Varia
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Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 23
Appearance: Race: Mostly Human
Brown Hair
Brown Eyes
Fair-Olive Skin
Average of Height and slightly athletic in build
Equipment: Clothes and Equipment: Bracelets of black leather, one bejeweled and bangled.
Head dress of feathers and braided leather.
Leather Armor (not depicted) in the form of: Corset, bracers, Hyde helmet, Hyde Boots
At Her Belt:
Short Sword (Left side of belt)
Pouch of Gold (Right)
Map and Compass
Pouch of Medicinals (Right)
5 ft Cord (back)
Flint and Steel (Left)
At Her Back:
Basic Bow
Quiver full of Arrows
1 large sack containing:
A change of normal clothing and underthings
2 Changes warm clothing
Winter Cloak or Summer
Dishes both for cooking and for eating
Protective cloth covered crystals of various colors
50 ft of rope, coiled (Hanging from Right)
Grappling Hook, 2 Torches (Hooked to left side of pack)
Sack of Food, Water Skin, Wine Skin(Right Side)
Bed Roll (On top)
Skills and Abilities: Class: Beast Master
Has the ability to communicate as well as command companion animals, each with their own special things and one common.
Has the power to heal minor wounds only.
Is able to hunt, climb, build fires, scout, cook, and is of beginner ability of swordplay, but more advanced in archery.
Can understand and verbalize common tongue as well as different fae dialects.
Biography: |Personality|
Appears aloof, Varia is a cool personality bordering on frosty sometimes. She is socially awkward in that her sense of humor is rather... lacking. But she is not without laughter, it is merely a rarity. Most of the time, she is serious and focused on what must be done. She does not always meet the eye but not out of dishonesty but rather doing so without really meaning to.
|Origins|
Varia was born to a human woman deep in the Usque ar Ñalma Forest, a woman who had fallen in love with a descendant of a faun. Her mother died shortly after, leaving the girl at the mercy of the forest. She became the daughter of the nymphs, groomed to take the place of the former Beast Mistress, Feruzia, who died within the caverns deep below the roots of the trees that grew tall within the ancient forest.
Registered: Jul 5, 2021 19:52:04 GMT -5
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Post by Varia on Jul 21, 2021 20:43:24 GMT -5
Once Varia opened her eyes she would find herself inside a rather large lean-to, it could accommodate up to tho adults and a child, it was wider than it was tall, beside her there was Líf, sitting down, grinding a yellow herb, she would also be able to see her companions if they were inside the temporary shelter as well and the outside light suggested bit was jus passed the middle of the afternoon. The herb had groups of leaflets surrounding a central group, the woman had picked one of the surrounding leaflets, after grinding them inside of a bowl she poured hot water on it, she waited a few seconds, put the bowl bro the side and helped the woman sit down. "Hi," she said, the woman showed no bad intentions on her expression, her smile seemed genuine, "this will help you with that fever." She grabbed the bowl, blew a bit on it than passed to the woman." She blinked a few times and then rubbed her eyes. She yawned and stretched as much as the lean-to would let her. Gods, she was tired. She was met by a woman who was smiling at her. She took the bowl and then slowly demolished whatever was inside, realizing that she was so very thirsty. Then she gave the bowl back to the woman and relaxed back. "Where am I?" she asked softly, slowly. Her gaze looked about and she tried to focus, but her vision blurred a little and she closed her eyes again.
"I don't feel well..." The lynx moved to cuddle her, and the owl perched at the top of the lean-to with fluffed out feathers.
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Nomi
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Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 24
Appearance: A young, diminutive human with pale white hair and soft yellow eyes, donning simple robes befitting the life of a nomad. The robe's left sleeve has been ripped off completely, exposing runic tattoos along the length of their arm, and a fresh gash made by the claws of a monster. Though much of the rest of their skin is covered by their robes, the ends of more tattoos can be seen creeping along their neck and wrists.
Equipment: Their possessions are few in number - A gnarled wooden staff, a dagger, a leather pouch containing divining equipment, and the clothes on their back.
Skills and Abilities: Nomi is a Seer of their people before arriving in the Mists, and has limited capabilities in ways of divination. However, these talents are known by them to be unreliable at best - they prefer to rely on their wits in order to get by in the new world.
Registered: Jun 11, 2021 0:33:43 GMT -5
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Post by Nomi on Jul 22, 2021 16:59:13 GMT -5
Nomi was growing sufficiently tired of waking up like this.
They had managed to escape the mist, but the river had almost drowned them - it was everything Nomi could do to keep their head above the water long enough to gasp for air. When they finally made landfall, coughing up water from their lungs, it wasn't long before all of their fleeting adrenaline had abandoned them. Their vision faded into black as consciousness left them.
When Nomi finally came to, they were alone.
They found themself in the forested edge of a field of gold. They searched for Khepri, falling into a panic when they awoke without any sign of her. Dreading the worst, they fell to their knees in the dirt, defeated, doing their best to slow their erratic breathing. They had finally found a friend after so long, and they had already lost her.
Nomi pressed on. The river had disoriented them, and they were even more lost than before - any attempt made to retrace their steps was made in futility. They wandered for some hours, the sun sinking lower in the sky, as the forest transitioned to an open field, and then - was that a settlement? They squinted at the sight, making out the shape of lean-to's in the distance. And approaching that settlement from the other side were...
Oh dear.
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Ironwolf Village
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Biography: This Account represents all of the Ironwolf Village NPCs
Registered: Jun 14, 2021 20:09:13 GMT -5
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Post by Ironwolf Village on Jul 26, 2021 14:44:49 GMT -5
After a few hours after the day had born, Baggi and Astrid were back to cliffs where the breastplate was, this time they brought Ásbera and she brought her bow, they had also brought 7 meters of rope.
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Lucrezia Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Appearance: Lucrezia is as fair and fine as any porcelain doll, with her long flaxen hair and painted features. Below the neck, however, is a much different story. Made from the finest metals, forged by the most skillful smiths, woven by the adept hands of an artificer, is a body made of armor. It was put together to seem as slender as any young lady's limbs with the toughness of plate and mail. Though no flesh is interwoven in the design, draping skirts and a cape were added to give her a more approachable, more feminine silhouette. Her eyes are a bright blue and swirl with an ethereal light.
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Equipment: Elmar, her ornate war scythe, is a living weapon with two cores, much like herself. He is a fallen warrior with a rigorous amount of life and after-death experience. When held, Elmar can make adjustments to the wielder's body to help them learn how to wield him.
A knife is set into her hip on a scabbard attached to her body in case someone gets too close for the scythe to become useful.
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Skills and Abilities: Lucrezia is new to the world and thus has little to no skills of her own. Thankfully, she is equipped with a hardy body and the ability to be dismantled completely without dying. The secret to her life lies in her two magical cores which harbor the parts of her soul. Should those be destroyed, so too would Lucrezia die.
Registered: Jun 10, 2021 0:25:17 GMT -5
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Post by Lucrezia Fletcher on Jul 26, 2021 18:05:03 GMT -5
As they came to the cliff, the gauntlet pointed to the edge, down at the steep incline. This time, it grabbed down toward the empty air, a gesture it had not done before.
The birds in the cliffside cawed and cooed at their young ones, who had just begun to hatch from their tiny, oddly colored eggs, all white and speckled with blue.
It was not going to be easy rappelling down the incline, as it was a concave monstrosity with its surface arching over the sides of a cliff, as though someone had taken a knife diagonally and down into a cake.
And that was certainly the worst way to cut a cake.
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Ironwolf Village
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Biography: This Account represents all of the Ironwolf Village NPCs
Registered: Jun 14, 2021 20:09:13 GMT -5
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Post by Ironwolf Village on Jul 26, 2021 18:41:59 GMT -5
As Baggi were trying the rope around Astrid's waistline Ásbera stopped him "Maybe we can do this without risking anyone's life, with might be able to hook it and fish the breastplate."
The party agreed on that idea, they just needed to tie some that could act as a hook to bring the breastplate up.
They first considered using an arrow but, although the arrow heads were triangle shaped, Baggi's hatchet looked like a better option as the head also had straight bits at both edges.
Astrid wood look for a place were they could hook the breastplate, if she found a part where they would have a safe grip so it wouldn't fall, Baggi would be the one trying to bring it up and Ásbera had her bow ready in case any of the bird's tried to attack.
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Lucrezia Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Appearance: Lucrezia is as fair and fine as any porcelain doll, with her long flaxen hair and painted features. Below the neck, however, is a much different story. Made from the finest metals, forged by the most skillful smiths, woven by the adept hands of an artificer, is a body made of armor. It was put together to seem as slender as any young lady's limbs with the toughness of plate and mail. Though no flesh is interwoven in the design, draping skirts and a cape were added to give her a more approachable, more feminine silhouette. Her eyes are a bright blue and swirl with an ethereal light.
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Equipment: Elmar, her ornate war scythe, is a living weapon with two cores, much like herself. He is a fallen warrior with a rigorous amount of life and after-death experience. When held, Elmar can make adjustments to the wielder's body to help them learn how to wield him.
A knife is set into her hip on a scabbard attached to her body in case someone gets too close for the scythe to become useful.
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Skills and Abilities: Lucrezia is new to the world and thus has little to no skills of her own. Thankfully, she is equipped with a hardy body and the ability to be dismantled completely without dying. The secret to her life lies in her two magical cores which harbor the parts of her soul. Should those be destroyed, so too would Lucrezia die.
Registered: Jun 10, 2021 0:25:17 GMT -5
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Post by Lucrezia Fletcher on Aug 3, 2021 14:22:26 GMT -5
The birds were not irritable. In fact, they watched the warriors curiously, heads moving back and forth as they searched for something to tie at the end of the rope. It was not until they brought the hatchet down by the rope did they begin to fuss, flapping about and making an awful racket at the strange object. Some of them perched onto it and began to peck it while the chicks inside the breastplate chirped helplessly as they were lifted up the cliff.
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Ironwolf Village
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Biography: This Account represents all of the Ironwolf Village NPCs
Registered: Jun 14, 2021 20:09:13 GMT -5
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Post by Ironwolf Village on Aug 3, 2021 17:13:54 GMT -5
The group looked at eachother when they noticed the chicks "Don't worry I have a plan," said Baggi "After we grab the breastplate I'll lower the back to the nest with my shirt, Ásbera stay close and love, please try not to let them peck at us with your shield."
Baggi proceed to lift both breastplate and chicks, Ásbera stood near him and Astrid had her shield up, if successful on bringing up the part they needed without dropping the animals, Baggi would tie his shirt in a bag with two points to hook on and would lower the animals back down carefully while his wife would try to stop the birds if they decided to attack without killing or harming them, if all went according to plan, Baggi would lower the rope a bit more so one of the knots would unhook so he could bring his shirt back up.
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Lucrezia Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Appearance: Lucrezia is as fair and fine as any porcelain doll, with her long flaxen hair and painted features. Below the neck, however, is a much different story. Made from the finest metals, forged by the most skillful smiths, woven by the adept hands of an artificer, is a body made of armor. It was put together to seem as slender as any young lady's limbs with the toughness of plate and mail. Though no flesh is interwoven in the design, draping skirts and a cape were added to give her a more approachable, more feminine silhouette. Her eyes are a bright blue and swirl with an ethereal light.
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Equipment: Elmar, her ornate war scythe, is a living weapon with two cores, much like herself. He is a fallen warrior with a rigorous amount of life and after-death experience. When held, Elmar can make adjustments to the wielder's body to help them learn how to wield him.
A knife is set into her hip on a scabbard attached to her body in case someone gets too close for the scythe to become useful.
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Skills and Abilities: Lucrezia is new to the world and thus has little to no skills of her own. Thankfully, she is equipped with a hardy body and the ability to be dismantled completely without dying. The secret to her life lies in her two magical cores which harbor the parts of her soul. Should those be destroyed, so too would Lucrezia die.
Registered: Jun 10, 2021 0:25:17 GMT -5
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Post by Lucrezia Fletcher on Aug 6, 2021 21:29:06 GMT -5
Though the little birds fussed something awful while their chicks were hauled up with the breastplate, they did not come to attack the group. They screeched and flapped around anxiously, making rounds above the groups' heads.
Just before they could replace the birds, a vision flashed before their eyes, as it had several times before in contact with these strange artifacts.
The same bedroom as before rose into view, replacing a corner of the hills they stood on. The white-haired woman was arguing with the man, throwing anything she could find: pillows, picture frames, the bedside table...
"Then leave if you're going to speak such heresy!" she screamed. "Leave this house! Abandon our sons as you did our daughter! I do not wish to see you again!"
Tears streamed down her face in sorrow and frustration, mingling with the aging lines etched in her skin. The man recoiled, placing a hand on his chest. He lifted his chin as though to speak and thought better of it. Wordlessly, he turned his back and disappeared.
The woman collapsed in the corner of the bedroom, holding something round and shining close to her heart.
"... he might be gone, but I'll always be here for you, dear. Always."
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Ironwolf Village
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Biography: This Account represents all of the Ironwolf Village NPCs
Registered: Jun 14, 2021 20:09:13 GMT -5
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Post by Ironwolf Village on Aug 6, 2021 21:51:11 GMT -5
After retrieving the breastplate and returning the baby birds back to the nest, Baggi out his shirt back, the vision made an impact on Astrid and her husband noticed.
"Are you ok love ?" He asked.
"Yeah. Do you think we..." She paused for a second "are we going to follow that path ?"
"Why would you guys start fighting like that ?" Ásbera asked, the married couple looked at eachother.
Astrid spoke "That couple in the vision most likely began fighting because of their loss that we learned about in a previous vision and... Back at the ship." Astrid's eyes began felling with water "I was pregnant and went through a miscarriage, only Líf and your father knows about this."
Ásbera's mouth hanged open, she was speachless, Baggi put his hand on Astrid's shoulder "I love you Astrid, you're the light that guides through the dark, nothing will take us apart, we'll get through the pain and that will make our bond stronger because I'll never give up on our love."
Astrid wiped her eyes, "I love you." Was her only reply, than she took a deep breath and lifted the Gantlet "Alright, where to now ?"
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Lucrezia Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Appearance: Lucrezia is as fair and fine as any porcelain doll, with her long flaxen hair and painted features. Below the neck, however, is a much different story. Made from the finest metals, forged by the most skillful smiths, woven by the adept hands of an artificer, is a body made of armor. It was put together to seem as slender as any young lady's limbs with the toughness of plate and mail. Though no flesh is interwoven in the design, draping skirts and a cape were added to give her a more approachable, more feminine silhouette. Her eyes are a bright blue and swirl with an ethereal light.
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Equipment: Elmar, her ornate war scythe, is a living weapon with two cores, much like herself. He is a fallen warrior with a rigorous amount of life and after-death experience. When held, Elmar can make adjustments to the wielder's body to help them learn how to wield him.
A knife is set into her hip on a scabbard attached to her body in case someone gets too close for the scythe to become useful.
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Skills and Abilities: Lucrezia is new to the world and thus has little to no skills of her own. Thankfully, she is equipped with a hardy body and the ability to be dismantled completely without dying. The secret to her life lies in her two magical cores which harbor the parts of her soul. Should those be destroyed, so too would Lucrezia die.
Registered: Jun 10, 2021 0:25:17 GMT -5
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Post by Lucrezia Fletcher on Aug 7, 2021 22:26:31 GMT -5
In an almost lackluster fashion, the gauntlet rolled its wrist and pointed down the hills, across the fields, and back into the forest.
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