Roona Lovelock
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 22
Appearance: With Green longish hair that's often in a braid. Build is on the leaner side with abs and a sturdy sleeper build but in turn wears bulky clothing. Freckles dot her face with a dragon eye tattoo on the back of her neck. She stands around 6'2 with the poise and gait of a elk.
Equipment: Two cutlasses with a holster to fit both. Seafarer gear for voyages. A long reinforced flowing coat that's a tad large for her. She also wears a perfect ring almost scared of ever taking it off.
Skills and Abilities: Has been taught a bit on the forbidden side two sword fighting style. The style includes lots of spins and deceiving the enemy when in the heat of combat. She has skills as a captain and leader as well as a star watcher.
Biography: Hailing from a richer society she was well schooled to be a merchant. But after her home city being destroyed she turned to more dishonorable roles. She is now the new ruler/ring of Rorkia.
Allegiances: Rorkia, her people, the historia
Place of Residence: Rorkia
Registered: Jan 7, 2024 23:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Roona Lovelock on Feb 23, 2024 12:39:55 GMT -5
Rorkia Dock A more sturdy dock made with dark wood, it's big enough to fit about three small ships or one medium ship. Made mostly of wood and tree logs and fabric. A small open platform is held on the dock with a bazaar style roof of fabric to take tolls and keep count of supplies coming in. Though there is an arch looking structure at the end of the dock before going to dry land saying:
Rorkia
"Take sail, trust the tide"
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Coel
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 32
Appearance: White mask, black leather clothes with a thigh hood and a long overcoat.
Equipment: He carries a bottle of a black, viscous and flammable liquid, 5 throwing knives, and a short sword hidden under his overcoat
Skills and Abilities: A decent swordsman and with extended knowledge on fire magic, knowledge on brewing alcohol and other flammable liquids
Biography: Unjustly burned for witchcraft, he survived by mysterious means, after his recovery he learned fire magic and had his vengeance, his views on humanity were distorted by his experience and would be glad to watch the world burn
Registered: Feb 29, 2024 22:57:46 GMT -5
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Post by Coel on Mar 1, 2024 10:49:50 GMT -5
The salt in the air caused Coel a great amount of discomfort, it wasn't painful since most of his pain receptors were long gone but he felt his skin itchy, seeing land made smile under the mask "finally." He thought to himself. In the distance he spotted something that looks like a dock and a ship, it didn't mattered bunch since he was at the mercy of the ocean, plus, he wasn't too trusting of strangers.
Setting his feet one firm land was great, his biggest priority now was food, he could worry about the neighbors later. Using a branch, the vegetation and one of his throwing knives, cork made a crude spear, it didn't look like he would need to go too far into the ocean to get fish with it, the man stood perfectly still with the water up to his waist wait for at least 10 minutes but he got what he wanted.
The fire pit he made to cook the food was definitely bigger than it needed to be but it was well made and wouldn't spread, after he ate he decided to get closer to the dock, he stood out of sight but not exactly well hidden, after a few minutes watching he decided to approach whoever was there to ask questions.
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Roona Lovelock
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 22
Appearance: With Green longish hair that's often in a braid. Build is on the leaner side with abs and a sturdy sleeper build but in turn wears bulky clothing. Freckles dot her face with a dragon eye tattoo on the back of her neck. She stands around 6'2 with the poise and gait of a elk.
Equipment: Two cutlasses with a holster to fit both. Seafarer gear for voyages. A long reinforced flowing coat that's a tad large for her. She also wears a perfect ring almost scared of ever taking it off.
Skills and Abilities: Has been taught a bit on the forbidden side two sword fighting style. The style includes lots of spins and deceiving the enemy when in the heat of combat. She has skills as a captain and leader as well as a star watcher.
Biography: Hailing from a richer society she was well schooled to be a merchant. But after her home city being destroyed she turned to more dishonorable roles. She is now the new ruler/ring of Rorkia.
Allegiances: Rorkia, her people, the historia
Place of Residence: Rorkia
Registered: Jan 7, 2024 23:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Roona Lovelock on Mar 2, 2024 3:10:36 GMT -5
Roona was on her beach sitting down watching the gulf. She had decided that the breeze was just perfect enough to stop work and roll up her outfit to lounge outside. It was just her, Priestess Tides, Al and Ava just soaking in the water from a distance. They were far enough away from the dock so that the sounds of work was muffled giving them a more tranquil time. At one point Al an older gentlemen walked over the water and started laying belly up in it. Priestess Tides was weaving different dolls at the moment one looking too much like Al. Ava a younger woman was in the shade almost entirely with a large hat and blankets, she also seemed rather sleepy.
Roona was just staring at the sky and the gulf and the scary man walking towards them. The fish seemed less active today but the clouds- wait scary man walking towards them. Roona looked back towards the white masked man and sat up. Her green hair was dotted with sand and her outfit that of work clothes just rolled up it seems she was laying on a towel of sorts. The others noticed the man and stopped their activities, non of them stood up but they all looked at the man talking to the ring.
Roona stopped him before her could get any closer than 2 meters. "Hail stranger, you speak to the ring of Rorkia, And one who REALLY needed a break at that" her angelic accent rang the somewhat whiny and harsh words. She then stood there with her arms crossed assessing the man trying to see anything. She did however see smoke behind him far off on the beach, something to check out later.
Roona stared at the man, enforcing the 2 meter distance with her people ready to leap in if needed.
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Coel
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 32
Appearance: White mask, black leather clothes with a thigh hood and a long overcoat.
Equipment: He carries a bottle of a black, viscous and flammable liquid, 5 throwing knives, and a short sword hidden under his overcoat
Skills and Abilities: A decent swordsman and with extended knowledge on fire magic, knowledge on brewing alcohol and other flammable liquids
Biography: Unjustly burned for witchcraft, he survived by mysterious means, after his recovery he learned fire magic and had his vengeance, his views on humanity were distorted by his experience and would be glad to watch the world burn
Registered: Feb 29, 2024 22:57:46 GMT -5
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Post by Coel on Mar 3, 2024 22:11:24 GMT -5
"Ring of Rorkia ?" The man's voice was raspy, in fact it was unnaturally raspy, like something made him sounded like this, whatever happened, it seemed like his voice was once very pleasant on the ears, the fact that it seemed like it was difficult for him to talk was also a tip that something happened to him.
"You're not the only one that need a break." It seemed the masked man was being cautious, he kept far enough for talking but showed no intent to get too close to anyone there, he continued speaking "I am Cielo, I came here looking for assistance, devilweed or any other herb that dulls the senses," he took his left glove off to reveal that the skin was just one big gurn scar "the salty air makes whatever is left of my skin itchy and uncomfortable."
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Roona Lovelock
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 22
Appearance: With Green longish hair that's often in a braid. Build is on the leaner side with abs and a sturdy sleeper build but in turn wears bulky clothing. Freckles dot her face with a dragon eye tattoo on the back of her neck. She stands around 6'2 with the poise and gait of a elk.
Equipment: Two cutlasses with a holster to fit both. Seafarer gear for voyages. A long reinforced flowing coat that's a tad large for her. She also wears a perfect ring almost scared of ever taking it off.
Skills and Abilities: Has been taught a bit on the forbidden side two sword fighting style. The style includes lots of spins and deceiving the enemy when in the heat of combat. She has skills as a captain and leader as well as a star watcher.
Biography: Hailing from a richer society she was well schooled to be a merchant. But after her home city being destroyed she turned to more dishonorable roles. She is now the new ruler/ring of Rorkia.
Allegiances: Rorkia, her people, the historia
Place of Residence: Rorkia
Registered: Jan 7, 2024 23:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Roona Lovelock on Mar 4, 2024 2:30:10 GMT -5
Roona stared at the mans charred and burned hand, at least was it a hand at this point she didn't know. She stared at it rather long before reacting to what he had just said. Without speaking Roona nodded towards the old lady wearing a veil and with a sigh the lady rose, but not before dropping the doll when the older man gave a small wince like a bug just bit him. And a bug did bite him which he then swatted at and failed. The old lady started walking towards the man like a sumo wrestler circling the man. She then quickly grabbed the mans hand and licked it. "Di's wone gots da wurst o'f its for da bu'rns" the woman said before throwing a white powder on that hand.
Roona seemed unphased during all this and so did everyone else watching this strange happening. Roona then rolled her eyes "We will help you but betray us and lets say we have someone" Roona said smugly before nodding towards the shy woman in the giant hat.
The white powder then started to burn into Coels skin giving the feeling of alcohol on an open cut from paper. But after that pain subsided the itching seemed to numb. "DAT wa's uhhhhhhhh all's i's gots" the woman said shrugging her shoulders before going back to her doll. Roona sighed and looked back towards the figure. "We welcome you to stay with us until you feel that we have done enough for you, we simply ask that on your travels you spread the word of Rorkia." Roona said before putting her hand to her nose then pointing the hand towards Coel again.
The others who were looking at all this happening looked like they had something to say. But Roona ignored those signs and continued to semi trust this man.
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Coel
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 32
Appearance: White mask, black leather clothes with a thigh hood and a long overcoat.
Equipment: He carries a bottle of a black, viscous and flammable liquid, 5 throwing knives, and a short sword hidden under his overcoat
Skills and Abilities: A decent swordsman and with extended knowledge on fire magic, knowledge on brewing alcohol and other flammable liquids
Biography: Unjustly burned for witchcraft, he survived by mysterious means, after his recovery he learned fire magic and had his vengeance, his views on humanity were distorted by his experience and would be glad to watch the world burn
Registered: Feb 29, 2024 22:57:46 GMT -5
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Post by Coel on Mar 4, 2024 3:18:17 GMT -5
"Ah, I love a good..." Coel look at his hand as the pain started, he made no noise nor he complained, he thanked the old woman and Roona for the help, after that he continued "... A good threat, you don't have to worry, betrayal isn't something I take lightly. I appreciate the hospitality. As for spreading the word of Rorkia, well, I can't spread the word of anything without knowing it first."
"One more thing," he said, "if any bedroll or tent is available, and if you're willing to strike a deal for it, I'm sure we can get in an agreement, but I won't stay here, it's not hard to find me though, just look for the smoke." Coel moved his coat of the way to grab what looked like some sort of water skin tied to his waist, by doing that anymore looking would see, besides the water skin, a bottle with a strange liquid and a short sword hidden under the coat, he moved his mask enough to drink the water but not enough to show his entire face, if it wasn't before, the reason for the mask was apparent now for even the least perceptive person, he face was equally, or even worst, than his hand, perhaps his while body was like that.
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Roona Lovelock
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 22
Appearance: With Green longish hair that's often in a braid. Build is on the leaner side with abs and a sturdy sleeper build but in turn wears bulky clothing. Freckles dot her face with a dragon eye tattoo on the back of her neck. She stands around 6'2 with the poise and gait of a elk.
Equipment: Two cutlasses with a holster to fit both. Seafarer gear for voyages. A long reinforced flowing coat that's a tad large for her. She also wears a perfect ring almost scared of ever taking it off.
Skills and Abilities: Has been taught a bit on the forbidden side two sword fighting style. The style includes lots of spins and deceiving the enemy when in the heat of combat. She has skills as a captain and leader as well as a star watcher.
Biography: Hailing from a richer society she was well schooled to be a merchant. But after her home city being destroyed she turned to more dishonorable roles. She is now the new ruler/ring of Rorkia.
Allegiances: Rorkia, her people, the historia
Place of Residence: Rorkia
Registered: Jan 7, 2024 23:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Roona Lovelock on Mar 5, 2024 0:49:03 GMT -5
Roona looked at the man not amused with him very much. When he lifted his mask she rose an eyebrow as it became clear that this person's entire body could look like his hand. She didn't think too much of it as it looked like her inner circle had started to take his words as a threat. Roona sighed and clicked her tongue which seemed to have everyone back down. The older man then offered a water skin and a strip of beef jerky.
"Of course stranger, we have plenty of tents and bedrolls to go around." Roona said with a smile gaining a new person of Rorkia, not a forever resident but another one nonetheless. "And if you wish to learn about us during your stay then we have plenty of people who would gladly share" Roona added, she herself wasn't going to explain the history of Rorkia. If she was they'd be already on a second dinner together and would do it while whispering the night away. She rolled her eyes before she turned around and started her way back to the main settlement motioning all those around to follow.
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Coel
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 32
Appearance: White mask, black leather clothes with a thigh hood and a long overcoat.
Equipment: He carries a bottle of a black, viscous and flammable liquid, 5 throwing knives, and a short sword hidden under his overcoat
Skills and Abilities: A decent swordsman and with extended knowledge on fire magic, knowledge on brewing alcohol and other flammable liquids
Biography: Unjustly burned for witchcraft, he survived by mysterious means, after his recovery he learned fire magic and had his vengeance, his views on humanity were distorted by his experience and would be glad to watch the world burn
Registered: Feb 29, 2024 22:57:46 GMT -5
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Post by Coel on Mar 5, 2024 9:04:05 GMT -5
Coel followed, keeping a safe distance at all times, he also made sure not to make any sudden moves, although he didn't trusted them, he also didn't need to do anything that could make them decide to attack him. He observed the reactions to his presence and the place where these people settled, it seemed like that weren't here long, "how similar is their situation to mine ?" He thought to himself.
The masked man was quiet for the most part, only engaging in conversation if spoke to, waiting for the time to make a deal for the bedroll. Coel believed nothing in life was free so he preferred to know what he could do rather than an "I owe you." those could be far more dangerous.
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Renaux de Travére
Established
Roleplay posts: 49 
Age: 22
Registered: Jul 25, 2021 20:47:41 GMT -5
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Post by Renaux de Travére on Apr 21, 2024 17:35:48 GMT -5
"I see it."
Renuax said as Neige reared on her reigns lightly. He tied them to the pommel as he pulled his spyglass from his bag. Plumes of smoke rose into the air, a sure sign of life and he swept his gaze over the area. A settlement, still in its early stages but a decent number of people. "Worth checking out." He snapped the spyglass closed and took the reign in hand again, not that he needed to his steed was already angling herself toward the settlement.
As they approached they ascended. One thing he'd learned was to sweep low enough when approaching a settlement to attract attention. If they were hostile enough to open fire without speaking first, he wanted to know before he made a landing and made fleeing a harder option.
Fortunately, that wasn't a concern as he decided on where he was going to land, just outside of the village near the docks. It would leave him with the option to take Neige in a sprint down the beach should the inhabitants prove hostile. As he settled on the ground he hefted his spear and tied a white piece of cloth to the end of it, before he locked it into his saddle, hopefully, the fluttering cloth would be recognized as the sign of parle it was intended to be.
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Roona Lovelock
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 22
Appearance: With Green longish hair that's often in a braid. Build is on the leaner side with abs and a sturdy sleeper build but in turn wears bulky clothing. Freckles dot her face with a dragon eye tattoo on the back of her neck. She stands around 6'2 with the poise and gait of a elk.
Equipment: Two cutlasses with a holster to fit both. Seafarer gear for voyages. A long reinforced flowing coat that's a tad large for her. She also wears a perfect ring almost scared of ever taking it off.
Skills and Abilities: Has been taught a bit on the forbidden side two sword fighting style. The style includes lots of spins and deceiving the enemy when in the heat of combat. She has skills as a captain and leader as well as a star watcher.
Biography: Hailing from a richer society she was well schooled to be a merchant. But after her home city being destroyed she turned to more dishonorable roles. She is now the new ruler/ring of Rorkia.
Allegiances: Rorkia, her people, the historia
Place of Residence: Rorkia
Registered: Jan 7, 2024 23:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Roona Lovelock on Apr 25, 2024 21:54:09 GMT -5
Roona was sitting on a rock staring out over the gulf, she had a stick in hand dragging it in the sand in front of her. There were two people behind her, one in plate armor and the other in a more traditional military outfit. In the far back a band played somber music with vocals sang in Rorkian. Roona was dressed in full white clothing with a tan overcoat. "What should we do" the man in the normal formal military outfit said, sounding rather tired and bored.
"There is nothing we ca-" Roona started saying but was cut off at the sight of a flying horse. Where the horse had landed was just a corner of a rock. Roona and everyone else stared at the rock waiting for something to come around its corner. After a good second they saw the man and the winged horse come out with his spear fully out on the saddle.
Roona and everyone else taking part in the scene all stared at the man on his winged steed. The cloth around the spear was strange. But Roona knew enough about other cultures that a cloth more likely a white one means a truce or a parley. But in this case it may just mean friendly, but that could always be a ruse. If the person didn't move as well it would be dead silent for a while. Roona then slowly rose from the rock she was sitting on and threw the stick into the gulfs water.
Roona gave a sharp whistle and the two behind her put their hands on their weapons. The one in full armor sported a larger knife and a short spear made entirely of a rather still and clean metal that reflected off the sun beautifully, while the man sported a sabre and a hand crossbow. The other two gave out longer whistles and with it a sense of unease as the only people visible was the three, now approaching, people and four people with different instruments awkwardly watching the interaction.
Roona gave a smile and wave on her approach before stopping around ten meters away, the other two standing eleven. If the horse would get startled by all the gathering and sharp whistling then Roona would keep a fifteen meter distance, and the other two at sixteen.
"I would like you not to fly away in fear, you don't have too if your intentions are going to be straight and direct and explained on this beach. If you're a refugee then I'd doubt it but you are welcomed. Either way, This is Rorkia and I'm its ruler of sorts. Though I'm sure we'd all be comfortable if you at least dismounted that... thing, don't need to walk away from it but off of it would be nice. You are free to address me as Ring or Lady Roona." Roona said confidently and calmly, letting her accent flow out with every word. At the end of her small speech she gave a small courtesy curtsy.
The other two simply stared blankly at the man. Their intentions are unknown and their faces unreadable. If paying attention enough the wood just above the beach was quiet, there was no normal reason why it would be quiet.
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Renaux de Travére
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 22
Registered: Jul 25, 2021 20:47:41 GMT -5
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Post by Renaux de Travére on May 1, 2024 19:26:34 GMT -5
Renaux sat on he steed unperturbed as he ran his gaze over the assembled soldiers. Cautious, but he did not fault them for it. Being ready for violence was not unwise, there would always be those who tried to take from others rather than build themselves. They sent a representative over and as she curtsied he gave her a polite nod of his head but he didn't dismount.
"I am Sir Renaux de Travére, Royal Air Knight of Gauldin." His voice was clear and strong, his features matched. He had an air of actual nobility about him, handsome proud features, calm orderly demeanor, and a suit of plate armor that didn't quite glisten in the sunlight but it was well cared for. "Travére is a city I may never see again, in a country you may have never heard of, but I take my duty seriously. As a Royal Air Knight my job was to provide aerial support in time of war and aid to the masses in times of peace."
Gesturing around he said. "I am a refugee but I have been in these lands for some time. I've had dealings with many small communities in the area as well as some of the larger ones. I come to ask if there is anything you need, if you are open to taking in other refugees, and to offer to be a messanger whenever possible between yourself and the rest of the Isles."
He paused before he added with some affront. "This." He patted his mount. "Is Neige, she is a pegasus and as you saw she can fly. I using that to help connect communities and direct refuges I come across. So do not mistake this as an offer of fealty, it is an offer of a service I provide because it is the best way I can aid people in these trying times." He fell silent, his prepared speech given.
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