Drakken
Established
Roleplay posts: 30 
Age: 22
Physical Description: - 5' 10"
- Brown/Black Scaled body
- 3 Obvious Scars under left eye
- Clawed hands and feet
- Muscular build
Clothes and Equipment: - Weathered top and trousers
Player's online availability : British Standard Time
Registered: Sept 18, 2016 12:00:29 GMT -8
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Post by Drakken on Sept 21, 2016 2:35:14 GMT -8
Drakken couldn't have been out long as when he came to, he could feel the uncertain imbalance all around him. He didn't know where he was, who was nearby by and if he was actually alive. He tried to sit up quickly, yelling out in pain as he tried to do so and falling back on the bed. Well I'm alive then. He though to himself. A sudden second thought shot into his mind, who helped me? What do they want? He began to panic and tried to roll off of the bed, only managing to thrash about and cause a ruckus.
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Post by The Kingdom of Gauldin on Sept 21, 2016 17:36:30 GMT -8
Something very hard impacts with Drakken's head. Not hard enough to knock him out or even hurt that much. Just hard enough to get his attention.
"Stop thrashing you will tear your stitches."
A firm voice sounds as the healer pulls his book away from the dragonkin. The man waits for Drakken to calm himself and then continues to speak.
"You suffered a very nasty cut and you were left exposed on the side of a mountain. You should be grateful to be alive monsieur not thrashing about like some wild beast."
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Drakken
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: 22
Physical Description: - 5' 10"
- Brown/Black Scaled body
- 3 Obvious Scars under left eye
- Clawed hands and feet
- Muscular build
Clothes and Equipment: - Weathered top and trousers
Player's online availability : British Standard Time
Registered: Sept 18, 2016 12:00:29 GMT -8
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Post by Drakken on Sept 22, 2016 0:26:48 GMT -8
Drakken looks at the man who instructs him to be still. It takes some time but he eventually calms down enough to assess the situation properly. "W...Where are we?" Drakken asked the man as he inspected the room, strange equipment and tools were all around him, he had lived most of his life in isolation away from man and his machines.
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Post by The Kingdom of Gauldin on Sept 22, 2016 15:03:20 GMT -8
"You are in the Southern Pass Outpost in the Kingdom of Gauldin."
The answer comes shortly as the healer returns to their desk. They had only gotten up to subdue the patient.
"When you are ready the outpost commander will want to have some words with you. We need to know what happened to lead you to be unconscious on the side of a mountain."
The healer returns to their work. Filling out the veritable mountain of paperwork involved in treating an non-national.
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Drakken
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: 22
Physical Description: - 5' 10"
- Brown/Black Scaled body
- 3 Obvious Scars under left eye
- Clawed hands and feet
- Muscular build
Clothes and Equipment: - Weathered top and trousers
Player's online availability : British Standard Time
Registered: Sept 18, 2016 12:00:29 GMT -8
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Post by Drakken on Sept 22, 2016 15:49:20 GMT -8
Drakken nods as he this time slowly lifts himself to a sitting position. "Does he want me to go find him or would he be willing to come to me? I don't think I'll be able to move for little while." He says as he grunts at the pain along his back. He studies the man as he moves, men are strange, he thought to himself. His next thought was, I need a drink of something. He pipped up once more, "Is there any chance of a drink as well? I've kind of thirsty."
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Post by The Kingdom of Gauldin on Sept 23, 2016 8:06:26 GMT -8
The healer looks up and chuckles.
"Don't be ridiculous. You are on bed rest until I say otherwise."
The man gets to his feet grabbing a mug and pitcher of water. Filling the mug the pitcher is set aside. Then he offers the mug to Drakken.
"Slow sips. Don't push yourself."
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Drakken
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: 22
Physical Description: - 5' 10"
- Brown/Black Scaled body
- 3 Obvious Scars under left eye
- Clawed hands and feet
- Muscular build
Clothes and Equipment: - Weathered top and trousers
Player's online availability : British Standard Time
Registered: Sept 18, 2016 12:00:29 GMT -8
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Post by Drakken on Sept 23, 2016 8:27:48 GMT -8
Drakken nods as he begins to sip the water. "How long till we get to wherever it is that we are going?" He asks man as he sets the mug aside. He was slightly worried of the sort of place they were going. Would they be friendly like this man seemed to be? Would they try killing him for sport like the men in the woods did? He didn't want to think of what awaited him at this journeys end, all he knew was that his time in isolation and peace was at an end and whatever happened to him now was out of his hands.
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Post by The Kingdom of Gauldin on Sept 26, 2016 20:31:03 GMT -8
(Sorry for the delay in this response. I didn't get an alert and forgot about it.)
"We aren't going anywhere."
The healer looks at the dragonkin curiously. They were in the outpost, there would be no additional movement of him for the foreseeable future. At least not until Drakken's back was healed enough for safe trouble. Which shouldn't be more than a week. Less if the outpost commander approved magical treatment of the wound.
"Like I said when you feel ready let me know. I will send for the commander and they will interview you here."
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Drakken
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: 22
Physical Description: - 5' 10"
- Brown/Black Scaled body
- 3 Obvious Scars under left eye
- Clawed hands and feet
- Muscular build
Clothes and Equipment: - Weathered top and trousers
Player's online availability : British Standard Time
Registered: Sept 18, 2016 12:00:29 GMT -8
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Post by Drakken on Sept 27, 2016 3:19:36 GMT -8
(Its cool not to worry)
Drakken nodded at the man before sighing.
"I'd like to talk to your commander now then if that is possible."
He said as he cringed a bit at the sudden shot of pain in his back. He took another few sips of his water, finally beginning to feel some hydration in his body. His lips were no longer dry and his head no longer pounded with the comings of a migraine.
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Post by The Kingdom of Gauldin on Sept 27, 2016 11:03:41 GMT -8
The healer gives the dragonkin a nod and gets to his feet. He exits the room and a few minutes later he returns with an older woman. She has a severe face, and silver grey hair drawn into a tight bun. She comes next to the bed and inclines her head.
"Bonjour, I am Commandant Layfette. Commander of this garrison. Medic Fontaine tells me you are ready for some questions. Let's start with your name and then you can tell me what happened monsieur."
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Drakken
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: 22
Physical Description: - 5' 10"
- Brown/Black Scaled body
- 3 Obvious Scars under left eye
- Clawed hands and feet
- Muscular build
Clothes and Equipment: - Weathered top and trousers
Player's online availability : British Standard Time
Registered: Sept 18, 2016 12:00:29 GMT -8
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Post by Drakken on Sept 27, 2016 11:13:58 GMT -8
Drakken in turn nods slightly. "Of course. My name is Drakken. I...don't know what happened. One minute I was being attacked by two men in hoods, the next I blacked out. After that...I woke up here..."
He looked the Commandant up and down, this one seemed different to the other people he had met, they carried themselves higher and had an air of authority about them, if that wasn't enough to intimidate him, her harsh look would have done.
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Post by The Kingdom of Gauldin on Sept 27, 2016 13:35:41 GMT -8
Drakken's response gets a raised eyebrow from Layfette. The commander softens her expression slightly, hoping to make the dragonkin more comfortable. It was hard to gauge age with species other than your own. However, the Commandant suspected Drakken was quite young for his kind. Which earned him some sympathy from the stern woman.
"Do you remember nothing else? Any idea of who attacked you? Or do you know what or who started the fire?"
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Drakken
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: 22
Physical Description: - 5' 10"
- Brown/Black Scaled body
- 3 Obvious Scars under left eye
- Clawed hands and feet
- Muscular build
Clothes and Equipment: - Weathered top and trousers
Player's online availability : British Standard Time
Registered: Sept 18, 2016 12:00:29 GMT -8
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Post by Drakken on Sept 28, 2016 0:04:48 GMT -8
Drakkens eyes dulled ever so slightly as he remembered the man who grabbed him, his scent, the memory of his home. "They...I...My home." His head fell as tears welled up in his eyes. "They were the ones who burned my home to the ground, my parents...they didn't survive." He said as his voice began to crack under the emotions he felt. "I think...I think I started the fire." He said as he looked the Commandant in the eyes. "But I don't know how."
He looked at his hands, turning them over and inspecting both sides a couple of times, "I wanted to hurt them for what they did. I wanted to make them feel what my parents did. Then, one of them did, he felt the sting of the flames as my my mother did, his cries echoed that of my fathers. The other, he ran off."
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Post by The Kingdom of Gauldin on Sept 28, 2016 16:06:01 GMT -8
Layfette gave the dragonkin a look of sympathy and understanding. Sensing that was all she would get from him at this time. Though it was interesting to learn that he was the one who set the fire. Summoning enough raw magical power to incinerate a man instinctively was impressive.
"Thank you for telling me of this Drakken."
The woman keeps her voice low and soothing.
"You stay here and rest up. Medic Fontaine will give you something for the pain, that should help you sleep."
She gives a curt nod to the medic who nods his understanding back. Drakken is soon provided with a cup of sweet smelling brew. Once imbibed it would but him to sleep fairly quickly. It would also speed the healing of the wound in his back. By the following morning he'd be much improved.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 1, 2016 12:49:16 GMT -8
"Engelverdammt Gauldin...." the lad mutters as he rides to Gauldin. Already the air was... unfamiliar, unbreathable to him. He wondered if he could make it to Travere without taking a single breath. Most likely not, he thought. He would slow down as he got closer to the actual country, knowing he had no paperwork so he would have to go through some form of bureaucracy. Groaning, the lad would look about, waiting for some border Guards to appear.
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Post by The Kingdom of Gauldin on Oct 1, 2016 15:32:56 GMT -8
Well, there were border guards around the Southern Valley Pass none approached Hansel. The large gate that stood along the only road through the mountains did have a large line of people waiting to enter, though. If Hansel approached a guard he would be told to: "Join the line S'il vous plaît." Assuming he listened to instructions he would have to wait roughly thirty minutes before reaching the head of the line. There he would be given a sheaf of paperwork to fill out, that asked a variety of questions. Most of it relating to his country of origin, any goods he was bringing in, and the purpose of his visit. Once his paperwork is completed he'd be handed his travel papers, advised not to lose them, and to report directly to a guard if he did. Then Hansel would be permitted to pass through the gates and into Gauldin proper.
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Drakken
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: 22
Physical Description: - 5' 10"
- Brown/Black Scaled body
- 3 Obvious Scars under left eye
- Clawed hands and feet
- Muscular build
Clothes and Equipment: - Weathered top and trousers
Player's online availability : British Standard Time
Registered: Sept 18, 2016 12:00:29 GMT -8
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Post by Drakken on Oct 1, 2016 15:47:35 GMT -8
Layfette gave the dragonkin a look of sympathy and understanding. Sensing that was all she would get from him at this time. Though it was interesting to learn that he was the one who set the fire. Summoning enough raw magical power to incinerate a man instinctively was impressive. "Thank you for telling me of this Drakken." The woman keeps her voice low and soothing. "You stay here and rest up. Medic Fontaine will give you something for the pain, that should help you sleep." She gives a curt nod to the medic who nods his understanding back. Drakken is soon provided with a cup of sweet smelling brew. Once imbibed it would but him to sleep fairly quickly. It would also speed the healing of the wound in his back. By the following morning he'd be much improved. Drakken slept soundly, deeply and darkly. His mind was filled with nothing but the void of time lost. Morning broke, as did his dreamless slumber. His eyes blinked slowly as he regained his consciousness. He looked around for Fontaine, the medic who had been treating his wounds. His thoughts went to his back as he tried to sit up, it was sore but not as painful as before. Well that's strange. He thought to himself as he lurched up from the bed. |
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 1, 2016 17:07:32 GMT -8
He did as instructed, though for reason of being here he put "Sightseeing and education," since saying he had to give money to the Queen's sister would no go down well. After all was done, he would once again mount up, and ride to Travere.
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Task Force Commandant Viddik
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 53
Physical Description: Gregor Viddik, has a face like a hatchet, hard lines and deep scars. His baleful brown eyes, have put a stop to more fights before they began than his reputation. His black hair is streaked with grey and he has been growing it out in recent years. He constantly smoke a cigar that never seems to get any smaller. Everything about Viddik screams do not mess with this man.
Clothes and Equipment: Highly magic resistant breast plate, military mage uniform which supplements his magic regeneration, his staff which amplifies spell power, and finally spokes a lizard that eats magic.
Registered: Dec 29, 2015 19:27:07 GMT -8
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Post by Task Force Commandant Viddik on Oct 1, 2016 18:44:55 GMT -8
Layfette gave the dragonkin a look of sympathy and understanding. Sensing that was all she would get from him at this time. Though it was interesting to learn that he was the one who set the fire. Summoning enough raw magical power to incinerate a man instinctively was impressive. "Thank you for telling me of this Drakken." The woman keeps her voice low and soothing. "You stay here and rest up. Medic Fontaine will give you something for the pain, that should help you sleep." She gives a curt nod to the medic who nods his understanding back. Drakken is soon provided with a cup of sweet smelling brew. Once imbibed it would but him to sleep fairly quickly. It would also speed the healing of the wound in his back. By the following morning he'd be much improved. Drakken slept soundly, deeply and darkly. His mind was filled with nothing but the void of time lost. Morning broke, as did his dreamless slumber. His eyes blinked slowly as he regained his consciousness. He looked around for Fontaine, the medic who had been treating his wounds. His thoughts went to his back as he tried to sit up, it was sore but not as painful as before. Well that's strange. He thought to himself as he lurched up from the bed. The medic Fontaine was at his desk just as last time. However, there is a new addition to the room. An older man with a face like a hatchet and an expression so severe it could make a nun feel guilty. His eyes glower at the dragon kin and as the Drakken sits up the man's voice growls out. It sounds exactly as one might suspect. Which is to say harsh like the man is gargling whisky laced with gravel. "So you're awake. I've been informed that you are the one that started the fire. Is that correct?" Though the words themselves aren't particularly hostile or commanding, the man's tone demands respect and obedience. Task Force Commandant Viddik was one of the most powerful military leaders in Gauldin, second only to the king. The man didn't tolerate any disrespect a fact that everything about him, from his tone to his bearing, to his appearance screams. In other words, he's an asshole but one you most definitely didn't want to mess with. |
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Drakken
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: 22
Physical Description: - 5' 10"
- Brown/Black Scaled body
- 3 Obvious Scars under left eye
- Clawed hands and feet
- Muscular build
Clothes and Equipment: - Weathered top and trousers
Player's online availability : British Standard Time
Registered: Sept 18, 2016 12:00:29 GMT -8
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Post by Drakken on Oct 2, 2016 0:02:22 GMT -8
Drakken slept soundly, deeply and darkly. His mind was filled with nothing but the void of time lost. Morning broke, as did his dreamless slumber. His eyes blinked slowly as he regained his consciousness. He looked around for Fontaine, the medic who had been treating his wounds. His thoughts went to his back as he tried to sit up, it was sore but not as painful as before. Well that's strange. He thought to himself as he lurched up from the bed. The medic Fontaine was at his desk just as last time. However, there is a new addition to the room. An older man with a face like a hatchet and an expression so severe it could make a nun feel guilty. His eyes glower at the dragon kin and as the Drakken sits up the man's voice growls out. It sounds exactly as one might suspect. Which is to say harsh like the man is gargling whisky laced with gravel. "So you're awake. I've been informed that you are the one that started the fire. Is that correct?" Though the words themselves aren't particularly hostile or commanding, the man's tone demands respect and obedience. Task Force Commandant Viddik was one of the most powerful military leaders in Gauldin, second only to the king. The man didn't tolerate any disrespect a fact that everything about him, from his tone to his bearing, to his appearance screams. In other words, he's an asshole but one you most definitely didn't want to mess with. Drakken heard the words and looked over at the man, he was indeed another who had an aura of command, a thing he noted that most of these people had, was he that important all of a sudden? Or was he so feared for what he was that only people of high rank would come and see him for themselves? He realised that he was starring at the man so he quickly answered him. "Y-yes I am. Or at least, I think I am." His voice wasn't meek, nor was it weak. It was rushed yet had a hint of confusion to it. |
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