Hand of the Mist
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Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Mar 26, 2021 0:51:23 GMT -5
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Post by Hand of the Mist on Aug 7, 2021 22:52:24 GMT -5
Beyond the pine forest lies an older, darker set of woods. Here, the trees are ancient giants, their canopies reaching towards the sky, their roots unrelenting, curling and knotting about the forest floor like the necks of wyrms. It is a hard task attempting to traverse these wilds. Harder yet when the wilds has its eye on you.
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Lucrezia Fletcher
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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 23:41:55 GMT -5
In the distance, a storm brewed. In the hours it took for the somber yet hopeful party to reach the twisted treeline, the storm had made its way above their heads. The winds tossed at the branches of the trees, occasionally knocking a twig or a branch down to the floor. It made the forest chatter in cracks and groans, a language of foreboding.
There were hardly any bushes or grasses on the floor here. It made sense, as there was little light to give them sustenance. Lichen hung from the trees, moss clung to stone, and a variety of fungus sprouted from anything that laid to rest forevermore. At another time, it could have been enchanting. With the storm and a roll of thunder so deep it rattled in their chests, it just felt like a trap.
Now and again, eyes would peek out at them from any corner of the forest. Further in, sitting upon an outcrop, was what could only be described as a wolf. It wasn't exactly a wolf, with its large yellow eyes, ruddy antlers, and rounded ears, but it was definitely wolf-shaped, and it regarded the group with scrutiny before wandering off when they got too close. It never truly left, just wound through the trees near enough to track them without feeling like an immediate threat. Its coat was a shaggy grey with a green-tinted mane, allowing it to blend in with the moss-laden rock of the forest floor.
Further ahead, the gauntlet stopped pointing them forward and kept them circling around a particularly fat tree with a network of tunnels made from its roots beneath. There didn't seem to be anything suspended in the branches, not that they could see. So was it beneath?
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Ironwolf Village
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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 8, 2021 9:06:09 GMT -5
The group walked as the skies blackened above them, Ásbera grew a bit anxious remembering the rain that kick them out of their houses.
"I was hoping that the weather would hold until we got more permanent shelter but I guess that won't happen," said Baggi.
Astrid nodded "Maybe you you should go back love, our people will need help getting somewhere safe."
Baggi agreed and headed to camp with the Breastplate, wishing the luck.
The two females analysed their situation, they decided that Ásbera would stay outside as a bow wasn't going to be very useful in a tight space, Astrid picked up the girls dagger and left her spear with the girl, as it also be hard to use under the tree.
Astrid went inside and Ásbera hid on top of a smaller tree near the one that Astrid went inside.
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Lucrezia Fletcher
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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 10, 2021 17:39:33 GMT -5
Beneath the tree, the tunnels were made of walls of wood and dirt, no light there to guide them. Small insects crawled away as Astrid made her way through it. In the wind, the great conifer groaned, speaking to the other trees around it. Little bits of dirt loosened and spilled onto the warrior as she turned a corner, sticking to the sweat on the back of her neck. It was musty in there, thick with loam and years of nesting animals finding home in such a reliable den.
Deeper in, the shine of something at the very center of the twisted roots yearned for Astrid's attention. Within them was an entire lego of armor with the cuisse, poleyn, greave, and sabaton. Just like the rest of the armor, it was too small for anyone to fit in and seemed as though it was modeled to be a leg, not to fit over one. The way the roos grew around it made it seem as though Astrid would be hard-pressed to wrestle it free.
Outside, the wolflike creature that had been following them approached the tree. Upon seeing Ásbera, however, it paused, staring at her.
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Ironwolf Village
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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 10, 2021 19:48:58 GMT -5
Neither darkness or bugs would stop Astrid, she was brave, this was one of the reasons why Baggi fell in love with her.
Upon finding the other part of the armor, she felt the roots hugging the thing, pulled the knife and started cutting, quick but carefully as she didn't want to collapse the damn tunnel, after freeing the part, she picked the rope, tied around the leg and her waist and began crawling back.
Out side, the sky was almost black and I wolf, ore at least something that Ásbera would say that it's a wolf. She was on the tree, her bow drawned out, one arrow aiming at the wolf, "Hello doggie," she said with that voice you make to cute puppies and let go of the string.
She would draw a second one as quickly as she could, shooting at the wolf again if he didn't die or at a second one, Freyr had taught the kid well, hopefully she would hit the shots.
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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 31, 2021 23:30:25 GMT -5
As the creature edged closer to the tree, even though it hesitated to let the arrow hit the ground in front of it instead of piercing its eyeball, the tree began to... shift. At first, it was a shudder, and even though she was underground, Astrid would feel it. It shuddered again and again as she hacked away at the roots, and when she finally freed the leg, there was a massive groan. It echoed through the air, old and slow, as trees were when they were soon to fall. But this one? It swayed, but not to one side, not to crash to the forest floor, but back and forth, as though trying to shake Ásbera from its canopy.
And below, the roots would rear up as snakes would, about to strike, and sped after Astrid.
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Ironwolf Village
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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 Sept 1, 2021 11:33:37 GMT -5
"Oh freak !" Ásbera exclaimed, she wasn't sure what was happening. The teenager struggled to keep balance while she giggled. "This is fun," she said, humping down the tree herself before it mafe her fall.
After touching the ground she bent her knees and fell on her butt, she pulled, if the wolf was still there, Ásbera would point another arrow at it "Just go away doggie."
If tge wolf wasn't the or after she managed to make it go away, Áasbera would speak to the tree saying "Are you a living tree ? Well, technically all trees are living since they are born, grow and die but that's besides the point. Can you talk ? I've never met a tree, well, not a 'living tree'."
Ásbera had the biggest smile, she looked exited but she didn't let her guard down. On the tunnel, Astrid heard the movement before she saw what was after her, she also didn't care to look as she thought it was some sort of snake slidering behind her as she moved as fast as she could.
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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 Nov 11, 2021 21:13:47 GMT -5
When Ásbera paused to speak to the tree, the wolflike creature stopped in its tracks and gave her an odd look, head tilted to the side as though confused. The tree did not answer her, but its branches did move to point at the woman, pausing for just a moment before they shot out at her with a fearsome speed. The same happened to Astrid, roots picking up the pace to try and snare her ankles.
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Ironwolf Village
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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 Dec 20, 2021 10:24:21 GMT -5
Ásbera, although curious, did let her guard down, as the three attacked she tried dodging it. "I'm going to assume you can't talk." It looked that she wasn't interested in causing any harm to neither the wolf or the tree but would absolutely do it to help her Astrid, the right now, could only crawl as fast as she could.
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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 Jan 8, 2022 10:57:27 GMT -5
The branches smashed all around Ásbera, but she ran circles around them. The tree reared up and the earth rumbled around them. Just then, even with the roots attempting to keep Astrid down, she managed to make it above ground. When she did, the roots retreated and the tree became silent.
At this moment, the wolf was now behind the tree, peering at them from the gigantic trunk, hackles raised, teeth bared, but it did not attack just yet.
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