experience, good training and special skills. Then we can formulate a plan to deal with this menace."
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Garo Zelsai
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Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 16
Player's online availability : Random, and usually you can find me in the Free City.
Registered: Dec 27, 2014 22:10:44 GMT -8
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Post by Garo Zelsai on Feb 3, 2015 11:34:37 GMT -8
Now having traveled long past the settlements of Aeternus, through great expanses of wilderness and into a great and beautiful valley, Garo and his brown coated wolf companion Barao came apun what was known as the "Free Plain," an area which had many clues of human activity, including one such fine note, Garo and his canine companion gazed down into the windswept grass plain in the middle of the valley. A congregation of locals seemed to be gathered there, in the center, probably from farms and homesteads scattered around the region. He and Barao began their descent into the sunlit grass from the forested hills beyond. Eventually, he and his pet came to the group, staying to the outside their circle as he absorbed the subject of their debate, note in hand.
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196 
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on Feb 17, 2015 2:03:30 GMT -8
In another part of the pasture, Fai and her trusty horse – a jet black mare with a white diamond patch on her forehead-- Star, wearily came into view of this crude looking camp. Disdain for these shabby conditions caused her fine nostrils to flare, and the woman gave a soft snort from her lofty perch. Imagine... Her... Being forced to fend for herself and find a place that would have her. Her!
She was above all of this, and yet everyone was in the same situation... There was chaos everywhere and hoards of displaced people. It was hard to imagine the kind of work that people needed to do in order to survive. Faisine was not someone who knew what a hard days work really was. She'd been born to privilege and was spoiled rotten. Indeed, if one took a look at her, they would see a great beauty with soft hands and clothes that used to be rich.
Spoiled and rotten didn't necessarily mean villainous, though. She did know the difference between right and wrong, she did know that it was sad to see people less fortunate and she was someone who gave gold to the poor out of pity... But she was used to finery and jewels, and big meals that filled the belly. She didn't know much else.
Faisine overheard the word “goblin” and blinked. Goblins? There were goblins around? Oh no! The maiden dismounted from her horse and she crept forward to try and hear the conversation better. She did not see Garo yet, for her attention was focused on the proceedings.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2015 12:58:02 GMT -8
The fog had been unending, it seemed, as the lone, female wolf padded over the foliage. As suddenly as it had descended upon Feruzia's party, it lifted from Cael and she was left in a pile of confusion and dismay. She let a weak howl, as her Mistress bade. She was only met by silence, for Feruzia never answered back, never linked with her, never tried to look through her eyes.... Not then, and not before when Cael walked through the rolling mists for many hours.
By this time, Cael had broken through the thicket and into the plains. She limped through the grass and whined, head lowered, tail tucked under, slinking her way toward the group of people that seemed to be gathered there. The wolf lifted her head and yelped in surprise as she came upon Garo, and she, frightened, skittered back with a yip at the sight of his own companion animal.
If Garo could hear her thoughts at all, which he may if he could sense his own animal's, he would get the sense of her panic and her questions, “Where's my Mistress? You're not my Mistress. How did I come to be here?” She hid beneath the nearest bush, green eyed peering out as she shook with a mixture of her fear and her tiredness. She'd come a long way!
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Garo Zelsai
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Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 16
Player's online availability : Random, and usually you can find me in the Free City.
Registered: Dec 27, 2014 22:10:44 GMT -8
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Post by Garo Zelsai on Feb 18, 2015 21:29:21 GMT -8
It was all over for him.
Garo's control over his animal dissolved miserably right outside of the circle of people. Barao bolted off towards Cael, who's spirits rose at the sight of another wolf. Garo instinctively went running off towards his pet, who came up to Cael with his tail wagging. The two wolves circled each other, sniffing and wagging tails, ears perked (Barao's considerably more so).
"Hey... who are you?" Cael was a female wolf alright, smaller than Barao and exhibited the thick fur coat of canis lupus. Cael did not respond, but she did not flee, either. She seemed highly domesticated for a wolf, which led Garo to believe she may belong to one of the members of the crowd arguing off in the distance. Garo tried, with varying degrees of success, to get the two wolves (mainly by coaxing Barao to playfully chase him) and himself closer to the gaggle of people, hoping he wouldn't be noticed with one of their pets...
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Vale
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Roleplay posts: 32
Registered: Jan 20, 2015 13:27:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vale on Feb 19, 2015 14:43:38 GMT -8
The debate began to die down. Several people continued arguing and bickering, but it seemed that the man with his jewelled staff had already decided how to act and the majority of those present at the circle trusted in his wisdom enough to follow it.
"Gather those who are strong. We need a team of experienced men and women for a special task," the man told several guards, who then began to spread the word. It would take an hour or two, but word was quickly passed around the camp that volunteers were wanted for a dangerous mission.
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on Feb 21, 2015 9:05:19 GMT -8
Experienced?? All she knew how to do was sit in a solar, embroidering and while gossiping with other women. She'd lived a particularly sheltered life and she now stood there, not knowing what she could do. She had no home to go back to, gods knew where her family was, if they even lived... She needed a place to be and this one was as good as any. She grabbed the reins and led Star closer to the group, raising her voice, “I am no seasoned warrior and I've nothing to show for my life but this horse and the clothing on my back. I've come a long way. Please, tell me what I can do!”
This was a turning point for the spoiled young woman. She lifted her chin proudly and waited for a response.
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Vale
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Roleplay posts: 32
Registered: Jan 20, 2015 13:27:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vale on Feb 22, 2015 18:06:57 GMT -8
As the young, beautiful noblewoman with her soft skin and noble accent spoke up and offered her assistance, several warriors and the man with the cane look at each other and all grinned. "Aye, we can use you," said the man who seemed to have been overhearing the proceedings of the debate, as he stepped closer to Faisine to inspect her. "Can you sing? Dance?" He asked, rubbing the stubble of his chin with his free hand.
"Someone get the lady the nicest dress in the camp and some sort of musical instrument; we just found our way into the Goblin camp!" He called out, before turning back to Faisine with a smile. "As disgusting as it may seem, Goblins love women. Sing and dance for them a little and I bet you'll distract 'em long enough for our party to spring an ambush."
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Garo Zelsai
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 16
Player's online availability : Random, and usually you can find me in the Free City.
Registered: Dec 27, 2014 22:10:44 GMT -8
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Post by Garo Zelsai on Feb 22, 2015 18:25:52 GMT -8
Garo and his two canine friends were late to the meeting, much thanks to the latter two. "My friend Barao here and I have lots of travel experience. Perhaps I may lend my sword, and Barao his... nose." He smiled proudly, emphasizing his wolf's name to playfully suggest to Cael how she so.... rudely interrupted his relative peace between him and his animal friend...
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on Feb 22, 2015 18:55:11 GMT -8
Part of her didn't like what they were planning the moment she spoke up... But it was now or never to be brave, right? Her brows shot up and she looked from the group to the boy who also spoke up, then back to the group again. “I.... I can sing, of course. That is what ladies are taught to do.” She squared her shoulders, a look on her face that basically said “are you fucking kidding me?” without her saying it out loud... Fai took a step forward and lifted her chin, then, eyes narrow. “I'll do it.”
She had to suppress a shudder of disgust in the meantime. Goblins were smelly, horrible, and loud creatures. Ugly to boot as well. Hopefully, they would not try to touch her!
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Vale
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Roleplay posts: 32
Registered: Jan 20, 2015 13:27:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vale on Feb 25, 2015 19:22:03 GMT -8
The old man nodded at Garo Zelsai and Barao. "Good. I'm sure you'll be both helpful," the elder told them with a grin before turning it on the slightly disgusted looking noblewoman. "I can already envision the beginnings of a plan," he told them as he moved towards one of the many camp-fires and took a seat beside the flames. "The noble lady here can charm the Goblins with her song, distracting them enough for the fighters to spring an ambush."
He ran a finger over his chin. "Four people should do it... So five in total including the two of you."
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on Feb 28, 2015 12:27:25 GMT -8
Feruzia had a longer journey than anticipated because she could not get around her fear of the forest just yet. When she entered the King's Tankard, she felt dusty from the roads and was very worn out. Her ears picked up on some of the gossip... “I saw the Prince and that princess, Camilla, riding together. She's always so serious looking, but she looked different! I think she is in love with His Highness!” That was coming from the tavern wench as she gossiped with one of the patrons.
Fer blinked... So the princess was near? The quest.... didn't matter to her, but seeing the princess after the long absence did. She sat down and asked for a trencher of meats and cheeses, and some ale. She would await the other two who were interested in doing the quest.
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Elijin Holtzmann
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: Mid Twenties
Physical Description: Human
68 inches tall
muscular
green eyes
brown hair
slight beard well trimmed
Clothes and Equipment: Leathers in tans and browns
Hooded cloak of animal hide
Leather clothing short sleeved
Various Pouches, Quiver, Backpack
Recurve Bow
Push Dagger, 2 Long Slender Knives
Pet Spider - Lord. Massive jungle spider standing to the waist of Elijin.
Pet Wolf - Kimber, Runt of his Pack.
Registered: Mar 16, 2015 4:22:41 GMT -8
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Post by Elijin Holtzmann on Mar 16, 2015 9:42:40 GMT -8
The Ranger, Elijin Holtzmann, quickly came upon the camp from a small undergrowth of trees and bushes. He was dirty unkempt and rather foul smelling, then again for being out in the wilderness so long who wouldn't be. He had been traveling with two companions one still with him the other whom had ran off in search of food growing tired of his masters discretion of pushing forward. The excessively large jungle spider still walked with the man standing on it's eight legs close to waist height on the man. The other companion the man has, a wolf that the spider dwarfed quite considerably as the wolf was a bit of a runt.
Though the companions had many adventures up to this point wondering about and living off the excess of the land and occasionally a farmers cow. Now they had happened upon a camp that seemed to be busy with what seemed to be work. Elijin made his presence known waltzing up to the main gate with the ungodly large spider still at his side. This could prove to be rather troublesome later on.
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on Mar 16, 2015 9:55:19 GMT -8
Faisine, already talked into doing something that made her rather uneasy, was about to go change into the finery she waited for at that moment in time. The nordic looking blonde lass turned about and noticed another newcomer approaching the area, cupped her hands over her eyes and squinted. Is that... A giant spider? Oh no! She didn't like the looks of that! She licked her lips and cast a wary glance about her in hopes someone else would notice, but they seemed to be busy for the moment. Her mouth curled downward into a perpetual grimace and she took a hesitant step forward toward the newcomer and his companion.
The breeze seemed to pick up, wafting toward her from the direction the man came, and she wrinkled her nose at the strong odor of unwashed body, though it wasn't like she didn't smell that in the camp either. She, herself, needed a bath after wandering the lands for quite sometime. She noticed, too, that he was bordering on too close to her mare and decided that she needed to approach and insert herself between the horse and that one. So she did.
As she neared, he might notice that despite the fact that she was unkempt herself, she was a rather good looking young lady with strong, noble features. Blonde hair fell in tangles down her slender back, and she wore what looked to be dirty and tattered silk that had obviously seen better days.
Ahh, how things have been rough on many people.
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Elijin Holtzmann
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: Mid Twenties
Physical Description: Human
68 inches tall
muscular
green eyes
brown hair
slight beard well trimmed
Clothes and Equipment: Leathers in tans and browns
Hooded cloak of animal hide
Leather clothing short sleeved
Various Pouches, Quiver, Backpack
Recurve Bow
Push Dagger, 2 Long Slender Knives
Pet Spider - Lord. Massive jungle spider standing to the waist of Elijin.
Pet Wolf - Kimber, Runt of his Pack.
Registered: Mar 16, 2015 4:22:41 GMT -8
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Post by Elijin Holtzmann on Mar 16, 2015 11:43:42 GMT -8
The ranger noticed the woman approaching and waved to her the spider even mimicking him with one of his hairy legs. He removed the hood that was keeping his face shadowed. It revealed his more tidy hair pulled back into a pony tail. He began walking forward as well towards the woman his bow unstrung on his back and placed on the straps on the quiver. The spider followed closely looking around as he sensed the various vibrations from ground happening and his large eyes blinking in unison.
"I don't suppose this is a new settlement being set up? If it's not that then have I encroached upon your bandit war band setting up a headquarters?" Elijin was cheery mostly poking fun at the woman and maintaining well disciplined eye contact.
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on Mar 16, 2015 12:25:49 GMT -8
The young woman pressed her lips together, narrowing her eyes. “Aye, bandits they are. I would approach with caution if I were you,” she shot back, not actually knowing whether they were bandits or not, only that they were about to send her on a mission that most young ladies balked at. “And what of you, stranger? Are you here to set your spider upon the lot of us?” She reached out and pet the mare on her muzzle, for she was acting somewhat skittish with the giant arachnid approaching, and dancing around in the tall grass.
Faisine was not armed, he would see, save for a small dagger that was most assuredly used for eating and not killing. She was not someone dangerous in the least. He didn't know it, but she had been a noblewoman... One who spent her years with other noblewomen, embroidering tapestries and doing the normal stuff that noblewomen did. Nothing was remarkable about the young lady other than her looks, and even then... it was an unusual sort of beauty, not perfection, that would set her apart from others. That, if he stuck around to find out, the singing voice she had.
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Elijin Holtzmann
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: Mid Twenties
Physical Description: Human
68 inches tall
muscular
green eyes
brown hair
slight beard well trimmed
Clothes and Equipment: Leathers in tans and browns
Hooded cloak of animal hide
Leather clothing short sleeved
Various Pouches, Quiver, Backpack
Recurve Bow
Push Dagger, 2 Long Slender Knives
Pet Spider - Lord. Massive jungle spider standing to the waist of Elijin.
Pet Wolf - Kimber, Runt of his Pack.
Registered: Mar 16, 2015 4:22:41 GMT -8
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Post by Elijin Holtzmann on Mar 16, 2015 12:53:13 GMT -8
"Well you don't look like much of a fighter so I had you figured for some maligned Goddess that tricked these men into fighting for you or you're not actually their leader and just happen to be used to divulge their rather unpleasant sexual needs." The last bit contained a level of play that would signal he was joking. He rubbed the spider on it's head behind the eyes.
Then up came the smaller wolf kiting to his side and rolling over like quite the buffoon he was for such a smaller animal, his chin was still stained with some blood from whatever he had killed.
"Looks like one of us had a good meal doesn't it? You cheeky little bastard." Elijin wagged his finger at the wolf sarcastically.
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on Mar 16, 2015 13:03:33 GMT -8
“Should I be flattered that you compare me to a goddess, or should I slap you that you compare me to a whore?” Faisine was not amused at his jest, that much was obvious. Her eyes glittered with irritation, in fact. “If you'll excuse me... Your animals are frightening my mare.” She lifted her nose and started toward the people, knowing he would either stand there smugly or follow. His choice, really...
If he did follow, he would probably hear her muttering about men who acted like boars in the wild and/or rutting stags. “Fools. Hmph.” The horse dutifully followed her mistress to a safer haven than the edge of the forest.
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Elijin Holtzmann
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: Mid Twenties
Physical Description: Human
68 inches tall
muscular
green eyes
brown hair
slight beard well trimmed
Clothes and Equipment: Leathers in tans and browns
Hooded cloak of animal hide
Leather clothing short sleeved
Various Pouches, Quiver, Backpack
Recurve Bow
Push Dagger, 2 Long Slender Knives
Pet Spider - Lord. Massive jungle spider standing to the waist of Elijin.
Pet Wolf - Kimber, Runt of his Pack.
Registered: Mar 16, 2015 4:22:41 GMT -8
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Post by Elijin Holtzmann on Mar 16, 2015 13:52:24 GMT -8
"I'd take either at this point. I also highly doubt my duty bound and dignified canine friend here and the Lord of Webs are at all bothering your mare." Elijin said in quite a matter a fact tone with the runt wolf , Kimber, dragging his bottom through the grass and the spider staring around at the occurrence as if incapable of understanding the situation.
"I am also no fool, my lady. My name is Elijin Holtzmann and I am a Ranger, a proud one at that. Now whom may you be so I no longer compare you to a goddess or a nymph."
He was following the woman now too his two companions following as he moved as they needed no beckoning. He didn't trail too far behind as he hurried his steps to go forward.
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on Mar 16, 2015 14:13:28 GMT -8
She paused in her trek back to the group, and turned to gaze at the man, “You're a fool if you think I am here to be a sport for yon men, even in jest. I am a lady, Sir. I am well bred and my chastity is intact as the day I was brought into this world.” She gave a shrug, “And my mare is skittish. She is unused to traveling these lands and such large creatures as your companion.” As if to prove her point, the mare snorted and danced to put some distance between herself and the animals in question. “But since you say you'll not make such comparisons again if I give you my name... I am Faisine, and I am just as new here as you are.”
The lofty one softened, then, throwing Elijin a winning smile. And it was genuine, despite her being of a blue-blooded nature. “I am here to look for a new home since I was ousted from the place I lived.”
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