The Mist
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Roleplay posts: 8
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 16:16:21 GMT -5
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Post by The Mist on Mar 20, 2021 17:46:49 GMT -5
The Argentium RiverRunning from the mountains to the base of the Cathead Peninsula, the Argentium River is a perfect boon for any burgeoning colony. Heavy rainfalls in the mountains occasionally lead to flooding downstream. |
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Rune Naimon IV
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 22
Appearance: Rune is an androgynous young man. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, a bright pink and violet respectively. His hair is very long, reaching to his thin waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes; Over his armor he wears a white furry cloak. A faint glimmer can be seen emanating from the armor in the lowest of lights, betryaing its magical properties. In combat, this glimmer grows to a quite noticeable glow.
At his belt, he wears a one-handed arming sword with a sleek silver blade that tapers to a point. The blade's cross guard and pommel are gold with intricate engravings of crosses.
Images of equipment: https://imgur.com/bJvBzot, https://imgur.com/U4FABuH
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Allegiances: New Isra
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 23:36:43 GMT -5
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Mar 27, 2021 22:53:00 GMT -5
Near the mouth of the Argentium River, the proud Silverion floated lazily, swaying in the the calm gleaming waters of early dawn, affixed to the shoreline via several ropes and stakes driven into the beach. Being the smallest of the fleet that still remained of Old Isra, the ship was chosen as the flagship of the First Expedition out of Port Argentium as it no doubt would be most suitable for navigating the smaller waterways of the Argentium River and beyond. There was a buzz of activity surrounding the ship and shallow waters it floated within as a steady back and forth of row boats came to and fro, stocking the ship for the expedition to come. With no proper mooring yet established, this was quite a bit more arduous of a task than normal, though under Rune's supervision everything thus far continued at a steady pace. Rune himself stood upon the deck of the Silverion with a large scroll, unraveled, in hand as he peered at it intensely. He overlooked the stocking of the ship for now, ensuring all supplies were accounted for and stored securely upon the ship, crossing off various things as he noted their arrival onboard. He took this very seriously, as a lack of supplies could just as easily spell their doom out in the wilderness as any other sort of danger they might encounter. He had stayed up through the night with the rest of the crew and laborers loading the ship ensuring everything would be ready come dawn, he himself having helped row across several shipments of supplies. He did seem a bit tired, but internally he was a bit anxious about the journey ahead. They were heading into a great unknown, they would be the first to explore this new land after all. The prospect was a bit exciting, to be sure, but also filled Rune with a bit of trepidation. Besides the crew of the SIlverion, several others were chosen to come along on the expedition as explorers. The explorers would be tasked with the most dangerous tasks of scouting the lands beyond what the Silverion could not reach, and once they reached waters the Silverion could not navigate they alone would continue. Several smaller rowboats were kept on the Silverion for such a task. Eventually, all the supplies were ready - now all that was left were the explorers. Rune had been given orders for them to be here come dawn, and as the sun just began peeking over the horizon, the Silverion was ready and waiting for them to set out as promised. Rune peered towards the beach with violet eyes just as he spotted the sun peek over the horizon, expecting to see his motley band of explorers boarding the next rowboat to the Silverion. Keph Chance Dr. Indys Vulpin |
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Dr. Indys Vulpin
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Roleplay posts: 43 
Appearance: Few have seen Dr. Vulpin's face, which he generally keeps hidden behind a plain white mask. He alleges that it's for cleanliness purposes, but rumors abound that he uses it to hide a horribly scarred visage. His rather thin and lanky body is typically hidden by his voluminous dark red robes, colored strategically to hide the bloodstains from his work.
Skills and Abilities: Dr. Vulpin is known for his medical prowess: few can amputate a leg with such speed and enthusiasm. He's skilled with bonesaws, stitches, and scalpels and possesses a vast knowledge of ailments and medicines.
Biography: Nobody's quite sure where (or if) Dr. Vulpin actually studied medicine, but none can argue with the results. Most of his patients end up surviving, although they are frequently left with fewer limbs than they came in with. His medical skills have been invaluable on the long voyage, although his eccentricities and odd hobbies have made him rather unpopular among the crew and passengers.
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 16:43:45 GMT -5
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Post by Dr. Indys Vulpin on Mar 28, 2021 0:58:50 GMT -5
Dr. Vulpin strolled out to the rowboat, his medical bag slung over his shoulder. It had taken a bit of convincing for him to leave his beloved Ms. Starling and head out on some expedition out into the wild, but the promise of adventure and hazard pay had won him over in the end. It would certainly be interesting to be known as the doctor of the expedition to discover the ruins of some ancient civilization or the entrance to some vast underground cavern system. Besides, this sort of assignment appealed to his sense of duty. Adventures out into the wild were dangerous, and someone would almost certainly need medical attention. It had been a while since he'd performed an amputation outside of a proper surgical theater, and he relished the opportunity to practice his rusty field medicine skills.
Stepping up to the boat, he checked to make sure his supplies were in order. Painkillers and sedatives were running low, but he'd made sure to pack a good number of the small glass vials. He'd also made sure to bring a large flask of strong liquor and his roll of surgical tools. The usual bonesaw had been replaced with a flexible length of wire with wooden handles at each end, a convenient and portable solution to sawing through bones. Satisfied that all his supplies were in order, he clambered into the boat and waited patiently for the others to show up. He didn't make any motion to reach for the oars, of course. A surgeon's hands were far too delicate to be sullied by such tasks.
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Chance
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Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Looks to be in his mid 30s.
Appearance: With a stare hardened by sadness, Chance can be a difficult man to approach. He is tall with broad shoulder, but is overly lean as if malnourished. His eyes are generally somber, but when he focuses on another person a rage kindles with in them. There is a long scar that stretches down the left side of his face and down the neck. Despite his natural appearance and demeanor on the rare occasion that Chance smiles his features become surprisingly warm and caring.
Registered: Mar 26, 2021 22:20:29 GMT -5
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Post by Chance on Mar 28, 2021 1:16:31 GMT -5
Chance had awoken before the sun and did some chores around camp to obtain a couple personal supplies, namely a thick cloak, needle and spool of thread, and a short but stout knife. He had not been excited to learn they would be traveling aboard another ship but at least the view would be better this time.
As the first rays of the sun reached through yonder mountain passes, Chance paused on a rise overlooking the river to watch the beginning of their first day in the new world. Dazzling light beamed from the flowing water, filling his chest with an unfamiliar sense of peace. He had not realized how emotionally sights like this would affect him. There had been no room or cause for such feelings where he had come from. With a light heart he followed the shadows down to the boat, knowing he was in the right place.
However, upon entering the rowboat, the sight of Dr. Vulpin gave Chance a pause. He had of course heard stories of the Mad Hacker aboard the depravity, but had been lucky enough not to meet him. All but his bony white hands were obscured from view by the robe and mask. It was hard to trust a person who kept their face revealed. More so, the odor of blood was unmistakable to Chance’s acute senses.
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Keph
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Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 22
Appearance: Sporting odd, eye-catching, snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed ‘Master Adventure’: Keph d’Avon!
With a seemingly pure, unending thirst for exploration and a well of eager energy to match it, this short, athletic young man often finds himself in unnecessarily precarious situations. Even so, with all the trouble he gets himself into, a slight smile is most often seen.
Despite being born a mute, most will find him of oddly many words. His soft face is home to a pair of clear, sky-blue eyes; soulful, expressive orbs that constantly complement his exaggerated and somewhat theatrical expressions.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 14:10:27 GMT -5
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Post by Keph on Mar 29, 2021 18:17:29 GMT -5
The young Sun painted the river a dim orange, a ship sat atop it, peacefully bobbing from safe, shallow waters.
Keph yawned, greeting the dawn with little enthusiasm. He had spent the prior day making rough maps of the surrounding area, it was tiring work and had hoped to be able to get more sleep. Unfortunately, once he had heard of this expedition, he couldn’t help but volunteer himself. Tired or not, he wasn’t made for sitting around, as anyone that knew him could tell you.
Eyes scanned the horizon, wondering how in the Leviathan’s name he was meant to get aboard. A slight anxiety had been bothering him, one that had been claiming that his worsening fear of the ocean would expand to every large body of water—there was a relieved sigh as this turned out to be untrue. The river had a far more comprehensive scope, lacking the terrifying size of the endless blue.
As he walked about the coast, something came into sight, partially obscured by the ever-present vegetation: a rowboat! Ah ha!
Feet took flight, leaving dust as he ran down to the river bank, almost tripping once or twice. As Keph reached the water, he leaped, soaring through the air, and landing perfectly on the rowboat… well, almost perfectly. For the second time in a week, he had somehow forgotten that water wasn’t solid; the boat shook, causing him to crash butt first onto one of the seats. He was in pain, and a little wet, but hey, it didn’t tip, so it wasn’t a complete disaster!
He smiled at the other passengers—oh, hey, it was that weird doctor, again!
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Rune Naimon IV
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 22
Appearance: Rune is an androgynous young man. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, a bright pink and violet respectively. His hair is very long, reaching to his thin waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes; Over his armor he wears a white furry cloak. A faint glimmer can be seen emanating from the armor in the lowest of lights, betryaing its magical properties. In combat, this glimmer grows to a quite noticeable glow.
At his belt, he wears a one-handed arming sword with a sleek silver blade that tapers to a point. The blade's cross guard and pommel are gold with intricate engravings of crosses.
Images of equipment: https://imgur.com/bJvBzot, https://imgur.com/U4FABuH
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Allegiances: New Isra
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 23:36:43 GMT -5
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Mar 30, 2021 17:21:25 GMT -5
The trio would shortly thereafter be rowed across the calm waters of the bay, and find themselves climbing onto the Silverion via rope-ladder. Upon climbing up upon the deck, they would find the small crew all gathered on the top deck, perhaps a dozen or so men, as well as several others who would serve as explorers. Most of the men were armed and somewhat armored though, mostly carrying crossbows, swords, and bows. No one on the ship was under the pretense that it would be a safe journey, though Rune still thought it somewhat appropriate that he set straight everyone's expectations.
Upon the raised deck next to the wheel of the ship he stood, looking down upon the crew as the trio approached...
"Good! Now that everyone is here we shall all be setting off shortly. However! I thought it important to give you all one last chance to think about the journey we will be embarking upon..." Rune said, his voice lowering a bit in tone as it trailed off and his expression became somewhat grim as he looked over all of them.
"Make no mistake that this is a voluntary foray out into the wilderness, all of you have the option of opting out should you not find the hazard pay enough compensation for the risks involved. Perhaps it would even be the smart thing to do in this case. We are heading into a land filled with many unknowns, a land that could be teeming with threats unimaginable to us until we face them. I've seen many die due to being unable to see the unknown threats before them, but as explorers it is our duty to face the unknown, whatever it may, as trailblazers for those who will come after us. It may very well be the case that we will all perish due to some unforseen danger, of which we have no hope of preparing for with our limited knowledge of this land, and through no lack of caution on our part..."
Rune paused then, looking over the faces of the many gathered there, "However! If not us, then someone else will take your place. I will gladly lead this expedition with the knowledge that our survival may very well be up to luck more than anything, because if I don't do it, then someone else will have to. This is a matter of survival, after all, for the future of Port Argentium!"
Rune ended on a somewhat positive note for his brief speech, earning some scattered cheers as none of the gathered party thus far seemed to back down and take the walk of shame back to the rowboat. Should none of the three who just arrived opt out either, preparations would begin in earnest to set sail as the rowboat was hoisted up onto the deck, and lines tethering the ship to the shoreline began to be severed.
(Y'all can reply here if you want but my next post will be a timeskip to the next scene of the expedition)
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Rune Naimon IV
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 22
Appearance: Rune is an androgynous young man. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, a bright pink and violet respectively. His hair is very long, reaching to his thin waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes; Over his armor he wears a white furry cloak. A faint glimmer can be seen emanating from the armor in the lowest of lights, betryaing its magical properties. In combat, this glimmer grows to a quite noticeable glow.
At his belt, he wears a one-handed arming sword with a sleek silver blade that tapers to a point. The blade's cross guard and pommel are gold with intricate engravings of crosses.
Images of equipment: https://imgur.com/bJvBzot, https://imgur.com/U4FABuH
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Allegiances: New Isra
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 23:36:43 GMT -5
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Apr 3, 2021 0:55:14 GMT -5
So far, the Silverion has sailed along the Argentium River rather peacefully, its crew encountering several peculiar specimens along the way, from plants to fauna. The river flowed across the plains and through small thickets and groves of trees occasionally, clearly a powerful conduit of life for the surrounding plains and scant forests that surrounded the waterway in this region - the river never grew more narrow than several hundred feet thus far, and wider than a few miles in several places where the waters flooded out into the flat surrounding plains. It ran deep and blue, its depth creating a lazy, yet constant flowing stream, though which the Silverion with its shallow draft and wide sails found no trouble in navigating. Among the wildlife encountered were several different species of fish from bass to sturgeon and salmon, indicating that the Argentium river would be quite the lucrative fishery in the future. Among these, the crew also encountered some larger creatures about the size of a man. They most closely resembled the dolphins encountered swimming alongside the ships when they had first approached this land in the salt water seas, with similar grey coloring. However their snouts were much pointier and longer, with rows of small teeth. They had been spotted hunting some schools of fish in groups.  Along with this, many different sorts of plants were discovered, including some strange violet flowers in bloom floating along the banks of the river in areas with a calmer flow. Several times the expedition had made anchor throughout the day to collect samples of various plants besides these. ' Perhaps they would be useful in some way', Rune had said, though it was rather peculiar that they had stopped whenever they encountered some new type of flowering plant - Rune seemed quite enthralled in particular by the vivid violet colors of the latest blooms they had acquired - 'Oooh, so pretty!'
Green DragonIt was a long, rather interesting first day of the Expedition to say the least, and rather trouble free, surprisingly.
Perhaps this won’t be so dangerous of a trip, Rune thought as he stood near the bow of the ship, watching as it cut smoothly through the deep blue waters of the Argentium, watching as the River Dolphins below swam alongside the ship, dipping in and out of the depths with an occasional exhalation from their blowholes. Rune counted about five of them at least, three fully grown with two juveniles.
Just then however, the dolphins bolted, disappearing into the depths as they took a hard turn with a kick of their tail-fins. Rune’s brow raised slightly at this, and just a moment later he was slightly thrown off balanced as the Silverion lurched, the waters becoming suddenly choppy.
The monster hunter felt a sudden foreboding feeling as he looked up. The waters surrounding the Silverion, in fact, the whole river around them seemed to suddenly become much less calm than it had been the entire day as the ship continued to rock through rough waters, even though the wind did not seem to change, nor the depth and width of the river in this area.
That’s strange, Rune thought, as he walked away from the bow, back towards the rear of the ship where the helmsman stood.
“We seem to be running into a bit of a rough patch here!” Rune called out, “Perhaps we should make camp soon, start looking for a suitable landing area!” he added, turning his head to peer over towards the horizon, where the sun hung low. They would have to stop for the day soon anyways, it would be too dark to sail for much longer, and they still needed some light to set up camp. Rune also felt like they should get off the river for now… he didn’t like seeing those dolphins dart away like that, something had to have caused that... Behind the Silverion, several rows of what seemed to be dagger-like spikes surfaced... about seven rows in total evenly spaced in what seemed to be a v-formation... who would be the first to notice this peculiar sight? Rune seemed occupied with scouting the nearby shores, peering intently through a looking-glass. What lie below the surface remained unseen as the water obscured any vision below the surface beyond a few meters away from the ship. Approaching Shadow |
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Dr. Indys Vulpin
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Appearance: Few have seen Dr. Vulpin's face, which he generally keeps hidden behind a plain white mask. He alleges that it's for cleanliness purposes, but rumors abound that he uses it to hide a horribly scarred visage. His rather thin and lanky body is typically hidden by his voluminous dark red robes, colored strategically to hide the bloodstains from his work.
Skills and Abilities: Dr. Vulpin is known for his medical prowess: few can amputate a leg with such speed and enthusiasm. He's skilled with bonesaws, stitches, and scalpels and possesses a vast knowledge of ailments and medicines.
Biography: Nobody's quite sure where (or if) Dr. Vulpin actually studied medicine, but none can argue with the results. Most of his patients end up surviving, although they are frequently left with fewer limbs than they came in with. His medical skills have been invaluable on the long voyage, although his eccentricities and odd hobbies have made him rather unpopular among the crew and passengers.
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 16:43:45 GMT -5
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Post by Dr. Indys Vulpin on Apr 3, 2021 13:46:52 GMT -5
While the other members of the expedition tended to the rigging and scanned the riverbanks, Vulpin kicked his feet up and relaxed. He was a surgeon, not a worker. Hard work and physical labor were for other people, after all. His job only started when all that physical labor resulted in a serious injury. Until that inevitably happened, he had no intention of picking up anything heavier than his glass of fine white wine. Whistling to himself, he sat back in his makeshift recliner and gazed down at the strange dolphins that swam up alongside. Odd creatures, those. Their long, slender snouts looked quite interesting, and Vulpin wondered idly what they looked like on the inside. What would the skull of such an animal look like?
"Excuse me," he called, waving to Keph. "You there. The drowned man. Yes, you. Oughtn't we catch a few of those dolphins? I've heard that dolphin meat is quite nutritious and tender with fat. You should spear a few of them and bring them aboard. They'll make for a fine meal, I'm sure. Besides, the liver of a dolphin is known for its...ah, medicinal properties. Increases a man's virility, so they say. Surely there's someone back at camp who would enjoy that? Go on, hook them and bring them aboard before they get away."
The tidbit about dolphin livers was entirely made up, of course, but it seemed plausible. In truth, Vulpin didn't know the first thing about aquatic biology. All his medicines came in vials and jars, powders and tinctures. He supposed that he could probably find a few medicinal herbs if he really needed to, but that was far from his forte. One didn't need to be a botanist to amputate a leg, after all. Unfortunately, his call to spear a few dolphins came too late. As he watched, the sleek grey creatures suddenly sped off, startled by something. Sighing, he shook his head and pulled his notebook from his bag. The expedition leader's call to land and make camp didn't concern him, as that was all work for other people.
Day one, he wrote, his pen making smooth, flourishing strokes in his extravagant cursive.
Sailing down the river, quite the pleasure cruise. Saw some dolphins, but idiot sailors spooked them before they could be caught. Unfortunate, to say the least. I fear that I may be surrounded by dullards, an occurrence that seems to be more and more common these days. Has nobody with any semblance of an intellect survived the flooding? I mourn the fate of the human race, if this is the stock by which it shall be rebuilt. Lucianne, my heart, I miss you dearly. Even a day away from your radiance is an eternity in darkness. I know this must be hard for you as well, but I simply had no choice but to leave you back at the camp. Duty called, as an expedition needs its surgeon. The river is no place for a proper lady like yourself, and so I hope you'll keep me in your heart and not despair. I will return, my dear. If you feel the fiery grip of hysteria beginning to take hold, fear not. You know where the laudanum is kept. Do what you must to retain your strength until I come home to your warm embrace.
-Your beloved,
Indys Vulpin
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Keph
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 22
Appearance: Sporting odd, eye-catching, snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed ‘Master Adventure’: Keph d’Avon!
With a seemingly pure, unending thirst for exploration and a well of eager energy to match it, this short, athletic young man often finds himself in unnecessarily precarious situations. Even so, with all the trouble he gets himself into, a slight smile is most often seen.
Despite being born a mute, most will find him of oddly many words. His soft face is home to a pair of clear, sky-blue eyes; soulful, expressive orbs that constantly complement his exaggerated and somewhat theatrical expressions.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 14:10:27 GMT -5
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Post by Keph on Apr 6, 2021 4:36:14 GMT -5
Much like the Doctor, Keph hadn’t been helping with the physical labour. It’s not that he couldn’t perform it, he was raised as a hunter after all (something that might soon be relevant), but figured that he’d merely get in the way of the professional sailors. Besides, he had his own task: map making!
Keph had been on the forward deck for the entire voyage, sat kneeled on a shallow pillow with a plane table in front of him. The story of the table itself was somewhat interesting, he had used them before, but due to how cumbersome they were, he had never kept one for himself. This... this was (as far as he could tell) the last of its kind; the only one to survive the flood. At the very least it was the only one aboard the Depravity. Keph had barely managed to convince the quartermaster to lend it out, and only after he plastered its likeness onto some paper, so more could be built should he lose this one.
A nifty device, it was. The secured desk counteracted the ship’s bobbing, giving him a stable platform from which to map the surroundings. It was an odd sight, seeing the white haired, young man focusing on a task for once—and using specialised tools, no less! Rulers, a compass, a magnifying eyepiece, and more!
“Excuse me!”
Keph’s eyes unglued themselves from the drawn landscape. Who was calling out to him? He looked around and -- speak of the devil—it was that lazy doctor who was grabbing for his attention. He set down his equipment, securing it all to the table, before lackadaisically jogging over.
The doctor had a request for him, one that was met with a confused head scratch. He wasn’t a fisherman, but then again… his legs were starting to feel rather stiff from all the kneeling, and if there was something he couldn’t deny, it was a good meal… but then came the promise of virility. Now wait just one second! This wasn’t the first time he had heard this. Every town had a snake oil salesman and every snake oil dealer promised them prowess in a bottle—the rough n’ tumble in bed-sort-of prowess.
He rolled his eyes and after a few moments of weighing the option, he figured that it couldn’t hurt. His fears had a straightforward solution: just have to shove some dolphin meat and bottled virility down the man’s throat first—you know, to make sure it wasn’t poisonous.
Keph began to look for a fishing spear—unfortunately the dolphins gave him no chance, dispersing. A shame. At least he wouldn’t have to learn out how to force feed someone.
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Chance
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Looks to be in his mid 30s.
Appearance: With a stare hardened by sadness, Chance can be a difficult man to approach. He is tall with broad shoulder, but is overly lean as if malnourished. His eyes are generally somber, but when he focuses on another person a rage kindles with in them. There is a long scar that stretches down the left side of his face and down the neck. Despite his natural appearance and demeanor on the rare occasion that Chance smiles his features become surprisingly warm and caring.
Registered: Mar 26, 2021 22:20:29 GMT -5
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Post by Chance on Apr 9, 2021 19:05:03 GMT -5
Unlike his companions Chance had helped out with the sailing and other chores as much as he was allowed. Somehow the work felt natural to him. This fit with the memory of the Bay of Gualdin that he had experienced the night before. It felt strange having such a small piece of his life return. He would have liked to talk about it with someone but he was not ready to open up yet. Better that he rediscover the lost memories alone, it didn't seem right to trust others with such an important task. The maps that Keph drew were intriguing, and Chance spent much time watching the strange man work. Dr. Vulpin he did his best to avoid. He scoffed and walked to the aft railing as the mad man attempted to coerce someone into catching a dolphin. Fool, didn't he know it was bad luck to kill a dolphin? That thought gave Chance a pause. How did he know that? Now that his life had become more stimulating it seemed that fragments of his past life were creeping back ever so slowly. Earlier that day he had seen a water hyacinth and commented on it's usefulness as livestock feed and fertilization. The thought had sprung to his mind much as the dolphin superstition had. The dolphins would probably have been a good food source, but catching one seemed more work then it was worth. The hyancith on the other hand, Chance had made sure to tell Rune about that. Something like that could be important to the survival of the settlers. Chance looked forward to the opportunity to spend more time on land, perhaps the vibrant life seen on the shores would bring bring back more of his memories.
Thoughts of remembering he past were cut short as Chance noticed the jagged protuberances lifting out of the water. There was no doubt that it was a frightening sight. "There is something off the stern!" He shouted in alarm, "Ready bows!" Chance felt the urge to hold a bow or any weapon and silently cursed himself for not asking for one sooner.
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Rune Naimon IV
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 22
Appearance: Rune is an androgynous young man. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, a bright pink and violet respectively. His hair is very long, reaching to his thin waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes; Over his armor he wears a white furry cloak. A faint glimmer can be seen emanating from the armor in the lowest of lights, betryaing its magical properties. In combat, this glimmer grows to a quite noticeable glow.
At his belt, he wears a one-handed arming sword with a sleek silver blade that tapers to a point. The blade's cross guard and pommel are gold with intricate engravings of crosses.
Images of equipment: https://imgur.com/bJvBzot, https://imgur.com/U4FABuH
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Allegiances: New Isra
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 23:36:43 GMT -5
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Apr 16, 2021 21:15:31 GMT -5
The ship remained wholly unaware of the approaching danger until Chance finally spotted the strange spikes approaching the stern. Altogether, there were about seven sets of the spikes each grouped into individual rows about five feet long slicing through the water on their own paths. As Rune came to the stern of the ship, along with several other men who wielded crossbows he shouted out, "Hold your fire!" he shouted as the spikes grew closer, their individual forms below the water came into view more clearly.
The creatures had scales, and four limbs along with a head, occasionally one could see that they seemed to have webbed feet of some sort, along with long tails, though any more details were hard to see beneath the jagged and choppy waves of the surface. Rune drew his sword, the golden blade glowing lightly in the dim dusk that fell over the Argentium River over the last few minutes.
As the creatures drew closer, they suddenly dove, disappearing from sight...
As the crew peered into the murky, rough waters below, suddenly there was screaming heard from the other end of the ship, as one of the creatures leaped from the water, landing on the deck of the ship with a loud, wet, thud. Still dripping as water flowed off it's scaled form, the creature got into a low crouch, as if getting ready to pounce, it's eyes fixated on Vulpin, and Keph who stood near him. Staring at them seemed to be some sort of large predatory cat with scales in place of fur, and a hissing viper instead of a tail. The creature bared its fangs and roared, emitting a sound unlike any lion and more akin to a loud clicking, before pouncing, swiping its webbed and clawed feet at Keph, while it's tail struck out towards Vulpin, trying to pierce him with its fangs and envenomate him.
Rune tried to help, though he and Chance were quickly cut off as they tried to head towards Keph and Vulpin, as two more of the creatures leaped from the water, getting in between them and the rest of the party. At this point crossbow bolts began flying at the three creatures on the boat, though many shots missed, two had landed though it seemed the bolts did little to slow down the creatures, hitting non-vital spots. One of the newer water panthers leapt forward at Chance and three other men, the creature easily tossing two men with one powerful swipe aside, and sent them tumbling towards Chance with a spray of blood from the first man hit. Meanwhile the other creature came for Rune, though the commander was able to hold back the creatures swipe, his sword changing shape in an instant to a shield, deflecting the attack away.
Meanwhile in the water, the four remaining water panthers surfaced once again a fair distance away from the ship off it's port side, forming a long line about the length of the ship... slowly a wave began to form in front of them as they drew closer.
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Dr. Indys Vulpin
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Appearance: Few have seen Dr. Vulpin's face, which he generally keeps hidden behind a plain white mask. He alleges that it's for cleanliness purposes, but rumors abound that he uses it to hide a horribly scarred visage. His rather thin and lanky body is typically hidden by his voluminous dark red robes, colored strategically to hide the bloodstains from his work.
Skills and Abilities: Dr. Vulpin is known for his medical prowess: few can amputate a leg with such speed and enthusiasm. He's skilled with bonesaws, stitches, and scalpels and possesses a vast knowledge of ailments and medicines.
Biography: Nobody's quite sure where (or if) Dr. Vulpin actually studied medicine, but none can argue with the results. Most of his patients end up surviving, although they are frequently left with fewer limbs than they came in with. His medical skills have been invaluable on the long voyage, although his eccentricities and odd hobbies have made him rather unpopular among the crew and passengers.
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 16:43:45 GMT -5
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Post by Dr. Indys Vulpin on Apr 18, 2021 17:05:59 GMT -5
Vulpin raised an eyebrow behind his mask as the creature leapt from the water, eyeing the reptilian scales and the hissing snake of a tail. It was a curious beast indeed, and Vulpin found himself wondering which of its heads did the thinking. Surely it would be the larger of the two, as the mammalian brain was almost certainly the more intelligent...but in that case, why did it have a second brain at all? Perhaps it didn't. All of these questions and more could be solved via a full dissection, which he intended to perform as soon as the beast was no longer trying to kill him.
As the viper's head lunged for his throat, Vulpin sprung out of the way. Years of working in surgery had honed his reflexes to a surprising degree, as being able to stop a spurting artery in an instant was often the difference between life and death. The glass fell from his hand, shattering on the deck in a cascade of expensive wine and razor-sharp shards. Wondering where all the guards were, Vulpin sighed as he was forced to take matters into his own hands. He swung the notebook down at the viper's head, thumping it soundly with the leather-bound tome.
"Make sure not to damage them too badly, gentlemen," he called, backing up from the creature and holding his notebook in front of him like a shield. "I'd like to bring them back to the settlement as samples. Preferably more than one, if possible. Have we any taxidermists? I've tried my hand at the craft, but I fear that I am little more than an enthusiastic amateur. I would like a specimen or two to dissect, in any case, and I certainly can't do that if you pulverize them like a bunch of brutes. Some subtlety and precision, if you please."
It was a lot to ask of these people, and he knew it. The people around him, he was sure, had the subtlety of a sledgehammer and none of the grace. It really was a sign of the times that he was constantly surrounded by imbeciles, and he shook his head. Something would have to be done, and he was the one to do it. He could build a smarter person...or at least, a dumb one that didn't talk as much. The second sounded easier and arguably more useful, so he made a mental note to start working on it as soon as he got back.
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Keph
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 22
Appearance: Sporting odd, eye-catching, snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed ‘Master Adventure’: Keph d’Avon!
With a seemingly pure, unending thirst for exploration and a well of eager energy to match it, this short, athletic young man often finds himself in unnecessarily precarious situations. Even so, with all the trouble he gets himself into, a slight smile is most often seen.
Despite being born a mute, most will find him of oddly many words. His soft face is home to a pair of clear, sky-blue eyes; soulful, expressive orbs that constantly complement his exaggerated and somewhat theatrical expressions.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 14:10:27 GMT -5
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Post by Keph on Apr 26, 2021 2:30:49 GMT -5
The splash caught Keph by surprise. At first he thought that maybe, just maybe the Leviathan was giving him a seaborne gift. The doctor wanted a dolphin, maybe one had jumped out onto the deck—an easy catch for an easy reward. But what stood before him was surely no dolphin.
Maybe he should’ve grabbed that fishing spear, after all.
Webbed feet swooped towards him. Trained instincts caused him to step into it, shoulder first. Metal screeched as sharp claws scratched at old, but durable metal of his shoulder plate. Slashes were consumed by the armor, but the blow’s force was not.
His body twisted and turned with the kinetic energy, falling two feet back, on the same, damaged shoulder plate, before rolling and hopping back a few feet more. A little trick the monks of twilight had taught him, after he had helped them copy a few of their decaying scrolls—a task, for some reason, only a mute was allowed to do. A story to be shared another time, perhaps.
The doctor’s retreat would draw a brief scowl from the mute. He had no issues with fleeing: he’d done so himself, several times in the past, but if you’re going to let the others do the fighting, don’t be making demands!
Blade and quill were taken into hand. Sharp steel was pointed and stretched towards the creature, trying to keep it at bay, a quill was held up besides it. The quill fired volley after volley of unaimed, ink needles. The hastily conjured projectiles were terrifying, releasing in a few seconds enough shots to put a master knife thrower to shame, but the truth was, as morale-breaking as it was (with even the beast-being, for the time being, taken aback), the constant tr-prrr-patter was all it had going for it. Time was needed to give the needles a hardened exterior, a deadly sharpness, but the creature was far too quick, far too close—time was something he did not have.
Most splattered as they made contact with the hide, green getting coated in spots of growing black. A rare few lucky, lucky shots drew small trails of blood.
The beast was large. He had fought monsters before, but seldom alone, they had never been a specialty of his.
Ink was starting to run out, extras were within his bag and out of reach. The beast was starting to realise how little damage his magic was truly doing, as blood dried, ink drew ire. Step, step, step. The monster charged forth, swelling with confidence. He drew a page of inspiration from the doctor and ran.
The white-haired man climbed halfway up a mast. Feet that were meant for swimming, not climbing, meant the lizard-thing could do little but claw at the pole. What now, what now? He had but a little of ink, yet now plenty of time. Maybe a well-made, well-aimed shot or two could dispose of it. The sight of the idle doctor pulled at the corners of his lips.
He chucked his short sword. He didn't have the greatest pitch, but from this height, it mattered little. The sword clattered as it hit the deck. A pair of fingers were stuck in his mouth, then a high pitch whistled called for Vulpin's attention. He pointed downwards, desperately hoping that the odd physician at least was willing to stab the distracted creature, otherwise he had the feeling he might be waiting up there for a while.
At least he did still have that bottle-bottom of ink.
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Chance
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Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Looks to be in his mid 30s.
Appearance: With a stare hardened by sadness, Chance can be a difficult man to approach. He is tall with broad shoulder, but is overly lean as if malnourished. His eyes are generally somber, but when he focuses on another person a rage kindles with in them. There is a long scar that stretches down the left side of his face and down the neck. Despite his natural appearance and demeanor on the rare occasion that Chance smiles his features become surprisingly warm and caring.
Registered: Mar 26, 2021 22:20:29 GMT -5
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Post by Chance on May 7, 2021 22:33:55 GMT -5
"Get to the main sheet!" Chance hissed to the sailor next to him as the water panthers boarded, "When I get it into position let it go and we'll clobber the fucker." He pushed man into action as two unfortunate souls were sent flying towards him. Trying not to think about whether the men were alive or dead Chance leveled his gaze at the creature before him.
Though he was armed with only an oar from a landing skiff he felt little fear. Chance was a different kind of beast from these water creatures. Besides a few glimmers of his past all he could remember was a life of solitude and mental anguish, trapped within a jail cell without knowing why. He had been jeered at, poked, forced to work hard labor, and fed little. The pleasant normalities of life that most would fear to lose in their deaths were unknown to Chance. All this, along with an resentful source of bloodlust, showed on his face as he stared at the panther. His snarl turned to a roar, pushed out from the stomach and made ragged by the tightened muscles of his chin and neck. Veins bulged from his gaunt mien as he thwacked the deck with the oar in an attempt to intimidate this monster.
Seemingly an apex predator, perhaps the water panther would be momentarily stalled by Chance's show of resistance. Holding the oar like a spear, Chance steadily moved himself to the desired position, hoping to draw the panther into his trap. If all went to plan the boom of he main sail would be released and swing across the deck to hit the panther back into the water, or at least give Chance an opening to attack. If the it attacked to soon however Chance would just have to show it what he was made of... Whatever that was.
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Andromeda
Established
Spectre of the Celestial Sacrifice Star
Roleplay posts: 10 
Age: 15-20
Appearance: 5'8"
Her face is covered by a metal mask, Hair is long in the back braided and bound tight with a ribbon.
Equipment: Armor made from metal that is dark as night and shines like the moon. The armor comes with a set of chain weapons.
Skills and Abilities: Trained with the Sheng Biao Rope Dart and the Chain Whip.
Black Fang Nebula
Biography: The Spectre known only as Andromeda has little memory of her life besides the moments leading to her death and has endured torment in hell for a few years before her resurrection under an evil star.
Allegiances: The Ethereal King, The Phoenix
Registered: Sept 11, 2021 17:10:00 GMT -5
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Post by Andromeda on Nov 8, 2021 10:00:35 GMT -5
Andromeda Bloodwraith exits the forest and kneels down by the river. Earlier she heard someone already found the body of the man she killed, so she had to go before she was discovered. Why run though? She thought it might have been better if she resigned herself to justice, rather than continue to kill everyone in her path like those villains wanted.
She looked up to see the sky was getting brighter, the sun was rising. This could be her way out, she remembered that the sun was what killed her before and so she began to strip the Surplice off of her body piece-by-piece. There were so many pieces to the armor, including a set of metal wings that hang down from the back, the pieces were heavy but it didn't seen too difficult for her to carry. The girl removed enough to expose herself to the light and finally removed the mask and tiara. She sat by the river and waited patiently for the sun to come up over the horizon to return her to ash, she wondered if this was really the right thing, she'd probably return to the 6th hell and resume her punishment of a burning grave. Yes... if she was to save others from such a fate, maybe she could accept this.
However, when the sun's glorious rays hit her flesh, she did not burn. She knew the sun was up now, she could see the brightness even through her closed eyes. She opens them and looks down at her body, no burning. The girl stands up and walks over to the water and she see's her reflection for the first time ever.
"I'm not a vampire anymore? They really did give me a new body... So this is what I look like." She had a feeling this was the same appearance that she used to have, vaguely remembering a painting of herself from her previous life. Part of her felt relieved that she didn't burst into flames again, but her fate was still not one she could be happy about. The Phoenix and the Ethereal King made sure that if she were to die it would have to be in combat.
For now, Andromeda basks in the sun and appreciates the morning for the first time. She had always lived in fear of the sun, but now after dying from it once she was freed from the curse. Free from one curse, but slave to another.
She starts re-equiping a couple pieces of the armor while she looks towards the mighty river.
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