Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216 
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 20:21:14 GMT -8
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on Mar 25, 2016 15:50:22 GMT -8
"Ouch chewed out by two pretty women in as many seconds. Still I must bow before your logic. I am no judge of who and who isn't evil. Though I do think she is. You are also right I don't know demons all that well. Are they all self righteous idotic children? Or is that just you."
Even as The Fisher King speaks he casts. The murder of Crows keeps the circle of shadows above around the demon. Tendrils of shadows emerge from the ground around Samael's feet. Crawling up the demons legs. They begin to try and pull him down. The tendrils are like steel and have impressive strength. One or two might not have posed a problem for Samael. Of course that is why The Fisher King used thirteen. More were also emerging. The entire shadowed circle was now the nightmares domain. The little hellion was in a lot of trouble. |
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Samael
Dedicated
Evolution takes time.
Roleplay posts: 222
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: The seemingly young man before you stands at the imposing height of 5'10. There's a rich, deep complexion to his skin, and it could be considered desiresable among gossipers. However, he is not without Mara along his body, having minute scarring in various areas. It's clear by the astute that he's seen battle, and his presence is made known by the miasma of ambition that radiates off him. His body is hardened by muscle, though scouring his frame. His body is not without their imperfections, but even so, his old wounds give off the realization that he is not entirely vain.
Clothes and Equipment: Donning roguish attire, Samael can be seen cloaked in a fur jacket adorned with magical properties. Power radiates from the article of clothing, though it's easily unnoticed. Unfamiliar fabric hangs along his frame, though it seems to consistently shift about, rippling akin to water. Some say that he typically wears nothing, and dons a miasma of dark magic to cover himself appropriately. The undeniable rattling of metal emanates from him, and the source stems from a great sword that is linked together with a sinister looking chain. Both glow with dark energies at times, and it's safe to assume that they've been blessed... Or cursed by higher powers.
Player's online availability : On most of the time, most responsive in the afternoons, and evenings.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 21:24:20 GMT -8
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Post by Samael on Mar 25, 2016 17:00:59 GMT -8
Samael found himself being surrounded by intricate angel magics, and shadows alike - along with a bow and arrow trained upon his person. The likelihood of being able to nullify all of them was relatively slim, though he couldn't afford to be bogged down in the accursed shadow that surrounded the area. He had been steadily gathering energy for some time, and he silently extends his hand outward. Demonic energies taint the pool of shadowed birds, seeking to nullify them entirely. Translucent tendrils wrenched out to clash against the shadows own, canceling one another out and rendering the birds useless. However, he still had two more attacks to deal with, and he couldn't get too far.
"....."
He realizes he's been bested, albeit with the combined efforts of several enemies. His anger simmers into a cool, yet harsh glare as his attention shifts about. The Crow's words bite into him, but he does not show a reaction upon his features. Whether he blatantly ignored the snide remarks, or he found it too childish to continue banter along this dreaded field. His eyes train upon the human woman whom claims that she did not want to see his life ended, and then toward the Angel. There was silent judgement befalling them, before he smiles bitterly.
"You all think you're better, with your self-righteousness. I'm not evil, I simply exist and make my own decisions. You're always quick to put a label on something, to try to -control- others. That is why we were cast out from up there, we were tired of servitude. And I can see it in your eyes, you hate me just as much as I hate you. You're no better than I am. Don't pretend to be, Angel." He seethes, staring up at the angelic figure with brimming anger. She took pity upon him, and as much as he hated to admit it, that hurt his pride far more than being defeated. No...to extend that hand of mercy was a defeat in itself. He continues to brandish his weapon, but he's been put in check, for the time being. Even so, he gathers his demonic powers, a thin, veil-like aura running off his body with the likeness of steam.
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246 
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Mar 25, 2016 17:37:09 GMT -8
A dark blonde brow quirked at the demon's words, and her lips pursed. "If preventing someone from taking an innocent life makes me better, then so be it. I do not think of myself so; I am simply doing my duty." She paused, considering these words, and those blue eyes seemed to assess the demon in a new light. Perhaps he wasn't inherently evil.. but his actions surely were. What a contradiction. "I am learning not to hate, demon. Lower your weapon and release these evil magics, and perhaps we can talk peaceably. I do not wish to kill you."
To lend credence to her words, her sword was lowered, pointing the tip at the ground. But she kept the magical crystals ready.. just in case. In all her long years, she had only ever heard demons spoken of as liars, who couldn't be trusted not to go back on their word. She fully expected him to say he wouldn't attack, then do so the moment she lowered her guard. So she was wary, but her lovely features showed that she was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, if he would only accept this offered olive branch.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 16:12:37 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2016 18:07:39 GMT -8
At the male's words did a very offended "Hmph" sound from the woman. Her paces stopped but she was still poised to place an arrow in him and prepared to spring if it came down to it and he made any move towards her again. But she remained silent afterwards - she saw no reason to speak out on this. It seemed the pair of magical beings had the situation caged and contained, and were making their voices heard. She didn't understand what brought this angry one down upon their heads - what purpose was his attack? From here, she simply watched his being for movement or motion - a muscle twitch, anything - and remained cautious. Her sights only flickered from him for a brief instance to find Medrod still aloft and among the cloud of crows overhead before returning to him.
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Tinker Fizzbit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: 52
Physical Description: Tinker Fizzbit would seem to be a perfectly normal woman in her twenties, with a long, silky brown ponytail and bangs framing her face. That is, she would, were she not approximately three feet tall with slightly pointed ears, and a knack for saying apparently anything that pops into her brain. This pegs her as one of the quirkiest of races: a gnome.
Her voice is high-pitched, yet erudite, speaking to a hidden intelligence beneath all the apparent craziness. She has a pleasant figure and a strong face, with thick eyebrows and a seemingly constant smattering of soot or other assorted explosion biproducts. Despite this, she is miraculously unscarred, somehow escaping all of her failed experiments with nothing but singed eyebrows and a fresh film of soot.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Tinker generally wears a practical ensemble of baggy clothing made of durable and fireproofed cloth, covered by a protective leather vest with many inner pockets and a pair of knee-length leather boots. About her hip she wears an engineer's toolbelt, with a quiver and various tinkering tools on her left side, and a myriad of multicoloured flasks of various elixirs on her right, most of them highly volatile. When she's experimenting, she wears a set of specialised goggles. They tend to stay atop her forehead when she isn't.
Her weapon of choice is a heavily customised repeating crossbow with various modifications. The crossbow is fed by a circular drum of bolts above a mechanism which automatically launches a bolt and primes another with every pull of the trigger. It also has a very well-calibrated sight, and two valves that spray the bolts with various concoctions with the press of a button. All in all, it is a very advanced weapon.
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 1:50:52 GMT -8
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Post by Tinker Fizzbit on Mar 25, 2016 18:22:49 GMT -8
Tinker had been travelling with Samael trying to hunt down a particularly slippery dragon for some time. She and him had first met in a Tavern, and had partook in a long night of bonding. This culminated in his agreeing to help her in her contract for a 60/40 split of the profits. Recently, she and him had become separated for a time, though they had agreed to meet in the Free Plains. This day is that day they agreed to meet, and so she finds herself riding a dappled pony over a hill in the plains, looking all about for her companion.
"Where in heck is he?" she asks herself. After several minutes of searchkng, she crests another last hill to see Samael being attacked! Well, that wouldn't do! She can't fight a drake all on her own; many gnomes had tried that in the volcano, but none had ever succeeded. She spurs the pony into a gallop and rides down the hill, drawing her crossbow from her back and yelling down at them, "Hey! Back off my partner!"
She presses a couple buttons on the side of the crossbow and a round wooden cross hairs pops up, the mechanisms built into the complex machine coating the active bolt with a volatile substance. She fires it at the feet of the bow woman, and it explodes on contact. If she doesn't move in time, it's likely to cause her to fly back with the concussion. If she does, she'll still be distracted, and this would give Sam a chance to focus on the other two combatants!
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 20:21:14 GMT -8
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on Mar 25, 2016 19:10:52 GMT -8
"Hmmm first we never accused you of being evil. We condemned your action of attacking an unaware mortal. We declared what you did an immoral act. Which baring her being some kind of wanted criminal, I believe this is true by most measures Second I think that perhaps you don't really understand what self righteous means. It means that we would be convinced of our moral superiority. If that were true we would be attacking you right now not talking to you. In fact all we have done so far is defend ourselves and the mortal. Of course you are so convinced that you are right that you just keep attacking. Almost as though you are convinced that you are in the right. Almost as though you do not think the other side has a valid point of view. Oh if only there was a phrase for that."
The sarcasm in The Fisher King's voice was palpable. Crow's crows were unaffected by Samael's demonic taint. They share a piece of the nephilim's soul and as such, shared his angelic resilience to such magics. He also continues to gather energy. More and more shadowy tendrils spring from the ground. The Fisher King glances over curiously when the gnome launches her explosive arrow. Curious and curiouser.
"Come over into the shade my mortal friend. No sense in anyone dying today Once we are all in shadow I can garuntee that much." |
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Samael
Dedicated
Evolution takes time.
Roleplay posts: 222
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: The seemingly young man before you stands at the imposing height of 5'10. There's a rich, deep complexion to his skin, and it could be considered desiresable among gossipers. However, he is not without Mara along his body, having minute scarring in various areas. It's clear by the astute that he's seen battle, and his presence is made known by the miasma of ambition that radiates off him. His body is hardened by muscle, though scouring his frame. His body is not without their imperfections, but even so, his old wounds give off the realization that he is not entirely vain.
Clothes and Equipment: Donning roguish attire, Samael can be seen cloaked in a fur jacket adorned with magical properties. Power radiates from the article of clothing, though it's easily unnoticed. Unfamiliar fabric hangs along his frame, though it seems to consistently shift about, rippling akin to water. Some say that he typically wears nothing, and dons a miasma of dark magic to cover himself appropriately. The undeniable rattling of metal emanates from him, and the source stems from a great sword that is linked together with a sinister looking chain. Both glow with dark energies at times, and it's safe to assume that they've been blessed... Or cursed by higher powers.
Player's online availability : On most of the time, most responsive in the afternoons, and evenings.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 21:24:20 GMT -8
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Post by Samael on Mar 25, 2016 19:28:37 GMT -8
Samael finds himself staring down at the Angel that floats across from him, still upon rocky formations as he grips his weapon tightly. He had hesitated for the briefest of instances, but the surprise attack would perhaps earn him the opportunity he had awaited for. Alas, he had not managed to manifest enough power to counter the lights surrounding him, and he grudgingly slams the tip of his blade into the grassy terrain. He couldn't overpower both of the forces, and he needed Tinker alive in order to cash in the rewards from their hunt.
At least, that's what he told himself. In reality, he may have been trying to scrounge up what little pride he had within him at this point. His mind was racing, and his sense of arrogance was in shambles, feeling as if he had been entirely bested, despite fighting multiple opponents. His demonic energy recedes to outline his body in a protective manner, though it might not do too well against the shimmering light.
"...I'll concede, this time. You may keep your mortal's precious life, but I -will- see you again." He states quietly, shifting his gaze up to the winged warrioress. She had managed to corner him, along with the Raven's odd abilities, and he finds himself gritting his teeth in protest. His fists tightly gripped his blade, but he dispels it as a sure way of making sure they kept to their words.
The intensity in his gaze was smoldering, his eyes never leaving the Angel's as he awaits for her to dismiss her magic...Samael has tasted the bitterness of defeat, and it burdens him with a new sense of frustration.
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Mar 25, 2016 20:05:35 GMT -8
A blur of fire zipping past her vision startled Naenia, but not enough to dispel her focus; the crystals remained hovering around the demon, their position not faltering. Keeping her gaze fixed on the winged male, she spoke to the tiny female voice that she hadn't yet seen the owner of, nor did she particularly care. It didn't speak well of someone who would ally themselves with such a viciously violent being. "Your 'partner' attacked an innocent woman. We were simply protecting her." There was a vaguely wry tone to her voice, and a small twist to her lips.
She seemed surprised when the demon conceded, and a small, slightly pleased expression came across her face. She even smiled a little. "I do not doubt that we shall see each other again. Perhaps next time, there could be less battle, and more conversation. Angel and demon need not always be at odds - I have seen proof of this myself." With the sword gone, Naenia kept her word, and with a flick of her fingers, she retracted the holy crystals that had surrounded the demon. They were absorbed into her crystalline armor, as were the crystals on her blade, which was then returned to its sheath.
Even though she was sure to keep her brilliant blue eyes fixed upon the demon as she descended to the ground, she folded her right arm across her waist and gave him a bow once her feet touched the earth, her wings flaring behind her. When she straightened, they folded at her back, hands falling to rest propped on her hips. Naenia had always been a creature of dedication.. she just had a new ideal to dedicate herself to, now.
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Registered: Nov 22, 2024 16:12:37 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2016 20:15:59 GMT -8
At the screech of the tiny woman on horseback, Catriona's eyes would shift over to the motion that was headed in their direction. And she was to behold another strange creature - such a tiny thing on a creature that seemed... tiny. Compared to her Clydesdale that had taken off in the heat of things. But she did not sound friendly, and with the weapon drawing in the small gnome's hands she found herself making paces again - but further from the numbers despite Crow's request for her to come closer.
The sun was barely over the horizon and climbing - would there be no end to the strangeness for this day? It had only begun.
She let the drawn string of her bow ease and turn her form more so to keep the oncoming individual and the demon in her sights. Just as the crossbow fired its bolt she was making quicker steps to get away - stumbling off further from the concussive blast upon impact as the heavy arrowhead found the earth and exploded. As soon as the dirt and dust settled her bow was drawn again - this time the arrow aimed directly for the tiny woman on the pony. She struggled inwardly to keep her breathing even and not let her hand shake - there was too much buzzing in her skull and about her very form, and despite everything the last thing she wanted to do was take a life. Why were people aiming to harm her today? She was no one to these people - whose faces she had never encountered before in her life.
The words were exchanged, the magic diminishing and things seeming to settle with the trio of beings. But her bow remained drawn and eyes trained on her on horseback - with focus on her peripheral sights in case Samael got a wild hair again.
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Tinker Fizzbit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: 52
Physical Description: Tinker Fizzbit would seem to be a perfectly normal woman in her twenties, with a long, silky brown ponytail and bangs framing her face. That is, she would, were she not approximately three feet tall with slightly pointed ears, and a knack for saying apparently anything that pops into her brain. This pegs her as one of the quirkiest of races: a gnome.
Her voice is high-pitched, yet erudite, speaking to a hidden intelligence beneath all the apparent craziness. She has a pleasant figure and a strong face, with thick eyebrows and a seemingly constant smattering of soot or other assorted explosion biproducts. Despite this, she is miraculously unscarred, somehow escaping all of her failed experiments with nothing but singed eyebrows and a fresh film of soot.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Tinker generally wears a practical ensemble of baggy clothing made of durable and fireproofed cloth, covered by a protective leather vest with many inner pockets and a pair of knee-length leather boots. About her hip she wears an engineer's toolbelt, with a quiver and various tinkering tools on her left side, and a myriad of multicoloured flasks of various elixirs on her right, most of them highly volatile. When she's experimenting, she wears a set of specialised goggles. They tend to stay atop her forehead when she isn't.
Her weapon of choice is a heavily customised repeating crossbow with various modifications. The crossbow is fed by a circular drum of bolts above a mechanism which automatically launches a bolt and primes another with every pull of the trigger. It also has a very well-calibrated sight, and two valves that spray the bolts with various concoctions with the press of a button. All in all, it is a very advanced weapon.
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 1:50:52 GMT -8
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Post by Tinker Fizzbit on Mar 26, 2016 1:48:26 GMT -8
"Oh come on, Sam, why're you attacking people? That doesn't make me look good, not at all," responds Tinker as she reaches the group, pulling on her reins to coax the pony to a stop and glowering at Samael . She keeps her crossbow out, despite the apparent deescalation. She's only met one type of angel so far, and that one didn't seem to be all that nice. And the other guy seemed like a jerk, too, just by looking at his leering face and hearing his pompous tone.
"Look, lady, I don't want any more trouble, just let the guy go, kay? He's clearly not in his right mind right now--" she gives him a sidelong glance with an arched brow, "--but I need him to help me kill a dragon. I don't wanna fight it alone," says Tinker, eyeing the angel suspiciously. What would this being do next, she wonders? The one angel she had met thusfar would certainly try to strike her or Samael down. That would be bad.
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 20:21:14 GMT -8
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on Mar 26, 2016 8:44:28 GMT -8
The Fisher King reaches up and removes himself from Crow's head. The mask is settled onto the cane where it returns to being the ornamental grip. Crow once again stands the pale figure who flashes a small smile to everyone. He is glad everything has been resolved with no one dead or injured. His voice is it's normal polite and cultured tone. First he addresses the gnome.
"There is no need to worry madam. I do believe letting him go is the plan. Indeed it was never The Fisher King's goal to harm him. Both he and Naenia were simply trying to get him to stop."
Crow then once again and turns his attention to Samael.
"So Sam is it? First I apologize for The Fisher King's words. Though he usually has a point he rarely phrases it politely. Second before I depart there is one thing still nagging me. Could you please tell us why you felt the need to attack the mortal?" |
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Samael
Dedicated
Evolution takes time.
Roleplay posts: 222
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: The seemingly young man before you stands at the imposing height of 5'10. There's a rich, deep complexion to his skin, and it could be considered desiresable among gossipers. However, he is not without Mara along his body, having minute scarring in various areas. It's clear by the astute that he's seen battle, and his presence is made known by the miasma of ambition that radiates off him. His body is hardened by muscle, though scouring his frame. His body is not without their imperfections, but even so, his old wounds give off the realization that he is not entirely vain.
Clothes and Equipment: Donning roguish attire, Samael can be seen cloaked in a fur jacket adorned with magical properties. Power radiates from the article of clothing, though it's easily unnoticed. Unfamiliar fabric hangs along his frame, though it seems to consistently shift about, rippling akin to water. Some say that he typically wears nothing, and dons a miasma of dark magic to cover himself appropriately. The undeniable rattling of metal emanates from him, and the source stems from a great sword that is linked together with a sinister looking chain. Both glow with dark energies at times, and it's safe to assume that they've been blessed... Or cursed by higher powers.
Player's online availability : On most of the time, most responsive in the afternoons, and evenings.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 21:24:20 GMT -8
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Post by Samael on Mar 26, 2016 12:40:53 GMT -8
Samael watches as the magical bindings shift into nothingness, and his shoulders gently sag as he looks around his immediate area. There was bound to be some sort of frustration evident upon his face, though he refuses to allow it to rule his mind. He would make each of these individuals pay in some form, though he'd have to bide his time until he was stronger, more cunning, and didn't allow his emotions to get the best of him. Not to mention, when they were off on their own, wandering the massive landscapes he tended to traverse. The Crow's words are lost upon Samael, as he lacks understanding in the dual personalities of one of his opponents. As far as he's concerned, both of them were condescending in their own right, and he develops animosity toward the individual.
Samael is already making his way down the rock formations he's scaled upon, before he presumes to initiate a high speed movement. He's down upon the terrain, coming to a slow walk as he proceeds to walk toward Tinker.
"I don't owe an explanation, but if you're going to pester me about it? It was a test of my patience, is all." He drawls out, the uncaring disposition toward a mortal life becoming blatant as he offers a gaze toward the archer. "You may count yourself lucky you have people going out of their way to protect you, but I suggest you find something that can make you acquire your own power. A shepherd can't protect all of their flock, all of the time."
A subtle warning was struck, though it's clear that he intended on going his separate ways from the Angelic woman, while salvaging what little pride he had at the time. He would not apologize for something he felt was justified, and he could care less about apologies toward him. Actions spoke louder than these flippant words, and he understood the score.
This would not go without repercussion.
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Mar 26, 2016 13:14:54 GMT -8
"I have no intention of attacking yourself or your companion, female. I told him I would let him go if he agreed to a cessation of his attack - he is not attacking, he is free to go." Shoulders rolled in a shrug as she spoke to the tiny woman, then she glanced at Crow and smiled. "Thank you for your assistance, Crow. I would have struggled a bit on my own, I suspect."
Turning her attention to the human female with the bow, Naenia took to the air, soaring over toward her and landing lightly on her feet a few yards away. With the winged appendages settling against her back once more, she approached the woman with a concerned expression, lowering her voice. "Are you unharmed?" She was an angel, after all, and more than that, she was a Guardian; her sole purpose had been to watch over and protect mortals. She would be failing herself if she didn't inquire after the female's well-being. Crow was left to deal with the demon and his tiny compatriot, though she'd keep an ear turned in their direction, in case she needed to intervene.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 16:12:37 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2016 16:27:59 GMT -8
Catriona kept her trained eye on the gnome, arrowhead still aimed directly for her skull. She remained quiet and still, even as those started to move. But it seemed there was no further attempt upon her person, so she eases up on the drawn string and removes the arrow to let it join the other feathers in her quiver.
She heard Samael's words and a very sharp and disappointed stare is directed at him. "Then you are a wolf that preys upon them. I've killed many for meat, hide and profit - and out of my desire to continue breathing in this world. You would do well to find other prey to stalk, beast. I have never taken a human life, nor do I wish to... and you've proved to be something other than, despite how close you resemble one," she adds with a bitter hiss, seeming almost... sorry for him? "... and it's painful to see you unhappy with your own being, Samael Demon. I seek no 'higher power' - I am here and myself, alive and making my way. Content. A shame you are not."
With Naenia's approach she would make a step away - still rather antsy and cautious after such a display that quelled as quickly as it stirred. The bow comes to hang beside her in her hand, no obvious threat to anyone - let alone the angel. Visibly, the human herself was simply stained here and there with dirt from the trashed earth - perhaps a small scar barely noticeable if anything. She simply nods low to the angel and looks her straight in the eye with a sharp gaze. "I am well. Unharmed. Your assistance, and that of your companion," she adds while nodding towards Crow, "was much appreciated. I humbly thank you."
As she grew silent her head turned with a lift of her hand, fingers to her mouth and a sharp ascending whistle rang out - followed by two short and sharp sounds as well. The Peregrine swooped down from the crows and delivered the small piece of steel into Catriona's palm before settling upon her shoulder guard - and just moments later there was a whinny and Artair came storming back across the earth towards the human, the Clydesdale still large and powerful, colored like a storm and black hair flowing in his wake. He would come to stand, a little calmer, beside the woman.
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Tinker Fizzbit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: 52
Physical Description: Tinker Fizzbit would seem to be a perfectly normal woman in her twenties, with a long, silky brown ponytail and bangs framing her face. That is, she would, were she not approximately three feet tall with slightly pointed ears, and a knack for saying apparently anything that pops into her brain. This pegs her as one of the quirkiest of races: a gnome.
Her voice is high-pitched, yet erudite, speaking to a hidden intelligence beneath all the apparent craziness. She has a pleasant figure and a strong face, with thick eyebrows and a seemingly constant smattering of soot or other assorted explosion biproducts. Despite this, she is miraculously unscarred, somehow escaping all of her failed experiments with nothing but singed eyebrows and a fresh film of soot.
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Tinker generally wears a practical ensemble of baggy clothing made of durable and fireproofed cloth, covered by a protective leather vest with many inner pockets and a pair of knee-length leather boots. About her hip she wears an engineer's toolbelt, with a quiver and various tinkering tools on her left side, and a myriad of multicoloured flasks of various elixirs on her right, most of them highly volatile. When she's experimenting, she wears a set of specialised goggles. They tend to stay atop her forehead when she isn't.
Her weapon of choice is a heavily customised repeating crossbow with various modifications. The crossbow is fed by a circular drum of bolts above a mechanism which automatically launches a bolt and primes another with every pull of the trigger. It also has a very well-calibrated sight, and two valves that spray the bolts with various concoctions with the press of a button. All in all, it is a very advanced weapon.
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 1:50:52 GMT -8
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Post by Tinker Fizzbit on Mar 26, 2016 22:01:28 GMT -8
"We need to teach you some social skills. And coming from me, that's saying something!" responds Tinker with a laugh, patting him on the small of his back. As she walks, she overpowers the archer's voice with her own. Provocation at a time like this is not a good idea, silly girl.
"Now, Sam, I think I know where the drake is headed. Its flight pattern suggests its moving northward, toward the Blackfog Mountain Range. If we can corner it there, we're right as rain. Now I know the rumours surrounding that place; Dwarves can only enter and leave at will, the paths are dangerous and filled with predators, and so on. But with the two of us, I don't see that being a problem!" says Tinker as her pony clops along the ground below her, keeping pace with Samael as she leads him toward the main road.
[Exit]
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 20:21:14 GMT -8
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on Mar 27, 2016 13:44:32 GMT -8
"You are both welcome. We are happy that we were able to assist. Well I am happy, The Fisher King is rather ambivalent. Anyway if either of you are ever in Isra and require assistance feel free to look for me. Just ask a crow, odds are it will be one of mine."
With that said Crow sweeps into a low bow. Then he promptly explodes into a cloud of crows. These wings up into the sky and towards the city. Overall he was happy with how things turned out. Hopefully he gets to see Naenia again someday. Even if their relationship was just one of friendship it would be worth having. |
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Samael
Dedicated
Evolution takes time.
Roleplay posts: 222
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: The seemingly young man before you stands at the imposing height of 5'10. There's a rich, deep complexion to his skin, and it could be considered desiresable among gossipers. However, he is not without Mara along his body, having minute scarring in various areas. It's clear by the astute that he's seen battle, and his presence is made known by the miasma of ambition that radiates off him. His body is hardened by muscle, though scouring his frame. His body is not without their imperfections, but even so, his old wounds give off the realization that he is not entirely vain.
Clothes and Equipment: Donning roguish attire, Samael can be seen cloaked in a fur jacket adorned with magical properties. Power radiates from the article of clothing, though it's easily unnoticed. Unfamiliar fabric hangs along his frame, though it seems to consistently shift about, rippling akin to water. Some say that he typically wears nothing, and dons a miasma of dark magic to cover himself appropriately. The undeniable rattling of metal emanates from him, and the source stems from a great sword that is linked together with a sinister looking chain. Both glow with dark energies at times, and it's safe to assume that they've been blessed... Or cursed by higher powers.
Player's online availability : On most of the time, most responsive in the afternoons, and evenings.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 21:24:20 GMT -8
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Post by Samael on Mar 27, 2016 16:28:31 GMT -8
There was a moment of pause as Samael shifts his gaze toward the female-archer, that of whom was posted up beside her horse. His fiery gaze lingers upon her as she details her opinion on the matter, and he bristles slightly as she had the audacity to address -him-...a demon. He was leagues above this woman in terms of power, yet she felt compelled to speak out at him in a such a manner? The ground around him notably crinkles as plant-life and grass freeze over and wilt. His breath exhumes thick mist, but within moments, he's continuing down the road.
Words were not necessary to be returned, though it was clear that Catriona would do well to stay clear of him for a while.
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Mar 27, 2016 20:44:38 GMT -8
The angel's gaze flicked toward Crow as he spoke, and she smiled to the nephilim, nodding slightly. "I will see you in the city before long, my friend. Thank you." Watching as he exploded into crows and took off, she then looked back at the woman. "Do you require escort to any place in particular? I would be happy to see you safely to the location of your choice." It was her job to guard over humans, after all. And it wasn't like she had anything to do, certainly not anything that was particularly time sensitive.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 16:12:37 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2016 7:04:28 GMT -8
She met Samael's vicious gaze with a leer of her own, before settling a softer expression upon the angel - and her offer. She would shake her head gently, hair swaying a bit in the morning breeze. Her hand would come up and rest upon Artair's neck while she looked to the woman. "I shall be well. I have no destination, really. I go where the wind may take me. To have you trailing after me would lead you aimlessly anywhere. The gesture is appreciated, regardless, but I would have to decline."
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Mar 28, 2016 10:37:46 GMT -8
An independent woman. Naenia could respect that. When the female gave her answer, the angelic woman nodded. "Understood." On impulse, she gave a quick bow, then straightened. "My name is Naenia. Should you have need of any divine assistance, simply.. pray. I shall hear you, and respond, if I am able." Hopping back a few steps so as to avoid startling the horse or showering her with debris, the angel gave a brisk salute, spread her wings, and took to the sky.
<Exit>
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