Rorkia
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Appearance: The landscape of the island gives a stunning feeling around the gulf that the island offers. The settlement of Rorkia is maintained of ongoing construction and tents.
Biography: Founded by Roona and the ship Historia as a new settlement of the fallen city of Rorke.
Allegiances: To the ring
Place of Residence: Island of Shaqaqel
Registered: Mar 4, 2024 23:31:28 GMT -5
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Post by Rorkia on Mar 4, 2024 23:52:46 GMT -5
Rorkia residential district
A full Rorke resident unit is placed up land. The bazaar-like building holds small apartments underground with steps to the door of them. The long hallways are often patrolled by guards. A few more unlucky souls have taken up residents in the rafters. There are still plenty of tents outside of the unit but another one is in construction. |
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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 8, 2024 0:18:31 GMT -5
Coel walked through what would one day might become streets and houses, he observed the people trying to get some idea of what these people were like, if the tent he was promised looked anything like the ones he saw there, it would definitely be of Great help while he secured a safer shelter in the future, for now he needed to make sure to make a favorable deal to both parties since he would probably need a little more assistance in the future, even if minimal.
These people also raised another thought, the chances of coel not being the only that got stranded in this island were small, yet he, perhaps there were even more and, did the entire world flooded as well ? He shook the thought off his head, he had bigger worries right now
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The Historia
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: Her crew varies from 5-100. The ship herself is Unkown.
Appearance: A diverse crew from all walk of life from the dead city of Rorke. Most wear clothes that fit the sea's harsh conditions but the preistesses of the moon wear their church garb. The ship is that of beauty and design, after all it is a ship of the church turned privateer vessel. Its sleek hull is made flawlessly with Rorkian cycle wood, A deep black with the right moon lighting giving off a purple and white glow. Its figurehead is that of a line of drooping tentacles and eyes That are scattered all around the tentacles. Its Sails are black and silver with a moon design. But in the right wind glows a soft crimson. The front of the ship coming from the very bottom all the way to the figurehead was a giant metal axe head. The axe adorned by runes, most useless just there for making it look more intimidating. All the port holes also seem larger than they should, almost like it was made for people to scurry out of the port holes. Upon closer glance the weaves of silver all over the ship all connect to some sort of rune system offering warding and detection sensors when activated.
Equipment: Widely varied. But its common for those of the crew to have some sort of sword and/or crossbow. As well as anything needed for what they're doing. The ship herself is a ship and has everything to maintain herself. Shes armed with swivel-like crossbows that are only slightly too large just to lug around like a normal one. The axe head at the front with runes, some of those runes were actually magic. Though all were more minor things such as making the metal slightly lighter and the metal slightly stronger.
Skills and Abilities: Each person of the crew has something only they can do. But its most common are sailing, combat, raiding, etc. But those of the church use hoodoo-like magic on a minor level with the one with any foot in it refusing to do anything. The ship herself has hatches and cat walks all around the ship making easier ways for the crew to get to one point and the other while also cutting off possible enemies. As well with large portholes and the large crossbows. As well as just straight up ramming into a smaller ship, which most ships were smaller anyhow
Biography: Those who remain from the city of Rorke bound to restore their lost glory. The ship is the last remaining vessel of its church fleet. It is also the head fleet vessel of Rorkia.
Allegiances: Roona, Eachother, Rorkia
Place of Residence: Rorkia
Registered: Feb 2, 2024 15:59:22 GMT -5
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Post by The Historia on Mar 8, 2024 9:45:15 GMT -5
The Historia was sitting just off the coast of Rorkia being too large to dock at the port. Her crew was helping build in Rorkia at the moment, as well as setting up supplies at the beach to row over to the Historia. Some were rowing the supplies to the ship, but the bulk was building. Mostly in the residential district to help set up more solid shelter. The orphans were running direction and water, the sailors were doing the more dirty work, the tailors were making the layouts of wood, And all the moon church were watching all this happen.
Nobody had really noticed the masked figure looking around at the construction. Roona had decided to go back to the Historia after leading Coel in this direction. The rather shy woman that was at the beach with Roona stayed a distance away but was following Coel. Coel was unbothered by the crew, until a younger lady in a veil with what seemed like large needles in a two pouches noticed him and decided to approach.
A needle flew to Coels feet as a small whistle echoed, then the woman was behind him. She wrapped her arms around Coels collarbone extending her arms out to show she wasn't choking him out, just playing. "When did you get here" she said in a Rorkian accent, the tone itself was soft she was either flirting or making a very weird threat. Coel couldn't tell but now he had a woman clinging to him.
The other people who were around to watch this were subtly getting a good laugh from this. Though the other moon church women who were all lounging on a rock seemed like they were trying to observe Coel now. It wasn't until a Orphan with a cat by his side came running up with a spray flask and started throwing water onto the woman. The young woman then instantly detached and made a hissing sound. The Orphan continued to pelt the woman with water until she started to walk away.
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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 8, 2024 10:45:46 GMT -5
Coel didn't had a big reaction but it distracted him enough to allow the woman to get behind him, his response to her words were "A woman who called herself The ring of Rorkia led me here so a deal could be struck."
Knowing someone could sneak on him like that wasn't a nice thought and made him specially uncomfortable, he let his guard down and that wouldn't happen again, it wasn't until the kid came to his rescue "thank you kid." He said, then he picked the needle from the ground, he would have shouted at her because she forgot the needle but that would just cause him pain, instead he would keep it until he saw her again, for now he would go towards anyone who looked like they had the authority to make the deal he wanted.
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The Historia
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: Her crew varies from 5-100. The ship herself is Unkown.
Appearance: A diverse crew from all walk of life from the dead city of Rorke. Most wear clothes that fit the sea's harsh conditions but the preistesses of the moon wear their church garb. The ship is that of beauty and design, after all it is a ship of the church turned privateer vessel. Its sleek hull is made flawlessly with Rorkian cycle wood, A deep black with the right moon lighting giving off a purple and white glow. Its figurehead is that of a line of drooping tentacles and eyes That are scattered all around the tentacles. Its Sails are black and silver with a moon design. But in the right wind glows a soft crimson. The front of the ship coming from the very bottom all the way to the figurehead was a giant metal axe head. The axe adorned by runes, most useless just there for making it look more intimidating. All the port holes also seem larger than they should, almost like it was made for people to scurry out of the port holes. Upon closer glance the weaves of silver all over the ship all connect to some sort of rune system offering warding and detection sensors when activated.
Equipment: Widely varied. But its common for those of the crew to have some sort of sword and/or crossbow. As well as anything needed for what they're doing. The ship herself is a ship and has everything to maintain herself. Shes armed with swivel-like crossbows that are only slightly too large just to lug around like a normal one. The axe head at the front with runes, some of those runes were actually magic. Though all were more minor things such as making the metal slightly lighter and the metal slightly stronger.
Skills and Abilities: Each person of the crew has something only they can do. But its most common are sailing, combat, raiding, etc. But those of the church use hoodoo-like magic on a minor level with the one with any foot in it refusing to do anything. The ship herself has hatches and cat walks all around the ship making easier ways for the crew to get to one point and the other while also cutting off possible enemies. As well with large portholes and the large crossbows. As well as just straight up ramming into a smaller ship, which most ships were smaller anyhow
Biography: Those who remain from the city of Rorke bound to restore their lost glory. The ship is the last remaining vessel of its church fleet. It is also the head fleet vessel of Rorkia.
Allegiances: Roona, Eachother, Rorkia
Place of Residence: Rorkia
Registered: Feb 2, 2024 15:59:22 GMT -5
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Post by The Historia on Mar 9, 2024 23:46:44 GMT -5
The orphan nodded at him and started to walk away but the cat leapt in front of him. The orphan then took the bell off the cat and the cat started to smack the bell in a somewhat organized manner. The orphan nodded again before walking back to the masked man. The child then did hand signs towards the man but abruptly stopped after remembering he only knew Rorke sign. He then instead tugged on the mans coat and started to walk. If the masked man didn't follow he would just keep doing it.
Others watching this had mostly just gotten back to work with some other children looking disappointed and walking away. Although the child seemed to be the one trying to guide Coel a man with a striking facial and toned body was helping to direct work traffic with authority. There was also a woman who seemed to be reading a book but also keeping all the younger people under control.
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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 10, 2024 16:55:06 GMT -5
Coel made a mental note of the people that looked like they were in charge and turned around to face the orphan, "What do you want kid ?" He said, trying not to sound condescending, when he realized the kid wantihin to follow, he did. Walking on the same place as the kid but just behind him.
Cork made sure to remember the way they were going so he could come back to this spot if needed, he was also curious to why the orphan would interrupt that young woman and why he wasn't afraid, most children did, for now none of this mattered so he silently followed the kid wondering what would happen next.
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The Historia
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: Her crew varies from 5-100. The ship herself is Unkown.
Appearance: A diverse crew from all walk of life from the dead city of Rorke. Most wear clothes that fit the sea's harsh conditions but the preistesses of the moon wear their church garb. The ship is that of beauty and design, after all it is a ship of the church turned privateer vessel. Its sleek hull is made flawlessly with Rorkian cycle wood, A deep black with the right moon lighting giving off a purple and white glow. Its figurehead is that of a line of drooping tentacles and eyes That are scattered all around the tentacles. Its Sails are black and silver with a moon design. But in the right wind glows a soft crimson. The front of the ship coming from the very bottom all the way to the figurehead was a giant metal axe head. The axe adorned by runes, most useless just there for making it look more intimidating. All the port holes also seem larger than they should, almost like it was made for people to scurry out of the port holes. Upon closer glance the weaves of silver all over the ship all connect to some sort of rune system offering warding and detection sensors when activated.
Equipment: Widely varied. But its common for those of the crew to have some sort of sword and/or crossbow. As well as anything needed for what they're doing. The ship herself is a ship and has everything to maintain herself. Shes armed with swivel-like crossbows that are only slightly too large just to lug around like a normal one. The axe head at the front with runes, some of those runes were actually magic. Though all were more minor things such as making the metal slightly lighter and the metal slightly stronger.
Skills and Abilities: Each person of the crew has something only they can do. But its most common are sailing, combat, raiding, etc. But those of the church use hoodoo-like magic on a minor level with the one with any foot in it refusing to do anything. The ship herself has hatches and cat walks all around the ship making easier ways for the crew to get to one point and the other while also cutting off possible enemies. As well with large portholes and the large crossbows. As well as just straight up ramming into a smaller ship, which most ships were smaller anyhow
Biography: Those who remain from the city of Rorke bound to restore their lost glory. The ship is the last remaining vessel of its church fleet. It is also the head fleet vessel of Rorkia.
Allegiances: Roona, Eachother, Rorkia
Place of Residence: Rorkia
Registered: Feb 2, 2024 15:59:22 GMT -5
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Post by The Historia on Mar 10, 2024 22:16:22 GMT -5
Seeing that the man was following him now he nodded. He helped the cat put its bell back on before walking towards a stockpile filled with various items to set up a settlement. The cat jumped into the pile and climbed its way to the top to overview the orphan who was now going through it. The child struggled to pull something out but eventually got it to come out, it was a tent. The orphan dragged the tent over to the masked man's feet, panting a little.
He took a deep breath regaining himself and before the masked man could even think of grabbing the tent he held out his hand. He was expecting a payment or trade for the tent. Another orphan came running over with some mashed rations in a hollowed out loaf of bread. The rations seemed to be a mix of fish, beans, pickles and corn. All of which was in a preserved state so it didn't look too good but would taste fine if not better than fine. "Here's your ration bread sir, made by the head cook himself and myself" even the child sounded elegant with a Rorkian accent, the child then held up the bread with some degree of struggle and a water flask. The other orphan sighed and brought out a notebook and wrote down '2 Rorke silver for the tent, 3 Rorke bronze for the rations. Or trade if trade is deemed fit by me' the kid shoved the note into the mans chest and waited.
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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 12, 2024 19:37:12 GMT -5
Coel stood and watched, when the kid extended his hand the man smiled behind the, of course no one would be able to see it, then the second one came his eyes shifted to the orphan and not the food.
When the paper struck his chest, he picked and read it, then chuckled, "sorry kid, whatever currency you ask I don't have it and the only thing I can depart from is this." Coel pulled a bottle with a weird liquid in it, it was black and it looked to be very viscous, "I can't see how this would do anything to help you but if you must know, this is a very flammable liquid that somewhat sticks to things."
He put it back under his overcoat, "Now, I don't care about the food, I can feed myself but if there's anything I can do for you to get the tent let me know, almost nothing is off limits."
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