[Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 221 
Physical Description: Zaltos stands roughly 6'2" and weighs around 220 pounds. He is currently using a young male for his vessel that is around 17-20 in age. Since this side of his Red Phoenix has never been present long, it is as juvenile as the new Zaltos, allowing him to be open to learning new magic besides his fire. His build is that of a well trained martial artists and his skin in a moderate tan color. His eyes flash an icy blue and his hair is silver and shoulder length.
Clothes and Equipment: His garb changes, as does his armor. He no longer uses the Phoenix Blade in a broadsword form. This sword is a dual blade sword that is highly magic. These blades are covered in a magical sheath that turns to fire when Zaltos takes hold of it. This sword is rumored to posses the first Phoenix ever. He currently has no shield but his fire. He does carry small items that can be used in combat, but these items vary from time to time and will never be the same at any point.
Registered: Dec 23, 2014 18:25:01 GMT -8
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Post by [Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo on Mar 27, 2015 17:12:10 GMT -8
Before the rain began to fall upon the area, Zaltos would turn to the sky for a second. He watched the abstract bolt of lightning flowing in reverse to natural lightning hit the sky. Upon the first clap of thunder, Zaltos turned his eyes back to Woflgang.
"I appreciate it. If you don't mind then, let's catch up with your group. I'd say shelter needs to be found to get out of this storm." Zaltos spoke.
The drops of rain was not welcoming for Zaltos. The armored shoulders would turn the rain drops into steam. His boots were turning the ground water to steam also. The silky red cape would repel the water. No water stuck to the cape and it remained dry. As for his head, it seemed to remain dry. The water rolled off of his hair like it did the cape.
His skin was the only thing that water stuck to. As the rain rolled down his face, it would reflect light like a mirror. The rain looked like small diamonds running off his chin.
"I would offer to shake your hand, but until morning, that would not be a good thing."
Zaltos was in a poor spot to be in for him. The night was present. It was raining. He was still recuperating from his transition into the realm. Thankfully, he was garbed perfectly for the rain and kept his energy suppressed, lowering the magic usage it took him to thrive without light in his current form. As a bonus, so long as the group he was joining was honest towards him, he had a much higher chance to make it another night.
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Post by Wolfgang Von Danzig on Mar 31, 2015 0:29:06 GMT -8
"But we can pretend that you did," Wolfgang said with a slight grin. He led Zaltos back to the group, though they had to walk a little bit more quickly to catch up with them. They had with them the most basic and scarce of camping supplies, and while the eventual camp was rudimentary, the night was tolerable enough to sleep under the stars. While Vale left and some explained to Wolfgang where he went, Wolfgang said "he'll be alright. We have another who will accompany us this evening. This is Zaltos. Let us lend him a tent and bedding, for we do not slack on hospitality."
The group agreed.
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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 Apr 1, 2015 16:04:02 GMT -8
"I'll take the guard team then." Elijin said cheerily to the others but mostly for his own self confidence boost.
"Oh and how do you know I'm not into that, Miss. Faisine.
Elijin took to waiting both his companions obediently waiting beside him for the mission to begin. The spider, Lord, was happily munching on what use to be a bird.
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The Ravkens
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Roleplay posts: 14
Registered: Feb 18, 2015 22:37:24 GMT -8
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Post by The Ravkens on Apr 3, 2015 17:36:58 GMT -8
Upon seeing the rather sizeable camp, 'Raven' chose to approach it and go for a cheeky bit of reconnaissance around the tents. She'd wander around the campsite, hands idly tucked into the pockets in the sides of her leather chestpiece. She'd do her best to look at home there, though her masked look would make it quite difficult to look inconspicuous. She figured that someone would heckle her at one point or another, though she kind of welcomed it in a way. It was just one of those days where she wished to be talked to. She'd get her wish. Dressed in black or not, this band of men were familiar with each other, and any kind of outsider would be quickly discovered. It was not a group large enough to get lost in, nor one small enough to be easily snuck up upon. Two of the men of the camp, the first two she'd come to, greeted her. They were not aggressive--she could have been curious of their activities, simply passing through, or any number of harmless intentions. "Ah, 'ello there. Where you headed?" |
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The Ravkens
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Roleplay posts: 14
Registered: Feb 18, 2015 22:37:24 GMT -8
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Post by The Ravkens on Apr 4, 2015 8:25:08 GMT -8
"Oh, just looking to steal some coinage... maybe some gems, smaller weaponry." she'd say taking off her right glove and nonchalantly studying her nails. "Don't worry about slitting throats, I'm not interested in that lately." she'd add with a smirk. Joking. What a smart way to brush off that usually socially contracted bombardment of suspicions and questioning. Who'da thunk it. "Ah," the lead one smiled. "We look for these things, too. Only, slitting throats is also a pastime we enjoy. Perhaps we won't get along, and you should be on your merry way. We're just too different," he said sarcastically. Another came up, offering dinner. "We just cooked up some food, are you looking for that too?" One thing Raven would notice was a lack of the smaller weaponry. Most of what was present were large blades and spears, shields and other clumsy wartime equipment. |
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Weaver of Tales
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Roleplay posts: 28
Registered: Mar 16, 2015 16:41:17 GMT -8
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Post by Weaver of Tales on Apr 4, 2015 14:42:18 GMT -8
As the group neared the camp, it split into two; the first began to move north, sneaking around the edge of the camp under the cover of dark in their attempt to reach the rear and a second, much quieter entrance to the goblin position. The second would accompany Faisine - far back enough to not be detected, yet hopefully close enough to stop her being in any danger. The warrior known as Elden was one of those guarding Faisine and a crossbow was held tightly in both hands; a bolt ready to be fired as he crept through the undergrowth to get a better look at the camp.
It seemed to be made of wooden palisade spikes and torn down bits of wagon. The gate was just as simple; a portcullis made of interlocking sections of strong tree branch, sharpened into stakes at the bottom. It looked as though the only way for it to be opened was for a group of six or so goblins to manually haul it up using a rope system, making the group's task of getting in a little trickier.
Meanwhile, three goblins standing guard outside the gate had indeed noticed Faisine. Though not drunkenly intoxicated by her words or appearance, they did seem quite happy to see such an unfortunate, vulnerable specimen. "Quick! Catch 'her!" One growled, taking up a net from nearby (they had clearly planned to take some traveller or another, from the looks of their readiness) and throwing it towards Faisine with limited accuracy. The other two seemed to take up primitive stone spears and rush towards her, one on either flank.
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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 Apr 4, 2015 15:21:12 GMT -8
As the group neared the camp, it split into two; the first began to move north, sneaking around the edge of the camp under the cover of dark in their attempt to reach the rear and a second, much quieter entrance to the goblin position. The second would accompany Faisine - far back enough to not be detected, yet hopefully close enough to stop her being in any danger. The warrior known as Elden was one of those guarding Faisine and a crossbow was held tightly in both hands; a bolt ready to be fired as he crept through the undergrowth to get a better look at the camp. It seemed to be made of wooden palisade spikes and torn down bits of wagon. The gate was just as simple; a portcullis made of interlocking sections of strong tree branch, sharpened into stakes at the bottom. It looked as though the only way for it to be opened was for a group of six or so goblins to manually haul it up using a rope system, making the group's task of getting in a little trickier. Meanwhile, three goblins standing guard outside the gate had indeed noticed Faisine. Though not drunkenly intoxicated by her words or appearance, they did seem quite happy to see such an unfortunate, vulnerable specimen. "Quick! Catch 'her!" One growled, taking up a net from nearby (they had clearly planned to take some traveller or another, from the looks of their readiness) and throwing it towards Faisine with limited accuracy. The other two seemed to take up primitive stone spears and rush towards her, one on either flank. She did not scream or back away, even as the net descended toward her, she continued to sing. Why? She didn't know... But the song itself had been a charging and now as her voice grew softer, a slumbering affect would most likely be felt by the goblins, especially those close to her. Wait, what? She was a Spellsinger? – Indeed... Something she hadn't known herself, but the song itself had been something her mother taught her and told her never to sing unless she wanted something to happen. It was an old lullaby... And those who were outside of the spell perimeter shouldn't feel anything. However, those who were close.... Specifically the goblins, should be feeling.... pretty... sleepy... right.............. about............................................................. now. Hopefully. |
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Weaver of Tales
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Roleplay posts: 28
Registered: Mar 16, 2015 16:41:17 GMT -8
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Post by Weaver of Tales on Apr 4, 2015 17:17:28 GMT -8
The Goblins faltered in their steps, each pausing to listen to the song as though it had been one they all remembered from a distant dream. The net fell short against the path, missing Faisine completely, while slowly the Goblins began to drop their weapons.
"Extremely... Sleepy..." One muttered, as one by one they collapsed to the ground and snored; both the three outside the gates and those gate-guards who were a walkway built above the palisade gate. Suddenly it looked like getting in would be quite difficult - unless they had bought axes to cut through wood.
Luckily, at least one of them had. Elden stepped out from behind a tree and began to approach Faisine. "Not bad," he told her with a smile. "Looks like most of them are sleeping. Or perhaps there aren't as many as I thought. Only eight or so guards were on duty from what I saw, which seems quite lax doesn't it?"
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The Ravkens
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Roleplay posts: 14
Registered: Feb 18, 2015 22:37:24 GMT -8
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Post by The Ravkens on Apr 4, 2015 21:27:25 GMT -8
'Raven' arched an eyebrow, continuing her manicure of sorts. It wouldn't seem like the men threatened her at all. Quite brave considering the fact she was rendering herself defenceless with her nonchalant actions. "Something tells me we'll get along just fine." she'd say, not wanting to sound too enthusiastic. "I'll join you for the meal, we can have a nice civilised conversation and all have a fantastic time." she'd say with a clear hint of sarcasm, wandering up to the two men as she pocketed her glove, leaving her left one on. "I don't know your customs, but perhaps one of these is in order?" she'd say stopping in front of the man who had spoken to her first and offering him her right hand. "I'm Raven..." she'd say looking him in the eye, awaiting the handshake. "Donovan," he said, returning the handshake. Assuming nothing happened, he'd then say, "I suppose you should be introduced to our leader." The others nodded in agreement, some looking over to the fire at Wolfgang. He didn't appear too busy. |
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Post by Wolfgang Von Danzig on Apr 5, 2015 14:35:08 GMT -8
He looked down at her eyes and then the dagger, then back to her eyes again. Wolfgang took the words to mean a figurative message, and he did not take its hilt though she gestured as if to offer it to him. At least, not yet, should she silently insist that he take it.
Looking unimpressed so far, Wolfgang found he needed some predictable questions answered first.
"I most certainly appreciate the gesture, but who are you, and why would you join us?"
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[Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 221
Physical Description: Zaltos stands roughly 6'2" and weighs around 220 pounds. He is currently using a young male for his vessel that is around 17-20 in age. Since this side of his Red Phoenix has never been present long, it is as juvenile as the new Zaltos, allowing him to be open to learning new magic besides his fire. His build is that of a well trained martial artists and his skin in a moderate tan color. His eyes flash an icy blue and his hair is silver and shoulder length.
Clothes and Equipment: His garb changes, as does his armor. He no longer uses the Phoenix Blade in a broadsword form. This sword is a dual blade sword that is highly magic. These blades are covered in a magical sheath that turns to fire when Zaltos takes hold of it. This sword is rumored to posses the first Phoenix ever. He currently has no shield but his fire. He does carry small items that can be used in combat, but these items vary from time to time and will never be the same at any point.
Registered: Dec 23, 2014 18:25:01 GMT -8
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Post by [Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo on Apr 5, 2015 18:26:56 GMT -8
Zaltos's looked at Raven's in the distance as she was caught. Zaltos was standing beside that of Wolfgang's. The rain still turning to steam as it fell upon his armored shoulders. His cape cloak was clean, despite moving through the wet grass.
Zaltos's blue eyes darted between the beings around him and what he could of the camp. The rain seemed to lesser, stars being able to be seen in the far distance. Where they seemed to be standing was beside a campfire that was weak due to the weather. Weak fire or not, it was fire, and Zaltos could make it grow and do what he wanted.
In the confines of his cape that covered his body, he would begin flexing his fingertip muscles within the confines of his armor gloves. Zaltos was assuming control of the fire, giving a little more burning power to dry out the wood that fueled it quicker. Since the rain was slowing, if the wood would dry, the fire would be able to sustain a bigger fire and turn the rain to steam before it reached it's fuel.
Overhearing the females conversation with the other members of the Greydan Band, Zaltos was aware of why she was here and who she was. He wasn't expecting someone else new to show up so quickly, so he was very wary of her.
"Her name is Raven. She was caught quickly in her attempts to try and infiltrate your camp, brushing it off quickly. Weaved her way in with a dinner invitation, and now she's giving you her weapon in hopes you'll trust her while she was here." Zaltos spoke, cutting off Raven before she could get a word out.
Zaltos would smirk a little before he spoke to Raven, "The question is, why were you sneaking up on the camp if your intentions were good? I personally don't think you will harm anyone, but your approach was very...odd. Especially since this clan would notice anyone not within their ranks immediately. But don't answer yet. They're bringing dinner this way, so we can sit, eat, and discuss this with a more positive and comfortable tone."
Zaltos was puzzled on what the answer to this question could be. The girl was lucky this wasn't a more violent group. Zaltos was lucky himself this wasn't a more violent group. Either way, Zaltos was also ready to eat some food. Dinner was being brought to them, and Zaltos wasn't into making any enemies yet.
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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 Apr 6, 2015 12:42:41 GMT -8
As the group neared the camp, it split into two; the first began to move north, sneaking around the edge of the camp under the cover of dark in their attempt to reach the rear and a second, much quieter entrance to the goblin position. The second would accompany Faisine - far back enough to not be detected, yet hopefully close enough to stop her being in any danger. The warrior known as Elden was one of those guarding Faisine and a crossbow was held tightly in both hands; a bolt ready to be fired as he crept through the undergrowth to get a better look at the camp. It seemed to be made of wooden palisade spikes and torn down bits of wagon. The gate was just as simple; a portcullis made of interlocking sections of strong tree branch, sharpened into stakes at the bottom. It looked as though the only way for it to be opened was for a group of six or so goblins to manually haul it up using a rope system, making the group's task of getting in a little trickier. Meanwhile, three goblins standing guard outside the gate had indeed noticed Faisine. Though not drunkenly intoxicated by her words or appearance, they did seem quite happy to see such an unfortunate, vulnerable specimen. "Quick! Catch 'her!" One growled, taking up a net from nearby (they had clearly planned to take some traveller or another, from the looks of their readiness) and throwing it towards Faisine with limited accuracy. The other two seemed to take up primitive stone spears and rush towards her, one on either flank. Garo was a part of the first group, Team Sneaky, and they crept around behind the goblin camp, far enough from Faisine where the magic emanating from her song had little to no effect on them, or some of the goblins they might be encountering. With Barao and Cael close at his sides, Garo grabbed the wire hilt of his sword and drew it forth from its leatherbound scabbard, clutching it tighter than he was used to; the whole concept of this truthfully made Garo very, very nervous. Darkness was now confirmed to represent death, for an arrow, ambush, or heavy stone could come from the shadows all around and end his life in an instant. |
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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 Apr 8, 2015 18:02:10 GMT -8
The Goblins faltered in their steps, each pausing to listen to the song as though it had been one they all remembered from a distant dream. The net fell short against the path, missing Faisine completely, while slowly the Goblins began to drop their weapons. "Extremely... Sleepy..." One muttered, as one by one they collapsed to the ground and snored; both the three outside the gates and those gate-guards who were a walkway built above the palisade gate. Suddenly it looked like getting in would be quite difficult - unless they had bought axes to cut through wood. Luckily, at least one of them had. Elden stepped out from behind a tree and began to approach Faisine. "Not bad," he told her with a smile. "Looks like most of them are sleeping. Or perhaps there aren't as many as I thought. Only eight or so guards were on duty from what I saw, which seems quite lax doesn't it?" Had she really done that? She was shocked at herself. Oh my... They were asleep. But now she had this terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. That had been easy... TOO easy... But she sighed and nodded, "Aye, indeed." The mumble came out as a halfhearted attempt, but at least she replied to him. |
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Post by Wolfgang Von Danzig on Apr 8, 2015 23:09:18 GMT -8
((not gonna bother quoting both of ya)) As the rain gave way to better weather, 'Raven' sheathed the knife as fast as she took it out. She expected this to happen, and as far as she was concerned, everything was heading in the right direction. Now just the answers mattered. The first precifice had been passed. As the food arrived, she reached a hand up to her face, taking off her half mask. How was one supposed to eat or show off their good looks with that rag on? One would help not to notice she definitely possessed the latter of those, though why she kept such a gift behind the mask was a secret to everybody but herself. She wouldn't speak as instructed, offering the men nothing but a thin smirk, soon receiving her food. She'd allocate a moment to watch them begin eating first, though she highly doubted the food was poisoned. Assuming they ate the meal without any hiccups, and they had finally allocated her time to answer the question, she would begin her reply, happy she was given such an extended amount of time to plan it. Risks number two and three, coming right up. "I've been trailing your group for three-odd days. Needless to say, I'm pretty impressed." she'd begin, leaning back calmly as she weaved her words, hoping to get them to sound perfect "Now why I want to join is a mystery even to myself. Perhaps I'm tired of working alone, perhaps I think you could use someone like me... perhaps I found you attractive." she'd add, knowing she built up to it quite well. She hadn't given any of the men a longer look, though she was sure she'd get the chance to later. "There was just something that pulled me here, you know? A need, more than a desire." She'd turn to the other man who asked her quite a well pointed question. She didn't know what she was thinking, sneaking up to the camp, though he didn't know that. "Do you not see it? I sneaked up to look suspicious. If I look suspicious, they'll hesitate to let me go... and by being suspicious but not outright violent, the best choice they have is to lead me here. Everything was carefully planned, sweetheart." she'd explain, the last word coming entirely out of habit. She glanced over to Wolfgang, and then the other men after saying it, trying to show she wasn't too attached to anyone this early. "...Hm." Something was amiss. For starters, they had only just arrived by ship, so her claim that she had studied intently their movements revealed that she was a spinner of tales...that she was winging it, making things up on the go. Whether this skillset could work to or against his direction was to be determined, but Wolfgang was feeling more predisposed to barring her entry. "Carefully planned, huh..." He said after her explanation, looked to Zaltos, then back to her. While she had done a good job at revealing a flaw in her explanation, Zaltos had done a good job at making his presence useful. Was there any way to leverage the best help out of both of the newcomers? While Wolfgang was more wary of Raven than Zaltos, he kept his mind open to such a possibility. |
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[Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 221
Physical Description: Zaltos stands roughly 6'2" and weighs around 220 pounds. He is currently using a young male for his vessel that is around 17-20 in age. Since this side of his Red Phoenix has never been present long, it is as juvenile as the new Zaltos, allowing him to be open to learning new magic besides his fire. His build is that of a well trained martial artists and his skin in a moderate tan color. His eyes flash an icy blue and his hair is silver and shoulder length.
Clothes and Equipment: His garb changes, as does his armor. He no longer uses the Phoenix Blade in a broadsword form. This sword is a dual blade sword that is highly magic. These blades are covered in a magical sheath that turns to fire when Zaltos takes hold of it. This sword is rumored to posses the first Phoenix ever. He currently has no shield but his fire. He does carry small items that can be used in combat, but these items vary from time to time and will never be the same at any point.
Registered: Dec 23, 2014 18:25:01 GMT -8
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Post by [Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo on Apr 9, 2015 7:05:26 GMT -8
Zaltos cackled at the response Raven had given, "Usually when the intentions of your actions are funneled through stealth, there's a reason beyond wanting to be welcomed. Sounds like your are either here to kill or feed intelligence about this group back to someone. I am a guest here, but i warn you... i will hear every word you speak and every step you take.... you try to harm one hair on anyone or i find you to a spy, i will do what i must to hold my word to Wolfgang and this band of soldiers..."
The moment Zaltos began to speak the last sentence, his face became rather serious. The flames from the fire let off a good raor and sent hot ash into the air.
Zaltos would then smile again, "Until then, we can all get along so long as we're all honest."
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Post by Wolfgang Von Danzig on Apr 9, 2015 8:22:35 GMT -8
Curiosity would have Wolfgang agree to Raven's request. "Very well. Gentlemen, if you'll excuse us," he said to those nearest him, Zaltos and a few other warriors. Wolfgang led her outside the congregated camp, underneath a lone tree that stood by itself in the wide open plain.
"Now, you have my ear," he'd confirm once under the tree. "Just who are you, really?"
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[Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 221
Physical Description: Zaltos stands roughly 6'2" and weighs around 220 pounds. He is currently using a young male for his vessel that is around 17-20 in age. Since this side of his Red Phoenix has never been present long, it is as juvenile as the new Zaltos, allowing him to be open to learning new magic besides his fire. His build is that of a well trained martial artists and his skin in a moderate tan color. His eyes flash an icy blue and his hair is silver and shoulder length.
Clothes and Equipment: His garb changes, as does his armor. He no longer uses the Phoenix Blade in a broadsword form. This sword is a dual blade sword that is highly magic. These blades are covered in a magical sheath that turns to fire when Zaltos takes hold of it. This sword is rumored to posses the first Phoenix ever. He currently has no shield but his fire. He does carry small items that can be used in combat, but these items vary from time to time and will never be the same at any point.
Registered: Dec 23, 2014 18:25:01 GMT -8
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Post by [Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo on Apr 9, 2015 8:34:36 GMT -8
"Didn't say you were, just informing you. If you were here to kill, you could simply be waiting for the right time. The best assassins in the universe will become your best friend just to get the chance for your life...like I said, we can all get along, just watch your step." Zaltos spoke to Raven before turning to Wolfgang.
"I know we just met, but be careful if you go into a private spot with her. She was sneaking up on your camp, possibly has lied, and her expressions in conversation shows there is more to her than she is letting on. Put yourself in her shoes. What would make you do what she has done?" Zaltos spoke to Wolfgang.
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Post by Wolfgang Von Danzig on Apr 9, 2015 8:40:57 GMT -8
"This is what I'm going to find out," he said in passing before heading off to the tree. Wolfgang had met Zaltos under similar conditions, with similar looks of concern from his men. Their leader knew what he was doing. Hopefully. Their main purpose for sailing from their settlement was to make real contacts with the outside world, anyways... ---Brief Intermission--- |
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Post by Wolfgang Von Danzig on Apr 13, 2015 8:42:46 GMT -8
------------------------- As Wolfgang and Raven returned to the camp, the men would see something quite odd. Their leader had pulled his spatha and its leather bound scabbard from his belt at his left hip, handing it to Raven as he came back to the camp. Furthermore, he confirmed his gift to Raven in front of everyone, by saying to her near enough for them to hear, "so now that I've given you this, perhaps now you can learn to use it." |
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[Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 221
Physical Description: Zaltos stands roughly 6'2" and weighs around 220 pounds. He is currently using a young male for his vessel that is around 17-20 in age. Since this side of his Red Phoenix has never been present long, it is as juvenile as the new Zaltos, allowing him to be open to learning new magic besides his fire. His build is that of a well trained martial artists and his skin in a moderate tan color. His eyes flash an icy blue and his hair is silver and shoulder length.
Clothes and Equipment: His garb changes, as does his armor. He no longer uses the Phoenix Blade in a broadsword form. This sword is a dual blade sword that is highly magic. These blades are covered in a magical sheath that turns to fire when Zaltos takes hold of it. This sword is rumored to posses the first Phoenix ever. He currently has no shield but his fire. He does carry small items that can be used in combat, but these items vary from time to time and will never be the same at any point.
Registered: Dec 23, 2014 18:25:01 GMT -8
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Post by [Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo on Apr 13, 2015 11:11:11 GMT -8
Zaltos had dozed off next to the fire. As he heard Wolfgang's words, he would wake. He wasn't really worried about Raven as much after his nap. Something in his sleep told him to ignore his caution, that this was a new world and a new start for him, as well as the group he was in.
Zaltos stood up and spoke to one of the soldiers, making a joke after watching Wolfgang hand Raven a weapon, "Must be extremely special or gave a good bj for him to surrender his weapon."
Zaltos went to turn and speak to Wolfgang, but something on one of the plateaus caught his attention. His ears flickered, his nostrils began to flare, and his eyes zoned in on it. The sound of bow strings popping and a stench of rot filled Zaltos's senses.
No more than a second later, after seeing nothing on the plateau from his angle, his ears went to work again. The sound reminded him off a cloud of bees and it was drawing closer and closer by the second.
Zaltos turned back to Wolfgang, then to the band of soldiers, and back to the sky. Whatever it was was, the night was hiding it. Zaltos took his right hand and waived above his head in the direction of the sound. As his hand moved, the fire created an arch above Zaltos in the air.
As the fire flared, Zaltos knew exactly what was coming their way, arrows. The tips on the stone and metal arrowheads reflected the light, just enough to create a split secone reflection for Zaltos to notice.
Zaltos knew it wasn't his band of soldiers, but hopefully they would listen to his yell, "SHIELDS TO THE SKY! ARROWS ARE GETTING READY TO DESCEND UPON US!"
Zaltos would bring his right hand back to his body. His form would lower and his right knee touched the ground. His left shoulder was pointed towards the sky and in his right hand, the fire would begin to take a form.
A massive massive, almost triangular shield, would begin forming in his right hand. He would take this shield, hooking his right arm across his chest and set the center of the shield on his left shoulder blade. The shield would protect his entire form, and in his stance, would enable him to spring into action.
Zaltos would shout towards Wolfgang who was probably readying for the arrows himself, "Seconds until impact! Who or what could be attacking? It's the middle of the night!"
Zaltos mumbled to himself, "Can't even take a nap without something happening..."
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