Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255 
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Dec 31, 2015 13:08:09 GMT -8
Silas caught Oliver before he hit the ground. One arm wrapped around the young manSilas stoop and lifted Oliver in a fireman's carry. With his left hand Silas grabbed the yew longbow. "You did good, kid." He sad as he began to carry Oliver to where it appeared the General had formed a shield wall.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244 
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Dec 31, 2015 20:55:46 GMT -8
"Damn it, Vain! Why did you assist that...creature?" asks Andraste as she worms out of Vain's arms and back onto the muck of the swamps, collapsing to one knee as a jolt of pain explodes through her chest, emanating from her left shoulder. If Vain offers her a helping hand, she'll push it away. "Where did that thing even come from? And why was it disinterested in me?"
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King Konrad I von Audria
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 38
Physical Description: Tall, strong, and stern, the Hochmeister embodies all that a knight should be physically capable of. He has a clean-cut, stern face, with wide dark blue eyes, a sharp jaw, and short dark hair. He's taller than most individuals throughout Vessex, and rivals the Asgeirian Varan in terms of strength and posture. He's certainly an intimidating man.
Registered: Aug 6, 2015 13:14:16 GMT -8
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Post by King Konrad I von Audria on Jan 1, 2016 6:13:38 GMT -8
Konrad and his Knight-Brothers maintain the shield wall, watching as the demon 'eats' their magic. It's a horrible thing to look at, and all the Brothers in concession know that this is the reason they fight. Fortunately, it seemed the Wickan commander turned on the demon and fired upon it, causing its retreat as it jumped into the river. Standing up, Konrad announced "archers, clerics, to the river! Fire on the demon!" At the Hochmeister's command, those Brothers who came armed with a bow briskly rushed to the river bank, firing in massed volleys at the demon, Gluttony; these were knights of nobility, and they had all been trained in archery since a young age, like all knights. The clerics, magically gifted, fired a series of light-based magic at the demon; they were not exactly powerful, but perhaps it would weaken the demon or slow him down to some extent. They paid little to no heed to Oliver's remaining soldiers, and it looked as if Knight-Brothers and Wickan-sympathizers were fighting as one. The shield wall was disbanded, and Silas had managed to pull the Wickan commander, Chance, into the safety of the Brothers. The OrdenMarschall Dietrich, in all his intimidation, looked on in some frowned curiosity, but when he realized it was noneother than the Wickan commander. He looked upon them like a hungry wolf looks at an injured elk. Konrad, despite his injury, broke into a brisk run towards the group, making it to Oliver and Silas before Dietrich. "Stand down," he barked at his OrdenMarschall. Dietrich came to a sudden halt and looked angrily at Konrad. "I said stand down," the Hochmeister reiterated. Dietrich growled and clenched his fists before angrily stomping in another direction. Konrad looked down at Oliver and Silas and bent down to see what was the matter. "Worry not, friend," he began, speaking to Silas, "I hold no grudge against this man, for if I was in his place, I would have made the same decision." Konrad spoke generously, and unlike most generals he was willing to let Oliver's company 'reform' themselves. "So long as your friend and his warriors denounce any allegiance to the Wickan god, they shall be spared, cared for, and released; if not... well, they must be executed. Anyone who worships the Wickan god is far to dangerous to be left alive." |
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Jan 1, 2016 20:17:47 GMT -8
"Do not let that abomination escape!" shouts the crimson sorceress.
Andraste summons the last of her might and throws her hands up as she stands, the obsidian tip of her staff crackling and sparking as the elemental magic of water -- to which it is poorly attuned -- explodes through it. Andraste feels her way through the river with her mind, until she pinpoints Gluttony's location. She begins chanting as she focuses on his area, and the water around him begins to slow and cool, ice crystals appearing in the river before him. While it's unlikely the demon knows what Andraste has planned, it's more than clear that it won't be good for him.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Jan 2, 2016 12:16:41 GMT -8
Vain's face falls, and looks rather like a kicked puppy when Andraste shoves him away.
"Andraste, no! He's...someone I know..."
He runs after her, trying to touch her, to hold her.
"Stop! Stop! You don't know what you're doing!"
He tries to bump her, to throw off her aim.
"Don't kill him! He owes me a favor!"
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Chance
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: 20
Physical Description: A tall young man with scraggly hair and the beginnings of a beard. His build is lean and muscular, skin tanned from working as at docks and on boats for the past year.
Registered: Apr 27, 2015 17:46:53 GMT -8
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Post by Chance on Jan 2, 2016 17:57:58 GMT -8
Oliver came to. He felt completely fatigued dispite have exerted himself little surfing the battle. His grasp of magic was still very small and even a simple spell took all his energy.
Surveying his situation he started. The words of Silas came back to him like a distant memory. Reflexively his hand darted into his sleave, but came out empty.
"You are General Konrad." Oliver sat up und rubbed his tempes. He looked around until he spotted Silas with his bow.
Looking back to Konrad, "The...the demon...I helped release it. Did it get away?"
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Jan 5, 2016 22:14:44 GMT -8
Silas squared off with Dietrich, looking him straight in the eye. He said nothing. His arms hung loosely at his sides. A long hunting knife was tucked into his raged cloth belt. Silas did not intend to start any trouble, but he would defend Oliver.
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Chance
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: 20
Physical Description: A tall young man with scraggly hair and the beginnings of a beard. His build is lean and muscular, skin tanned from working as at docks and on boats for the past year.
Registered: Apr 27, 2015 17:46:53 GMT -8
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Post by Chance on Jan 5, 2016 22:29:39 GMT -8
When the demon dove into the water Ferndale gave the signal for his group to depart. It was to late however. He and his soldiers had already been caught behind the enemy lines. Ferndale, being a cautious man, told his soldiers not to engage. Two of the warriors did not obay. with a screech the flung themselves at the nearest members of the Brothers of the Sword. The rest of the wiccans threw down their weapons.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Jan 22, 2016 9:27:54 GMT -8
Andraste's channeling is disrupted as Vain careens into her, and her spell is left incomeplete, the water simply turning into a slush that melts away into the river's current. Andraste affixes Vain with an annoyed look.
"A friend? That...thing is a menace. Who knows what sort of havoc it will release now that it's been allowed to run free?" says Andraste, her dulcet tones punctuated by a clear tone of foreboding.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Jan 22, 2016 9:37:56 GMT -8
Vain gives her the ol' puppy eyes.
"Please, Andraste. It won't eat anyone important. I'll make sure of that. He owes me a favor now, and you know how favors work with demons."
He glances around for someone who looks vaguely like a medic.
"Come on, let's get that arm looked at and patched up. Also, we should go to Carmela. Beaches and sunlight. Much better than mud and trenches, don't you agree?"
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Jan 26, 2016 19:46:59 GMT -8
Andraste is clearly not amused, although she does calm down slightly as she sighs and rubs the bridge of her nose between two fingers.
"Fine. Minimise the damage where you can until this daemon is dealt with," she responds, "and after we're done here, I would be happy for a change in scenery."
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