Nettle
Established
Roleplay posts: 21 
Age: 11
Physical Description: Nettle is a short girl, standing only at four feet in height. She has a pair of long, perky rabbit ears, and a short fluffy tail.
Registered: Dec 10, 2017 8:21:44 GMT -8
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Post by Nettle on Dec 11, 2017 15:20:25 GMT -8
Nettle gives the questing horse a shove that sends it sliding back a few feet. No horse would get her candy. Not today, at least. She is very interested in the newcomer, however. Scooping up her gauntlets in her tiny arms, she walks up to Hilde. Her ears twitch in excitement. She has many memories of sweet ladies giving her candy. In fact, she's so unguarded, she walks right up and attempts to hug her.
"Pretty lady!" she exclaims!
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Dec 11, 2017 20:38:21 GMT -8
Rudiger was about to ask why Hilde didn't want to meet her companions, when he heard the ripping of turf and dirt being shredded sharply by sliding steel shoes. Rudiger quickly turned to watch as his destrier was sat back on it haunches by the forceful shove of such a little girl, and saw his helmet, which had previously been tied to the pommel of his saddle, go flying into the air and landing even further back. Rudiger felt his good eyebrow raise in disbelief at the sight, not quite sure if he saw that right. Destriers were trained and strong enough to be able to take the brunt of two men and horses charging at each other and colliding with amazing force and brutality.
When she came up with arm's wide towards Hilde, Rudiger had to restrain himself from taking a step back in shock. He did lightly place his hand on the little girl's shoulder though, and suggested, "I don't think Hilde here is quite welcoming for hugs right now. Maybe you should try later?"
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Khulan
Established
Roleplay posts: 35 
Age: 36
Physical Description: Khulan is nothing short of lean, and though her muscles aren't incredibly large, they are prominent beneath her thick, sun-bronzed skin.
Her face shows her age, as lines have begun to develop around her eyes and streaks of grey run through her dark, thin hair.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khulan is normally seen wearing thick furs and leathers in cold weather and long, plain tunics in warmer weather. Her favorite weapon is a composite recurve bow and a well-made saber.
On her left hand, she often wears a falconry glove. A similar piece of thick leather is fastened onto her shoulder.
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Registered: Dec 8, 2017 14:25:13 GMT -8
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Post by Khulan on Dec 14, 2017 15:41:13 GMT -8
As the caravan's new company began to socialize, Khulan walked herself over to one of the carriages and took a seat. She produced a pipe from her pocket and nodded toward Sarangerel to get a spill. The young girl walked over to the fire and took a small burning twig out of one of the campfires. She carried it over to her aunt and ignited the pipe with it carefully.
Taking a drag, Khulan sat back and observed, making her judgments silently. Sarangerel pulled her knees to her chest and curled up next to her.
One of the two giants, each roughly nine feet tall, bulky, and rugged, loomed over the fire and hummed to the tune that the bard played on his horsehead fiddle.
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Hilde
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hilde is slightly taller than average, standing at 5'7'', and cuts a peculiar figure. Toned, but all muscle on bones, with very, very little in the way of fat, giving her a vaguely sickly appearance. Covering her right arm, right shoulder, down to the top right of the back and to her chest, a magnificent arabesque of tattoos, in vibrant oranges and blues, covering every inch of flesh. Her left arm, instead, along with a good part of her left side, is severely burned, an old wound that has long since closed, leaving horrific scars in its wake.
Both her arms are always kept bandaged, hidden from sight, as though she were ashamed of them. She has several minor scars, including a rather visible one that runs up the side of her neck and under the chin. Her nose has been broken and then set at least a few times, and her left eyelid droops ever-so-slightly, memory of a strike that broke her supraorbital ridge.
Her eyes are a dull blue, that murks up in daylight, but they always appear sharp and attentive. Hilde's hair is ash-blonde, hacked short, unkempt and often dirty. What little bust she has she keeps bandaged tight, so that it does not interfere with her archery. Very little, if anything at all, is particularly feminine about Hilde.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hilde wears a padded, short-sleeved gambeson beneath a battered steel cuirass. Rough cloth trousers and knee-length reinforced leather boots protect her legs, and a single elbow-length glove covers her left hand and forearm, protecting it from the bowstring. She sometimes wears a simple fur cloak, when it's coldest.
Her weapon of choice is a titanic five-foot-nine warbow, cast in steel and reinforced with twin strips of metal. It is a weapon that is simply impossible to draw for anything approaching a regular human, that launches arrows the size of ballista bolts. This weapon she can only wield in virtue of her enhanced strength, and even then, it is no easy task. She also carries a hunting knife, for, well, hunting purposes.
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Player's online availability : I'm available most days of the week. My timezone is Central European Time, or Greenwich+1.
Registered: Dec 7, 2017 0:06:01 GMT -8
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Post by Hilde on Dec 16, 2017 12:22:06 GMT -8
Hilde's nose scrunched in disgust as she watched the short rabbit-eared girl shove the warhorse back with so little effort. Damnable monsters, the lot of them, no matter their looks. So caught up in her own mind, she was, that she could do nothing but gape in paralyzed confusion as the girl simply stepped up to her and attempted to crush her spine. It took the archer a few heartbeats to realize she wasn't being attacked. Instead, the unfathomable had occurred. The monster in the guise of a little girl had hugged her. Like a twisted mockery of a real child. For a few seconds still she was frozen, horrified and dumbfounded. She heard the wannabe hero say something, but didn't hear the words. She had a bad case of tunnel vision, staring directly into the eyes of the thing clutching her waist tightly.
Like a window struck by a brick, the moment of frozen quiet shattered, and Hilde's right arm flared in a multitude of colors under her bandages, glowing brightly even through the thick fabric, as she pushed the thing away with all the considerable strength she could muster. Hilde shouted "Don't touch me! You don't ever touch me!" at the top of her lungs, her eyes clouded with anger, confusion and a deep, irrational fear, and stepped as far back as she could, her breathing suddenly ragged and halting. She was staring directly at the small girl, unblinkingly, clutching at her side -no, at the hilt of her shortsword.
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Nettle
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 11
Physical Description: Nettle is a short girl, standing only at four feet in height. She has a pair of long, perky rabbit ears, and a short fluffy tail.
Registered: Dec 10, 2017 8:21:44 GMT -8
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Post by Nettle on Dec 16, 2017 13:12:57 GMT -8
Nettle really wasn't putting any force into her hug. Her father taught her that people are fragile, and that she had to be careful. Except with him, of course. Hilde's shove surprises her, sending her staggering back. She loses her balance, lollipop flying from her mouth as she topples back into the dirt. The words hurt even more. She sits up in the dirt, tears rolling down her face. She isn't angry, she just doesn't understand. She clutches at one of her gauntlets, cuddling it in the same way another child might hold a teddy bear.
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Chesknight
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: About three and a half feet tall, and rotund. The Chesknight never removes his armor, and has two glowing, amber eyes peeking beneath his helmet. His arms and legs are short, limiting his mobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Equipped fully in a suit of curious armor seemingly made from large acorns, it holds as fast as any steel. He wears a cloak of leaves, which seems to serve no purpose and wields a sword of amber which seems to function similarly to a normal metal one. He also wears a ring that allows him to discern his location is focused on for about 5 minutes.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 19:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Chesknight on Dec 16, 2017 19:56:45 GMT -8
Whatever conversation the Chesknight had expected to build up with the wizard who had approached was suddenly shattered as Nettle was quite suddenly pushed violently to the ground, as if beset by some schoolyard bully. Instead, the fey found a full grown woman, yelling at her. To make matters worse, she even reached for her blade. Although slow and unwieldy, the fey darted forward as fast as his legs would allow, standing before the fallen girl and facing Hilde as he drew his own amber blade. "You shall cease this folly! You come into these people's camp and assault their children? What kind of bandit are you?" he challenged, clutching the grip of his sword as he stared the woman down before him. Though he hadn't seen what had transpired in its entirety, he had heard nothing to warrant this act. Hilde's actions were strange to him and to many people doubtlessly. Even so, the signs of her own obvious distress were lost in his anger. |
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Dec 16, 2017 20:46:50 GMT -8
Rudiger quickly stepped back from Hilde's rage, not wanting to connect with the brightly dancing magic underneath her bandages. When it seemed everyone had calmed down slightly, if you could call Nettle's crying calm, Rudiger released the breath he had not realized he had been holding. He snorted at Hilde's comment, seeing why she was now hesitant to meet the rest of their companions.
Instead of lashing out at her, as he so desperately wanted to do, he bit his tongue, quite literally. He turned to the crying Nettle, and walked over to her, and offered her a hand up, still not speaking to avoid saying anything he would regret. He figured the Chesknight could take point on this as he watched him storm up to Hilde, as he saw to Nettle. Rudiger couldn't, with him being a normal human. It would rely upon the others to prove themselves.
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Nettle
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 11
Physical Description: Nettle is a short girl, standing only at four feet in height. She has a pair of long, perky rabbit ears, and a short fluffy tail.
Registered: Dec 10, 2017 8:21:44 GMT -8
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Post by Nettle on Dec 18, 2017 8:02:29 GMT -8
Nettle sees this and looks up at Rudiger, unsure. Hesitating slightly, she reaches up to take his hand, being careful to set down the gauntlet first. After being pulled to her feet, she wraps her arms around his waist, squeezing him perhaps just a bit too tightly with an enthusiastic hug.
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Hilde
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hilde is slightly taller than average, standing at 5'7'', and cuts a peculiar figure. Toned, but all muscle on bones, with very, very little in the way of fat, giving her a vaguely sickly appearance. Covering her right arm, right shoulder, down to the top right of the back and to her chest, a magnificent arabesque of tattoos, in vibrant oranges and blues, covering every inch of flesh. Her left arm, instead, along with a good part of her left side, is severely burned, an old wound that has long since closed, leaving horrific scars in its wake.
Both her arms are always kept bandaged, hidden from sight, as though she were ashamed of them. She has several minor scars, including a rather visible one that runs up the side of her neck and under the chin. Her nose has been broken and then set at least a few times, and her left eyelid droops ever-so-slightly, memory of a strike that broke her supraorbital ridge.
Her eyes are a dull blue, that murks up in daylight, but they always appear sharp and attentive. Hilde's hair is ash-blonde, hacked short, unkempt and often dirty. What little bust she has she keeps bandaged tight, so that it does not interfere with her archery. Very little, if anything at all, is particularly feminine about Hilde.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hilde wears a padded, short-sleeved gambeson beneath a battered steel cuirass. Rough cloth trousers and knee-length reinforced leather boots protect her legs, and a single elbow-length glove covers her left hand and forearm, protecting it from the bowstring. She sometimes wears a simple fur cloak, when it's coldest.
Her weapon of choice is a titanic five-foot-nine warbow, cast in steel and reinforced with twin strips of metal. It is a weapon that is simply impossible to draw for anything approaching a regular human, that launches arrows the size of ballista bolts. This weapon she can only wield in virtue of her enhanced strength, and even then, it is no easy task. She also carries a hunting knife, for, well, hunting purposes.
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Player's online availability : I'm available most days of the week. My timezone is Central European Time, or Greenwich+1.
Registered: Dec 7, 2017 0:06:01 GMT -8
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Post by Hilde on Dec 22, 2017 13:27:31 GMT -8
Hilde kept glaring at the creature in the guise of a child, with fear and disdain, until she was beset by the short fae creature, who accused her of misdoings and drew its blade. It spoke in magniloquent and self-righteous tones, but she ignored its words. She wouldn't travel with treacherous non-humans -and this was quite why. Without reply, she spat on the floor, turned on her heels, and started walking away, gritting her teeth as she did so. No magic, no non-humans. That was the deal. That was always the deal. She shouldn't have come here. She left the encampment and made for the city, disdain evident in her eyes.
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Chesknight
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: About three and a half feet tall, and rotund. The Chesknight never removes his armor, and has two glowing, amber eyes peeking beneath his helmet. His arms and legs are short, limiting his mobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Equipped fully in a suit of curious armor seemingly made from large acorns, it holds as fast as any steel. He wears a cloak of leaves, which seems to serve no purpose and wields a sword of amber which seems to function similarly to a normal metal one. He also wears a ring that allows him to discern his location is focused on for about 5 minutes.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 19:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Chesknight on Dec 24, 2017 12:45:32 GMT -8
When Hilde stormed away, the Chesknight didn't pursue her, or any part words of anger. Instead, seeing the danger had passed, he sheathed his blade. "What a foul woman she was." he grumbled. Once he was certain she was out of sight he turned, heading to Nettle who had locked Rudiger in an embrace. "Are you alright? She didn't harm you, did she?" he asked, checking over the girl. When it seemed she didn't have any major injuries he sighed, looking up at Rudiger. "It's only natural that some humans would react as she had. I'm used to it, but..." he looked at Nettle.
"I know it's hard to understand now." he told her, he wasn't certain if this was a common occurrence for her, but he still remembered when he had first manifested on this plane. It wasn't easy adjusting to the expectations of mortals.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Farmlands
Dec 25, 2017 14:45:42 GMT -8
via mobile
Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Dec 25, 2017 14:45:42 GMT -8
Rudiger felt a bit of air get compressed out of him by the embrace of Nettle, and was tempted to tell her to hold back her enthusiasm. But, his gentler side came through, and he rested his hand on her shoulder, saying, “It’s alright. There’s no need to worry.”
He nodded along with Chesknight’s assertions, knowing that quite a few humans had difficulty accepting differences between other humans, let alone other species entirely. He didn’t share those thoughts or feelings, believing everyone equal in dignity.
Seeing an opportunity, Bob the destrier recouperated from the shove, and began sniffing for the discarded lollipop on the ground. Finding it, he took the candy in his mouth, and trotted away before Nettle could shove him again.
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Nettle
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 11
Physical Description: Nettle is a short girl, standing only at four feet in height. She has a pair of long, perky rabbit ears, and a short fluffy tail.
Registered: Dec 10, 2017 8:21:44 GMT -8
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Post by Nettle on Dec 25, 2017 15:00:09 GMT -8
Nettle releases Rudy and steps back, returning to her former cheerful mood. She looks around, but Hilde has already gone. So has her candy. Without much else to say or do, she picks up her discarded bag and rewraps her gauntlets. On a second glance, the cloth she uses looks suspiciously metallic. Now entirely carefree, she sets about picking flowers.
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Khulan
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 36
Physical Description: Khulan is nothing short of lean, and though her muscles aren't incredibly large, they are prominent beneath her thick, sun-bronzed skin.
Her face shows her age, as lines have begun to develop around her eyes and streaks of grey run through her dark, thin hair.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khulan is normally seen wearing thick furs and leathers in cold weather and long, plain tunics in warmer weather. Her favorite weapon is a composite recurve bow and a well-made saber.
On her left hand, she often wears a falconry glove. A similar piece of thick leather is fastened onto her shoulder.
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Registered: Dec 8, 2017 14:25:13 GMT -8
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Farmlands
Dec 26, 2017 13:17:10 GMT -8
via mobile
Post by Khulan on Dec 26, 2017 13:17:10 GMT -8
"Ignorant, Chesknight. Afraid. Feel no disdain for those who need your pity."
Khulan had walked up to the group after Hilde had taken off. She stared silently after her for a minute before speaking again. "All who wish to serve are welcome. Those who do not may leave. She has made her choice."
Making her way to her carriage, the woman left them for the night, resting until morning.
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Chesknight
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: About three and a half feet tall, and rotund. The Chesknight never removes his armor, and has two glowing, amber eyes peeking beneath his helmet. His arms and legs are short, limiting his mobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Equipped fully in a suit of curious armor seemingly made from large acorns, it holds as fast as any steel. He wears a cloak of leaves, which seems to serve no purpose and wields a sword of amber which seems to function similarly to a normal metal one. He also wears a ring that allows him to discern his location is focused on for about 5 minutes.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 19:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Chesknight on Dec 26, 2017 13:30:57 GMT -8
When Khulan spoke up behind him, the Chestknight turned towards her. "It is easy to to pity someone when you aren't the target of their prejudices." he told her simply. "But easier still to hate. I shall keep my judgement to myself, but I doubt it will change the way those of us who suffer it feel." Their party, now lessened by one person did not give him much hope for the coming disaster, but as long as they were fighting for the right reasons, surely they could overcome any obstacle. He had seen humans accomplish much more with much less. It was their tenacity that made them what they were.
"I suppose the child is content to accompany us, and if her father is gone we cannot simply leave her alone here." he said to Rudiger, looking at Nettle as she picked flowers by campfire. "She seems to have an inhuman strength, perhaps she may prove to be a boon." looking back to the fellow knight he gave a nod. "She seems to respond better to you than to I, let us keep an eye on her. I'll patrol for tonight." Once the conversation wrapped up he waddled off, patrolling the caravan and keeping watch along with the humans. He felt no need for sleep or rest, and could see reasonably well in the dark providing him an edge with keeping watch.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Dec 26, 2017 19:05:25 GMT -8
Rudiger nodded along with Chesknight’s assessment of the situation. Nettle did seem to warm up to him better, and he wasn’t ready to let her out his sight quite yet. It wasn’t that she wasn’t strong, but he was concerned about her naivety. She had walked right up to Hilde, much to the consternation of Hilde.
He answered Chesknight, “I’ll keep her close by, until we find her father.” He turned to Nettle, “Hey, want to come find something to eat with me?”
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Nettle
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 11
Physical Description: Nettle is a short girl, standing only at four feet in height. She has a pair of long, perky rabbit ears, and a short fluffy tail.
Registered: Dec 10, 2017 8:21:44 GMT -8
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Post by Nettle on Dec 29, 2017 14:03:35 GMT -8
Nettle nods her head. "I like meat," she opines.
She draws up to Rudiger's leg, seemingly content to follow him around for now.
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Khulan
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 36
Physical Description: Khulan is nothing short of lean, and though her muscles aren't incredibly large, they are prominent beneath her thick, sun-bronzed skin.
Her face shows her age, as lines have begun to develop around her eyes and streaks of grey run through her dark, thin hair.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khulan is normally seen wearing thick furs and leathers in cold weather and long, plain tunics in warmer weather. Her favorite weapon is a composite recurve bow and a well-made saber.
On her left hand, she often wears a falconry glove. A similar piece of thick leather is fastened onto her shoulder.
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Registered: Dec 8, 2017 14:25:13 GMT -8
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Post by Khulan on Jan 1, 2018 19:38:32 GMT -8
The campfire was rich with the smells of roasted pork, which had been placed onto a metal pan and sat to fry among chunks of potato and various spices. Dinner was shared eagerly with those who asked, and it would seem that the rest of the night went by without fault.
As the sun was just setting a purple hue across the sky, the Toragana Caravan was already packing up and serving breakfast. Something sweet and hearty floated through the air, leading many to a pot of oats with apples cut in. Khulan was riding in on her horse once more, dead rabbits hanging from the saddle. An old couple had been complaining about some of their rooted vegetables being ravished.
It would seem she had not killed them all. Sliding from her saddle, Khulan retrieved a palm-sized bundle from one of the pockets and handed it to Sarangerel, who was both shocked and delighted and went to show the girl with the bunny ears immediately. "It has tiny antlers!" she exclaimed.
Khulan gathered her company once they were packed, arching an eyebrow that urged the newcomers to ask questions now if they had any. "Last chance to leave if you still have fear in your hearts."
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Chesknight
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: About three and a half feet tall, and rotund. The Chesknight never removes his armor, and has two glowing, amber eyes peeking beneath his helmet. His arms and legs are short, limiting his mobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Equipped fully in a suit of curious armor seemingly made from large acorns, it holds as fast as any steel. He wears a cloak of leaves, which seems to serve no purpose and wields a sword of amber which seems to function similarly to a normal metal one. He also wears a ring that allows him to discern his location is focused on for about 5 minutes.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
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Post by Chesknight on Jan 2, 2018 0:31:02 GMT -8
The snoring of humans was the only noise that upset the silence of that night, and the Chesknight was satisfied with the peace that had accompanied it. After all, all knights fought for peaceful nights and happy people. At least, that was what the fey assumed. The night was a time of contemplation and planning for a being that required no sleep, and he took the time to do a few chores that might speed up their morning routine, so long as it wasn't loud enough to wake the humans.
At last the sun began to dye the sky above, and as the caravaneers roused from their beds they milled about, making the place a bit more lively. When Khulan rode back in from hunting he approached her, joining the others as she asked them whether they would abandon the cause. It was no surprise when he stayed silent, staring up at her with renewed determination. He would see this through.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Jan 2, 2018 11:13:40 GMT -8
Rudiger was one of those snoring humans, though lightly compared to the others. He had made a pillow out of his saddle, using the saddle blanket as his own blanket, after stripping out most of his armor, save the blue gambeson. The thick cloth of the gambeson provided much desired warmth over his white woolen shirt and black woolen pants, especially in the early morning hours as the camp stirred to life.
Rudiger focused on preparing him and Bob for the trip, first brushing down the destrier. Part of his morning ritual, it allowed Rudiger's muscles to warm up, and would help make sure Bob wouldn't get any saddle sores from matted hair. Satisfied with scrubbing down Bob, Rudiger lifted his hooves in turn, and using a hoof pick, he cleaned out the dirt from his hooves, which would ensure his sure-footedness.
Finally finished with his maintenance, he threw the saddle blanket on Bob, followed by the saddle. As he tightened the girth strap, he could feel Bob sucking in air, as he hated having to wear a tight strap. Smiling at Bob's little game, he tightened the strap, and then began to lead Bob on a quick walk around the camp. When they finished their quick walk, the girth strap was now loose on Bob, and Rudiger tightened it all the way, despite Bob's snort in protest. Rudiger threw his armor in a bag, and slung it behind the saddle, and mounted.
He rode over to the group, and listened to the end of Khulan's brief speech. He knew he was in it for the long haul, and wouldn't leave any time soon.
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Nettle
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 11
Physical Description: Nettle is a short girl, standing only at four feet in height. She has a pair of long, perky rabbit ears, and a short fluffy tail.
Registered: Dec 10, 2017 8:21:44 GMT -8
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Post by Nettle on Jan 3, 2018 20:41:05 GMT -8
Nettle eats the offered meal, carefully avoiding the vegetables. She curls up on top of one of the wagons, sleeping out in the open, and remains there until long after everyone else has awoken, only sitting up for the speech. She still doesn't really understand why everyone is taking this so seriously, but perks up when she hears it's time to leave.
The presentation of the horned rabbit confuses Nettle. She reaches out for it, asking, "Dinner?"
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