Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181 
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 11, 2016 23:10:25 GMT -8
Thorvald rolls back over and growls for a moment at Azure, looking to Ulfgar for guidance. They seem to share some invisible form of communication, before the dog hops up and walks over to Azure, sniffing her hand tentatively before giving it a lick. His tongue is, perhaps surprisingly, still wet despite being undead.
"We found him mangled on the side of the road, having apparently run afoul of a pack of wolves. He still had some life left in him, so we brought him back and restored him as best we could. Unfortunately, we couldn't restore his body, but it made his vessel effectively immortal with proper maintenance, so I figure it's a good tradeoff," explains Ulfang, rubbing Thorvald between his pointy ears.
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Salya von Haren
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Roleplay posts: 26 
Age: Youngish
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 22:16:52 GMT -8
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Post by Salya von Haren on Feb 11, 2016 23:12:10 GMT -8
Salya walks into the courtyard, trailed by a fluffy black cat. It's plump and well-groomed, and looks rather smug, as cats tend to do. She sees her father, as well as a similar-looking man and a small elf with blue hair.
"Ah! Who's this?"
She strides over, curious. After a moment, the resemblance dawns on her.
"...Uncle Ulfang? Is that you? Father's told me so much about you! It's good to finally meet you!"
Smiling broadly, she steps forward to hug her uncle. Azure is ignored. Salya assumes that she's probably just a pet he brought to play around with.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2016 23:18:59 GMT -8
The wet tongue sliding across her hand was, indeed, not something Azure had anticipated. But it was enough of an acceptance, for the moment, to have her slide her hand upward, gently petting the large head and skritching momentarily behind an ear. Then her hand was retracted, joining its twin to clasp in front of her. Once again, nothing was said; necromancy was outside her realm of true comprehension, after all.
A new presence drew her attention, and Azure stared at the woman for a moment, only to drop her gaze to the floor when she went to embrace Ulfang. This was the kind of woman Ulfang should be with. Tall, shapely, nobility, non-Elven.. alive. Being ignored suited the spirit just fine. In fact, she was now eyeing the pocket in which she knew Ulfang kept her Jewel, seriously considering retreating into the object. Uncertainty had begun to creep into her, as with every moment that passed, she became more sure that Ulfang was going to realize it would be folly to expend the necessary energy to revive her.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 11, 2016 23:25:27 GMT -8
Ulfang blinks incredulously at his brother.
"Brother, you did not tell me you had a daughter," he says.
He returns the hug despite his shock, and smiles down at her, studying her face.
"You look just like your grandmother when she was your age. She was a famed beauty, too. Lucky genetics," says Ulfang, amicably. He turns to Azure and gestures to her.
"This is Azure, my companion. I am Ulfang, as you know. Who might you be?"
Before the girl can speak up, Ulfgar answers, "That is my daughter, Salya von Haren. Light of my life, and a powerful necromancer, unlike myself. I had to enlist her help to keep some of those bone serpents you keep in the dungeon from tearing me to bits!" says Ulfgar, clearly proud of his spawn.
Thorvald, sensing Azure's sadness, whines and trots right up next to her, leaning against her leg heavily. He's a very large dog, but he leans surprisingly lightly, looking up at her with those glowing red eyes and panting, nuzzling into her hand.
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Salya von Haren
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Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Youngish
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 22:16:52 GMT -8
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Post by Salya von Haren on Feb 11, 2016 23:42:08 GMT -8
"Thank you, Uncle."
Salta pats Thorvaldsen on the head and chuckles at her father's comment.
"Yes, those serpents are no trouble at all. I've had to patch them together once or twice, after they get banged up."
This time, she spares a glance at the petite elf. Companion, huh? Poor girl will be torn in two. Meanwhile, the cat mews at her feet.
"Oh hush, Timbit. I just fed you."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2016 23:46:00 GMT -8
Being properly introduced drew a mental sigh from the spirit, who turned and inclined her upper body in a bow just deep enough to be polite. When she straightened, she resumed her former stance; head slightly lowered, eyes on the floor, hands clasped before her. At least, until Thorvald decided that she needed companionship. Blinking down at the beast as it leaned against her, Azure allowed herself a small smile, unlacing her fingers so that she could place a hand on the dog's head. Her fingertips moved across his head, and behind his ears, to again scratch there, before her touch resumed roving. She devoted her attention to petting and scratching the undead canine, thankful that she had something to focus on other than her uncertainty and the awkwardness of Salya's blatant dismissal of her being.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 11, 2016 23:59:05 GMT -8
Thorvald pants happily, his tail wagging and his leg thumping as he leans into the scritching, happy for all the attention.
Meanwhile, Ulfang has just remembered that they're very short on time, and he gives a short bow to his brother and daughter before excusing himself and Azure from their presence.
"Come, Azure, we have much to do," he says, grasping her by the hand and leading her off, presumably to his study. Naturally, Thorvald follows behind Azure, and Ulfgar does nothing to stop them.
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Ulfgar von Haren
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 90
Physical Description: Ulfgar, like his brother Ulfang, is a towering wall of power, standing at 7'4" with a frame apparently sculpted by the gods despite his obvious age. He has an old, wizened yet strong face that speaks of years of experience, complemented by a long white beard and a mane of well-kept snowy hair. His voice is gravelly and deep, perfect for commanding troops. His eyes are a deep greyish-silver, enigmatic and wise. He bears fewer scars than his brother, but it is obvious that he has not lived a life of luxury.
Clothes and Equipment: =============
When in battle, Ulfgar wears a heavy suit of full plate armour, old and scuffed up but crafted from the finest steel. While it bears little adornment, it is clear that it was built by the best smiths Aesgir has to offer. Upon his back, he wears a long white cloak in order to camouflage him in the snow, and obscure his form in battle.
As for weaponry, he is extremely proficient with the longbow and longsword, and usually carries both with him, the longsword of Dwarven make and thus very strong, though the bow is not quite as masterfully crafted.
Outside of battle, he wears rugged, utilitarian clothing, having traveled the roads far too long to wear anything resembling noble clothing, and he carries with him a leather satchel with the black raven sigil of the Von Harens adorning its front.
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Post by Ulfgar von Haren on Feb 12, 2016 0:02:30 GMT -8
Ulfgar gives his brother a strange look as he speeds off with Azure in tow, before looking back to his daughter.
"So, how have you been today, sweetling?" he asks his daughter, giving her a bright smile. "I hope you have been keeping up with your studies while I've been out. One day I hope for you to grow even more powerful than my brother!"
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Salya von Haren
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Feeling funny
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Youngish
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 22:16:52 GMT -8
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Post by Salya von Haren on Feb 12, 2016 0:06:49 GMT -8
Salya watches her uncle leave with the elf. How odd.
"I've been well, father. My studies are fine."
Timbit meows again, and Salya bends down to pick him up.
"So...that was uncle Ulfang, huh? He's never visited before. And he brought a 'companion' with him."
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Ulfgar von Haren
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 90
Physical Description: Ulfgar, like his brother Ulfang, is a towering wall of power, standing at 7'4" with a frame apparently sculpted by the gods despite his obvious age. He has an old, wizened yet strong face that speaks of years of experience, complemented by a long white beard and a mane of well-kept snowy hair. His voice is gravelly and deep, perfect for commanding troops. His eyes are a deep greyish-silver, enigmatic and wise. He bears fewer scars than his brother, but it is obvious that he has not lived a life of luxury.
Clothes and Equipment: =============
When in battle, Ulfgar wears a heavy suit of full plate armour, old and scuffed up but crafted from the finest steel. While it bears little adornment, it is clear that it was built by the best smiths Aesgir has to offer. Upon his back, he wears a long white cloak in order to camouflage him in the snow, and obscure his form in battle.
As for weaponry, he is extremely proficient with the longbow and longsword, and usually carries both with him, the longsword of Dwarven make and thus very strong, though the bow is not quite as masterfully crafted.
Outside of battle, he wears rugged, utilitarian clothing, having traveled the roads far too long to wear anything resembling noble clothing, and he carries with him a leather satchel with the black raven sigil of the Von Harens adorning its front.
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Post by Ulfgar von Haren on Feb 12, 2016 0:12:42 GMT -8
"Aye, he's been away for a while now. He left the undead to look over his holdings, but the undead aren't very good managers of people, and he didn't expect the land to become repopulated while he was away," responds Ulfgar with a nod, placing his hand on the pommel of his sword restfully as he looks up into the blue sky, the high noon sun shining down upon him as his white cloak flaps in the wind.
"It is good to see him again. It has been too long since the Von Harens were truly together, as a family. Your mother would have been happy to see this day. She always did urge me to come back to my homeland...if only it were with her," he continues, wistfully.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2016 9:43:27 GMT -8
Being grabbed, Azure blinked, but of course, followed along behind Ulfang as he towed her off.. somewhere. Her gaze was roaming across the walls of the hallways they passed through, examining everything curiously, with the occasional glance back at the trailing Thorvald. It would take some time for her to get accustomed to being surrounded by such specimens of the undead.. assuming she had that time. Tamping down on the sadness that thought inspired, she looked back up at Ulfang.
"Why did you leave? I would think you would want to catch up with your brother and his daughter. I could simply have retreated to the Jewel so my presence would not be a burden or source of contention between you." Of course she'd seen the way Salya was looking at her. Like she was no more than a mostly uninteresting specimen that would be discarded as soon as it had reached the end of its usefulness.
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Salya von Haren
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Feeling funny
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Youngish
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 22:16:52 GMT -8
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Post by Salya von Haren on Feb 12, 2016 9:56:39 GMT -8
Salya nods
"Mm hmm...what a shame. I miss her."
She watches Ulfang leave, with Azure in tow.
"Keep an eye on those two, Timbit."
She places the cat on the ground. It lets out an unhappy meow, but runs after the strange couple regardless.
"So,,,what are we going to do now? A feast?"
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 12, 2016 10:11:51 GMT -8
Ulfang stops for a moment, slightly confused by her words. He turns about and grasps her shoulders, looking her in the eye.
"My brother and niece will still be there later. You, however, will not have that luxury if we delay any longer. I don't think you fully comprehend how much you've come to mean to me, my dear Azure. Now, quickly, we must make way to my study. There is a small well of souls there that I should be able to use to keep you in the land of the living a little while longer," says the Necromancer, wrapping his cloak about Azure and taking her with him down the hallway.
The halls are barren, for now. Every once in awhile they pass a decaying oil painting, but otherwise the only things adorning the walls are torches and Gothic glass windows at regular intervals. Finally, they arrive at the large oak door that leads into Ulfang's study.
It opens to a very roomy space, the walls lined with bookcases filled with tomes and novels. A fireplace adorns the north face of the room, with two cushy leather chairs sat before it. A desk with a quill and pieces of parchment, as well as black wax and the Von Haren seal rests against the opposite wall.
Between the two chairs sits a strange stone well of some sort, apparently having been carved out of obsidian, a sickly green light spilling from it. Ulfang moves over to sit in one of the chairs, pulling the jewel out from his cloak and admiring it.
"I don't think we have time to delay the ritual of rebirth," Ulfang says, ponderously, "I must calculate just how much power it will take." He sets the jewel on the arm of his chair and stands up, pulling a tome out of the nearest bookcase seemingly at random. It is the right one, however, and he flips to the page describing the ritual.
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Ulfgar von Haren
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 90
Physical Description: Ulfgar, like his brother Ulfang, is a towering wall of power, standing at 7'4" with a frame apparently sculpted by the gods despite his obvious age. He has an old, wizened yet strong face that speaks of years of experience, complemented by a long white beard and a mane of well-kept snowy hair. His voice is gravelly and deep, perfect for commanding troops. His eyes are a deep greyish-silver, enigmatic and wise. He bears fewer scars than his brother, but it is obvious that he has not lived a life of luxury.
Clothes and Equipment: =============
When in battle, Ulfgar wears a heavy suit of full plate armour, old and scuffed up but crafted from the finest steel. While it bears little adornment, it is clear that it was built by the best smiths Aesgir has to offer. Upon his back, he wears a long white cloak in order to camouflage him in the snow, and obscure his form in battle.
As for weaponry, he is extremely proficient with the longbow and longsword, and usually carries both with him, the longsword of Dwarven make and thus very strong, though the bow is not quite as masterfully crafted.
Outside of battle, he wears rugged, utilitarian clothing, having traveled the roads far too long to wear anything resembling noble clothing, and he carries with him a leather satchel with the black raven sigil of the Von Harens adorning its front.
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Post by Ulfgar von Haren on Feb 12, 2016 10:19:19 GMT -8
"A banquet would be nice, but we haven't the resources for it. No, perhaps just a simple family dinner," says Ulfgar, taking a seat upon a nearby stone bench.
The man draws his longsword and a whetstone from within his satchel, placing it upon his knee, wetting the stone, and beginning to sharpen his weapon.
"I must wonder what direction my brother hopes to take our kingdom in. Will he try and take over the dying Aesgir, or will he secede?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2016 10:29:01 GMT -8
Azure's eyes widened when Ulfang grabbed her, but softened at his words. "I.." She couldn't seem to find the words to tell him that she knew, because over the past months, he had come to mean everything to her. Swallowing her emotions, she nodded. "As you say." Being bundled against his side in the folds of his cloak, she closed her eyes, only opening them when he released her and moved to sit in one of the chairs. Her gaze fell to the Jewel, staring at it. When he moved to the bookcase, she extended her hand, drawing the Jewel over to her with currents of water.
It fell to rest in her palm, and for the first time, she could appreciate the weight of it, the cold, smooth surface, and the hard edges of the facets. And she saw the crack running deep through the interior of the Jewel. So. It was fading, from the inside out. "..How many souls are a true exchange for just one, even if it is thousands of years old? It is not the souls that are the key. It is the Jewel." She raised her other hand, tracing the tip of a finger along the crack that ran through the heart of the gem. "It must be destroyed the moment that both it, and myself, are infused with souls. The risk is great that I will cease to be when it is destroyed, but that is the point: Great reward comes from great sacrifice, and great sacrifice pleases the Old Gods."
Frowning, she tilted the Jewel, peering into its depths in the low light. "Or, should I say, it did please them. They have gone. That is why the Jewel is dying, and taking me with it. Perhaps this last act in their name will free me." Or it could be her end. She didn't know.
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Salya von Haren
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Feeling funny
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Youngish
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 22:16:52 GMT -8
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Post by Salya von Haren on Feb 12, 2016 10:38:36 GMT -8
Salya sits down on a bench, thinking.
"Hmm...I'm not sure he's come with the kingdom in mind at all. He seems to be thinking of other things. Like that elf."
She chuckles.
"I wonder what he sees in her. She's so tiny, almost like a child. Dinner sounds good."
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 12, 2016 10:43:37 GMT -8
Ulfang tilts his head inquisitively as he looks up from his book.
"You mean, you know how to unbind yourself? When did you acquire this knowledge," asks Ulfang, curiously. He shakes his head, waving a hand dismissively.
"Nevermind that, walk me through how to do it," he implores, an urgent and determined edge to his voice, "and let me know if there is anything I can do to increase its chances of success."
He shuts the tome and replaces it, moving back into the chair. Thorvald wraps himself about Ulfang's feet, blissfully oblivious to the urgency of the matter.
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Ulfgar von Haren
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 90
Physical Description: Ulfgar, like his brother Ulfang, is a towering wall of power, standing at 7'4" with a frame apparently sculpted by the gods despite his obvious age. He has an old, wizened yet strong face that speaks of years of experience, complemented by a long white beard and a mane of well-kept snowy hair. His voice is gravelly and deep, perfect for commanding troops. His eyes are a deep greyish-silver, enigmatic and wise. He bears fewer scars than his brother, but it is obvious that he has not lived a life of luxury.
Clothes and Equipment: =============
When in battle, Ulfgar wears a heavy suit of full plate armour, old and scuffed up but crafted from the finest steel. While it bears little adornment, it is clear that it was built by the best smiths Aesgir has to offer. Upon his back, he wears a long white cloak in order to camouflage him in the snow, and obscure his form in battle.
As for weaponry, he is extremely proficient with the longbow and longsword, and usually carries both with him, the longsword of Dwarven make and thus very strong, though the bow is not quite as masterfully crafted.
Outside of battle, he wears rugged, utilitarian clothing, having traveled the roads far too long to wear anything resembling noble clothing, and he carries with him a leather satchel with the black raven sigil of the Von Harens adorning its front.
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Post by Ulfgar von Haren on Feb 12, 2016 10:46:31 GMT -8
Ulfgar nods and puts away his weapon, certain that it's razor sharp enough. He slides the whetstone back into his satchel and stands, heading toward the entrance.
"Come, daughter, we have some preparations to make," he says.
He leads her into the kitchen branching off from the roomy feast hall, a well-stocked, yet thusfar unstaffed room.
"So! What shall we make?" asks Ulfgar, looking about curiously.
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Salya von Haren
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Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Youngish
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Post by Salya von Haren on Feb 12, 2016 11:00:04 GMT -8
Salya thinks for a moment.
"It's been so long since we had boar...maybe I'll have a wild boar caught, and brought here. That'll be enough to feed the four of us. Then we could roast some potatoes...and maybe some carrots too, I guess."
She snaps her fingers, and there's the sound of scraping dirt outside. A moment later, a skeleton holding a crossbow shuffles into the kitchen.
"Go kill a boar in the woods. Bring it to us before nightfall."
The skeleton shuffles out, and Salya turns to her father.
"Shall we start on the potatoes?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2016 13:32:00 GMT -8
Azure should've been expecting that question, but that didn't make it any easier to answer. As he returned to his seat, she closed the space between them, moving to stand in front of him and display the Jewel in cupped hands. "The woman who held me before allowed one of her colleagues to perform a temporal scan on the Jewel, and myself. Doing so seemed to be part of what triggered the release of magic, and I have been able to access the magical diagram of the Jewel's composition. Over the time we have been traveling, I have been translating the speech of the Old Gods."
A blue-lit collection of runic script and diagrams sprung up from the Jewel, and with the slightest gesture of her fingers, it expanded, zeroing in one one particular section. "It does not say much. I suspect the Old Gods never anticipated that their power would begin to wane, or that someone would ever seek to release me from my imprisonment. But, roughly translated, it says that your idea was generally correct: The Jewel and myself must be infused with souls, although it does not say how many. The Jewel must also be bathed in the blood of the devoted, whatever that means, and placed into the heart's fire."
As the magical diagram faded away, she grasped one of his hands in hers, then folded the gem into his larger hand. "The Jewel is dying. There is a crack in its heart, and I suspect it will only grow until it is gone entirely. I cannot know how many souls are required, or who the blood of the devoted might be, or what the heart's fire is. The language is obscure and that is the clearest translation I could come up with." She lowered her head, clasping her hands before her. Her voice was quiet, ears drooping slightly. "We must be prepared to accept that it cannot be done."
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