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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2017 7:09:57 GMT -8
"Ahhh!~" Wah's face lit up with joy, he'd made progress in his quest! "Thank you! I come with you, yes!" The Kobold kid follows along with the scouts and he would be on good behavior like his dad had taught him. He told them about his Daddy in hopes they could help Wah find him, "I don't know what his full name is, but I know that mine is Wah Doobie, so his given name is Doobie. He has hair on top of his head, kinda shaggy, and he's brown-greenish. He wears blue clothes and he tells me he once turned a monster inside out! Oh, and he wears boots and his pants have a hole for his tail. My Momma is covered in feathers and don't wear much, her name is too hard to say so she's just Momma." Happy that Wah Doobie was going to stay under their safety, they continued their patrol at a slow pace, so the child could keep up. The group of them looked at each other when Wah said his dad’s name. None of them knew a “Doobie” off of the top of their head, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t somewhere inside the Legion camp. The original kobold who first talked to Wah responded to the kid. “None us know a ‘Doobie,’ but we can go an’ check inside the camp fer him if you want.”He paused, thinking of the chance that ‘Doobie’ wasn’t with them, then turned to ask the youngling. “Where are you gonna go if your dad isn’t here?” |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2017 7:19:06 GMT -8
Kharn walked up to the gates of the Hunting Legion, an octet of Wrathbringer daemons behind him, each pair carrying a massive chest filled with what sounded to be gold and gems. He yelled to the guards as he approached, clad in his red and brass armor, pair of axes at his side. "Kharn, Champion of Wrath and representative of Ira, Daemon Lord of Wrath, wishes to speak with your leader!" Had the massive man not been accompanied by such daemons and the banner of the Lord of Wrath, the guards and patrols would’ve filled him with arrows and bolts. Instead, they let him go up to the gates before he was stopped by what appeared to be the kobold who was in charge of guarding the camp. He was taller than his fellow bandits, but still quite insignificant compared to Kharn, Champion of Wrath. He had plate armor of various sizes and types protecting most of his body, and a relatively small poleaxe as his weapon. “What you comin’ ‘ere fer? Lookin’ for our services er wat? Otherwise you best start runnin.’”He spoke with a firm but scratchy and rough voice, somewhat signifying that he was an older veteran of the Hunting Legion. |
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Wah Doobie
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64 
Age: 2
Clothes and Equipment: Day Gown, Headdress, black socks, Polotimpimpapimpopo Wand (A memento of his dead friend Appopo)
Allegiances: Doobie Family
Registered: Jan 18, 2017 18:06:21 GMT -8
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Post by Wah Doobie on Apr 12, 2017 18:46:43 GMT -8
"Uh, um, well. I guess... If he's not here I look for him somewhere else Kobolds are! But I dun know where that is...." Wah still didn't have a clue where he was or where he needed to go, but he did feel like he'd made progress toward finding out. "This my first time being separated from my family."
The child bends down to pick up a rock he liked and puts it in his pocket, then quickly catches back up with the patrol.
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Post by Kharn, Champion of Wrath on Apr 17, 2017 5:27:19 GMT -8
The armored Champion raised one hand as the daemons looked to draw weapons at the insolence of the creature. Kharn had expected nothing less from the craven Legion.
"I wish to speak with your leader, and will tell him of my purpose here. Unless you wish to inquire further, in which case I can deliver your head alongside these chests."
His voice remained calm, even through the offered threat. Kharn had little patience as it was.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2017 5:06:33 GMT -8
Kaylie made her way carefully back to her former home. For many years she had committed atrocities in Zhax'n's name, until she left, tired of being hunted at every turn, constantly looking over her shoulder. And now she was back, bearing the badge of the Sun Marshals, a wolf at her heels and her hawk circling overhead of the vantage point in the tree she had selected. It afforded her a good vantage into the Camp, and for now she would watch. Her woodland magics would keep her from being tracked or detected by anyone so long as she remained still. She had an arrow ready in case anything funky went down inside the camp. would likely be able to sneakily take up a position overlooking the camp. Normally if she had no magic to hide herself, eventually one of the patrols would've likely stumbled upon and discovered her, but she could remain almost near indefinitely concealed with the magic assisting her. For now, she'd be safe from detection as the patrols passed her by. |
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Legion Master Zhax
Dedicated
In jail.
Roleplay posts: 105
Age: 24 Years
Physical Description: Avian yet Reptilian
5' 3" tall, bipedal legs
Strange marking on right side of neck
Clothes and Equipment: Light torso and leg plate armor
Dual 12" daggers
Hook and rope
Neurotoxin blow dart gun
Pots of flammable oil, and toxic gas
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Oct 3, 2015 11:16:18 GMT -8
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Post by Legion Master Zhax on Apr 21, 2017 7:18:47 GMT -8
Arya's attention would immediately snap to the entrance as Zhax entered the tent. He didn't seem happy at all, this was bad. There was no way they could have found out she was attempting to escape though! The bandit stormed right towards her grabbing her by the neck. Arya was sitll tied up so she couldn't very well resist, the gnoll's strength was quite surprising given his height. Arya made some choking sounds as she stumbled along dragged by her neck. It was then she spotted the dead gnoll, she seemed familiar. It was then that Arya remembered it was the one from the raid on the wagon, "I-I don't know who killed her! I didn't see her die before being captured," she said between gasping breaths, "There was another fighting t-though... a halfing. She was using magic." She hoped that was enough, Zhax seemed about ready to kill someone, most likely her. There was a pause for Legion Master Zhax to think, as he slightly loosened his grip on Arya Shieldheart's throat and looked away from her towards his dead captain. None of the bystanders dared to interrupt him during the silence, for they could easily draw Legion Master Zhax's fury onto themselves and would join Arya Shieldheart. Turing back to directly look Arya Shieldheart in the eyes, he stated a clear and simple question. "You're saying, you were not affiliated with the initial victims? Correct?"The urge to crush her throat for fun was tempting, but Legion Master Zhax was smart enough to know that wouldn't be beneficial to him and his warband. Well, as long as she wasn't killed, she would still prove use. There was the shuffling of another messenger outside the tent, but they knew not to enter at this time. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2017 8:02:01 GMT -8
"Uh, um, well. I guess... If he's not here I look for him somewhere else Kobolds are! But I dun know where that is...." Wah still didn't have a clue where he was or where he needed to go, but he did feel like he'd made progress toward finding out. "This my first time being separated from my family." The child bends down to pick up a rock he liked and puts it in his pocket, then quickly catches back up with the patrol. He asked, not knowing how much the youngster knew about his hometown. So far he proved a bit clueless. As they marched along the grassy hills, the leader noticed Wah Doobie pickup the rock, but didn't ask about it yet. He didn't want the kid losing his train of thought. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2017 9:42:57 GMT -8
The armored Champion raised one hand as the daemons looked to draw weapons at the insolence of the creature. Kharn had expected nothing less from the craven Legion. "I wish to speak with your leader, and will tell him of my purpose here. Unless you wish to inquire further, in which case I can deliver your head alongside these chests." His voice remained calm, even through the offered threat. Kharn had little patience as it was. The majority of the nearby Legion troops were smart enough to fear and stay away from Kharn, Champion of Wrath's comrades whom were daemons and the like. However, their path still remained blocked, by the few dozen who were either brave, or stupid. Probably both. They raised their poleaxes across the entrance, while the few heavily armored gnolls, goblins and kobolds to either side of the gate raised their polearms towards the coming party. The center guard, whom was seemingly the gate's leader due to the slightly better equipment than the other around him, had a statement to give to Kharn. "If ya ain't gonna give us a reason, den you're gonna have wait rite 'ere til he's ready. Got it?" |
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Wah Doobie
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 2
Clothes and Equipment: Day Gown, Headdress, black socks, Polotimpimpapimpopo Wand (A memento of his dead friend Appopo)
Allegiances: Doobie Family
Registered: Jan 18, 2017 18:06:21 GMT -8
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Post by Wah Doobie on Apr 21, 2017 11:38:50 GMT -8
"Duhhh... well we live up high! We can see for a long distance from our home. I don't remember what the mountain is called... Oh, if this helps, Daddy said he used to live somewhere wet and he didn't like it very much there. Like, it look gold when the sun sparkles on it but in a lotta of places ye could sink in the mud if you weren' careful. I tink it stawted with an M"
"What you do around here?"
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Post by Kharn, Champion of Wrath on Apr 24, 2017 7:38:06 GMT -8
Kharn sighed, the uppity kobold's attitude earning a response from the Champion of Wrath. The daemon's cackled gleefully as they felt his ire, which culminated in a blindingly fast strike that would embed one of his axes into the head of the Gate Guard Leader, splitting the kobold down the middle unless the strike was dodged, however unlikely that is.
Should the strike be successful, Kharn would look about the assembled idiots and gesture to the dead Guard. The daemons would not draw their swordsite unless the rest of the Legion attempted to attack.
"Anybody else?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2017 18:42:05 GMT -8
"Duhhh... well we live up high! We can see for a long distance from our home. I don't remember what the mountain is called... Oh, if this helps, Daddy said he used to live somewhere wet and he didn't like it very much there. Like, it look gold when the sun sparkles on it but in a lotta of places ye could sink in the mud if you weren' careful. I tink it stawted with an M" "What you do around here?" They continued to trek, over a hill and next to a stream... "Wat we do round 'ere? Well... we take what should be ours, and we take it back here then sleep an' eat 'ere." |
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Wah Doobie
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 2
Clothes and Equipment: Day Gown, Headdress, black socks, Polotimpimpapimpopo Wand (A memento of his dead friend Appopo)
Allegiances: Doobie Family
Registered: Jan 18, 2017 18:06:21 GMT -8
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Post by Wah Doobie on Apr 25, 2017 19:15:47 GMT -8
"Ohhh, dat sounds aright. What if someone else wants what you want? What you do if more than one wants somethin'?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2017 5:05:44 GMT -8
Kharn sighed, the uppity kobold's attitude earning a response from the Champion of Wrath. The daemon's cackled gleefully as they felt his ire, which culminated in a blindingly fast strike that would embed one of his axes into the head of the Gate Guard Leader, splitting the kobold down the middle unless the strike was dodged, however unlikely that is. Should the strike be successful, Kharn would look about the assembled idiots and gesture to the dead Guard. The daemons would not draw their swordsite unless the rest of the Legion attempted to attack. "Anybody else?" The poorly prepared guard stood no chance against such a strike from Kharn, Champion of Wrath. He quickly tried to raise his pole axe in defiance, but was much too slow to meet his blow. The axe would cleanly wedge itself through the kobold's weak helmet and into his skull and brain. He dropped instantly, the newly made corpse collapsing directly onto the ground when his head was made into two. Some would draw their weapons, others would step back in fear or terror, and a few simply turned and fled into the camp. After a moment, the blocking guards would hesitantly shuffle to the sides, and no one would be blocking Kharn's path anymore. Looks like there were no others looking to stop him or his companions from gaining entrance. ((I need Arya Shieldheart to post so I can use Legion Master Zhax.)) |
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Post by Kharn, Champion of Wrath on Apr 26, 2017 10:58:39 GMT -8
Kharn contemptuously pulled the axe out of the kobold's head, not even deigning to take the trophy, such a foe was too weak for him to even consider.
"Nobody else? Fine then." He sounds almost disappointed, the cowardly nature of the Legion being apparent. He continued on to where the Legion Master was...
The daemons snarled at anybody who go toon close, their faces a twistedly perfect representation of anger.
((Won't post any further until Arya and Zhax do, unless the Legion attempts to interfere)
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182 
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Apr 26, 2017 11:01:10 GMT -8
The arrival of the daemons and their champion was noted by Kaylie, but as far as she was concerned they were just uglier versions of some of the other legion members, though they seemed to be considerably tougher. She kept an eye out for any glimpse of where Arya may have been kept, and while she could see the tent that Arya was in, even the veteran Marshal had no way of knowing who was in there.
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Apr 27, 2017 9:07:20 GMT -8
"Yes! That is what I am saying. I-I am not affiliated with them," Arya said. She was somewhat scared now, and she almost never felt scared. She felt vulnerable with her means to fight taken away from her, her wrists and legs tied up as they were.
She felt like he would kill her at any moment, despite logic saying that would be bad for him. Zhax didn't seem to be very logical.
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Legion Master Zhax
Dedicated
In jail.
Roleplay posts: 105
Age: 24 Years
Physical Description: Avian yet Reptilian
5' 3" tall, bipedal legs
Strange marking on right side of neck
Clothes and Equipment: Light torso and leg plate armor
Dual 12" daggers
Hook and rope
Neurotoxin blow dart gun
Pots of flammable oil, and toxic gas
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Oct 3, 2015 11:16:18 GMT -8
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Post by Legion Master Zhax on Apr 27, 2017 18:38:30 GMT -8
"Yes! That is what I am saying. I-I am not affiliated with them," Arya said. She was somewhat scared now, and she almost never felt scared. She felt vulnerable with her means to fight taken away from her, her wrists and legs tied up as they were. She felt like he would kill her at any moment, despite logic saying that would be bad for him. Zhax didn't seem to be very logical. It seemed as if Legion Master Zhax would’ve taken another physical action out on Arya Shieldheart , had he not been interrupted. A rather terrified, cowardly looking goblin poke his head through the door to notice all the things going on. “Uh-h, Legion Master Zhax , uhhhhh… There’s dis big ‘uy at da gate, says he dun wanna talk to yeh. We let him in…”Zhax released Arya Shieldheart and stood up, once he heard she was not behind @mirssa ’s death. “Good, you bettar be worth all dis effert.” He said as he turned to ones carrying @mirssa ’s strecher. “You four, ya know what to do with ‘er, go.” He demanded them to exit with her body. And so they did as they were ordered to do so. Pointing to the remain guards, Legion Master Zhax then gestured them towards Arya Shieldheart , whom was likely on the ground at this point. “Yall best watch her, infact I wahnt double of yeh watchin.’ Double da watch or sumthin.’ I’ma go talk to our mister new man who here.” With that final illiterate statement, Legion Master Zhax left the tent to go meet this @southernbarbaians fellow. ((You don’t need to respond as Arya Shieldheart for a while, unless you’d like to try and make an escape or something.)) |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2017 19:09:32 GMT -8
"Ohhh, dat sounds aright. What if someone else wants what you want? What you do if more than one wants somethin'?" The guards began to kick the dirt, as it seemed their patrol was coming to an end. "Well, den you fight for yur right to have it. If you're strong enough, it's yours." |
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Wah Doobie
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 2
Clothes and Equipment: Day Gown, Headdress, black socks, Polotimpimpapimpopo Wand (A memento of his dead friend Appopo)
Allegiances: Doobie Family
Registered: Jan 18, 2017 18:06:21 GMT -8
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Post by Wah Doobie on Apr 27, 2017 19:48:54 GMT -8
"Oh, fight? I dunno howda fight. Hm, I neva had to before, but... what if someone wants what I have? I'd have ta fight to keep it." Wah thinks back and remembers Appopo fighting that feathery dragon, maybe Appopo wanted something from it.
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Legion Master Zhax
Dedicated
In jail.
Roleplay posts: 105
Age: 24 Years
Physical Description: Avian yet Reptilian
5' 3" tall, bipedal legs
Strange marking on right side of neck
Clothes and Equipment: Light torso and leg plate armor
Dual 12" daggers
Hook and rope
Neurotoxin blow dart gun
Pots of flammable oil, and toxic gas
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Oct 3, 2015 11:16:18 GMT -8
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Post by Legion Master Zhax on May 1, 2017 7:19:34 GMT -8
Kharn contemptuously pulled the axe out of the kobold's head, not even deigning to take the trophy, such a foe was too weak for him to even consider. "Nobody else? Fine then." He sounds almost disappointed, the cowardly nature of the Legion being apparent. He continued on to where the Legion Master was... The daemons snarled at anybody who go toon close, their faces a twistedly perfect representation of anger. and his band of demons had disposed of the front and center guard, and would be, for the most part, unharassed as they made their way through the reeking camp. However, Kharn would note he is surrounded, with the fearful remnants of troops tailing his group's rear, bunches of bandits littered the side roads, looking and wonder about what the hell was going on today, and in front of him was another wall of guards down the path, slightly better equipped than the last. It seemed they had no commander, until a gap in the spear line appeared. From that hole, Legion Master Zhax emerged and brought himself to the center. He stood slightly higher than the rest of his kin, but he still dwarfed Kharn, Champion of Wrath . His armor was made of mostly leathers and mail, clearly forged for himself and not just scraps like his fellows. His offhand gripped a long, jagged dagger, but his right hand was empty. His posture and tone did not seem to say he was prepared for such a visit. “You must be da one causin’ all data trouble outside, eh?”He smirked across his wide crocodile like face as his yellow eyes viewed the other carrier of evil with interest. |
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