Twin Cities
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Post by Twin Cities on Mar 17, 2024 17:34:41 GMT -5
 Siebert island is a relatively small island, just far enough to the West of the Twin Cities that it is right between coastal and proper oceanic waters. For a long time it was a place for fishermen from the Twin Cities to stay on extended trips. But as the broken wreckages at many parts of the coast show, it has not served as such for a while. Great big stones often lie in the midst of some of these broken craft, almost certainly victims of the so called Siebert Island Walrus. |
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Twin Cities
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Roleplay posts: 26
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Post by Twin Cities on Mar 19, 2024 22:14:22 GMT -5
After a little bit less than a day's sail, Johann's ship would be in place to see it the island, or at least it was according to Mr. Siebert. As everyone would be getting ready to get to bed, he'd hit the helmsman over the head with his cane and cause a considerable ruckus jumping from one foot to another. "There, there!" he'd announced, pointing a quivering finger to what seemed like just more water in the distance. But, if followed, there would be a speck of grey that would eventually become an island. "There my boy, there I saw the walrus! Great fangs it had, two of them in fact! Well, that's quite usual, but the fangs!"
As they got yet closer, he pointed the cane triumphantly at the wreck of a small fishing ship with a hole right down the middle. "There, the craft of its poor victims I wager!" The cane kept moving as he pointed out a few more, some near and some far. Most seemed relatively old, or at least enough that a white mat of salt managed to form on any exposed wood that hadn't been treated like the outside of a ship's hull. People had not been here in some time. "If you were wanting to see it, I'd get off now to not catch its eye lest it be roaming."
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Johann IV of Bayern
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Roleplay posts: 12 
Age: 34
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Appearance: Tall, athletically built, strong facial features, a shock of dark black hair that fell to his shoulders... can no longer describe the youngest son of Albrecht II. He still stands at 6'4", but a life of rich foods and copious amounts of alcohol has taken their toll, and the athletic build has become a prodigious gut. His hairline has started to recede, and the long locks has been cut to be more manageable. A scar along his left cheek from a heathen's sword has marred what few good looks he had remaining.
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Equipment: Before the flood, of noble house enabled Johann to have the richest, most fashionable, and flattering clothes. As such he was rarely under dressed for any event. In fact the opposite was often been said of him, with his personal tailors complained quite often for the seeming lack of decorum in the care of his clothing. Though since the Flood he is now limited to whatever fine furs could be stowed upon his ship before the tide washed away Ingerhold. His ship is a small carrack designed for lakes rather than oceans named after the patron Saint of Bayern, Nahum.
As befitting a man of high stature, he has a full suit of plate armor fitted to him. His main weapon is a war hammer, though he carries a sword mostly for ceremony.
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Skills and Abilities: Despite being rotund, Johann is still rather well versed in the martial arts with melee weapons. He is a gifted rider, though he may need assistance with mounting a rather sturdy horse. He also been known to empty kegs of beer by himself, which is a gift I suppose.
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Allegiances: Twin Cities
Registered: Dec 8, 2023 19:21:14 GMT -5
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Post by Johann IV of Bayern on Apr 9, 2024 19:46:46 GMT -5
There had been an active, and rather hotly discussed debate raging amongst the crew and man at arms for the duration of the journey. After the rather great amount of disappointment and more than one thought of mutiny crossed their minds they had cornered the weaselly little monk into a corner of the hold and emphatically explained (on the tip of their daggers) that they demanded answers.
"An... ail-ee-phont?" One muttered to his comrades, all drawing a blank face.
"What's a woll-russ," another chimed in.
"I've seen it in a book on strange animals back in Ingerhold. It's fat, got a big round head, two tusks that droop down to here," he pantomimed with his fingers on the sides of his mouth, "it's a kissing cousin to the Old Pig himse-," he paused as he felt a looming presence behind him. It was only the pleading of the Monk (and a witness in Mr. Siebert) that did not see that man at arms hung from the mast as soon as they were out of sight of the Twin Cities. But now the debate raged: how exactly would this poor man at arms, now affectionately named "Bait" by the crew, meet the Saints?
"I bet it'll hold him down and pluck out his eyeballs at the end of its tusks."
"Nah nah nah, it'll eat his liver first and then give the rest to its young."
"I do not believe that an elephant eats meat-"
A resounding chorus of shut ups and describing in rather bawdy details how he (supposedly) serviced the Boar when they were locked alone assailed the Monk as he scurried back to safety. Upon the warning of Mr. Siebert Johann turned to the crew.
"Proud Men of Bayern," he raised his voice to be heard by the crew who turned to view him by the helm, "we have been doubted all our times by our foes. Our foes doubted the height of our walls when they tried they foolishly tried to force them. They doubted our steel and spirit when we bashed their armies in the Westebelung," he personally reveled in the image of his nephew Maximillian being fished out of the waters, drowned by his armor in his chaotic retreat, "and they would have doubted our cunning. It was only the Saints themselves that put an end to what would have been the greatest victory in the Empire. But now. Now we will prove it beyond doubt. We will prove that faced with the greatest odds that we will not only smash them, outlast them, but we will out wit them as well."
A swelling of pride swept through the crew, remembering the glorious campaign that had through the weaving of fates brought them here. Seeing that they had at least were placated enough he nodded towards Bait, "And now push this sod into the water and let's see if we can catch the eye of this beast."
His order was promptly followed, and Bait kicking and protesting was pitched into the water near shore, and forced at the point of several crossbows aimed at him to walk ashore.
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Twin Cities
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Roleplay posts: 26
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Post by Twin Cities on Apr 18, 2024 7:58:02 GMT -5
As the poor Bait was sent overboard, his trek towards the beach would be an affair made somewhat difficult by the particularly soft nature of the sand here. Unlike the more firm sands of many places this one seemed to be mixed with lots of long decayed seaweed and fauna to make any foot making its way down sink a bit below the ankle. If he wore hard enough soles or had caps on his boots, he might at some point experience the sound of a crack as something crunched under foot, but would sink far too deep in the almost quicksand like bottom of the beach to be unearthed. As his feet would touch dry (or at least not submerged) land, he would see the many wrecks brought to shore. He would also spot footprints. Massive, like a bear but without the soft points on each finger and each much closer to the supposed paw of the walrus.
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Johann IV of Bayern
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 34
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Appearance: Tall, athletically built, strong facial features, a shock of dark black hair that fell to his shoulders... can no longer describe the youngest son of Albrecht II. He still stands at 6'4", but a life of rich foods and copious amounts of alcohol has taken their toll, and the athletic build has become a prodigious gut. His hairline has started to recede, and the long locks has been cut to be more manageable. A scar along his left cheek from a heathen's sword has marred what few good looks he had remaining.
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Equipment: Before the flood, of noble house enabled Johann to have the richest, most fashionable, and flattering clothes. As such he was rarely under dressed for any event. In fact the opposite was often been said of him, with his personal tailors complained quite often for the seeming lack of decorum in the care of his clothing. Though since the Flood he is now limited to whatever fine furs could be stowed upon his ship before the tide washed away Ingerhold. His ship is a small carrack designed for lakes rather than oceans named after the patron Saint of Bayern, Nahum.
As befitting a man of high stature, he has a full suit of plate armor fitted to him. His main weapon is a war hammer, though he carries a sword mostly for ceremony.
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Skills and Abilities: Despite being rotund, Johann is still rather well versed in the martial arts with melee weapons. He is a gifted rider, though he may need assistance with mounting a rather sturdy horse. He also been known to empty kegs of beer by himself, which is a gift I suppose.
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Allegiances: Twin Cities
Registered: Dec 8, 2023 19:21:14 GMT -5
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Post by Johann IV of Bayern on May 7, 2024 18:43:06 GMT -5
The crew watched anxiously as their comrade, whom they had resigned to death upon his mistake to state what was probably accurate, struggled up the way to the beach. Even at his retreating form the oft abused and derided Monk offered a benediction and repose to the soul of their poor former friend. Which seemed especially necessary with him losing a boot in the sticky sand and nearly being caught in the tide.
He turned back and waved to signal he had found some amount of dry land- or at least land that would not suck you in- and then looked down. Seeing the footprint he gesticulated towards the ground wildly, straining his voice to try and relay back that he had found a footprint. He was not as the best hunter or tracker of the party, but at least he knew enough to announce that whatever they were facing was a scale unseen before.
As he turned back to inland a light mist came rolling off the bay. Obscuring his vision, and the crew being able to see him, he stood his ground for a few moments. A cold dousing splash of fear trembled through him, his bowels felt as watery as his lost boot. It was very hard to make out over the sound of the crashing waves but he could swear he heard...
"A TRUMPET," he shouted back to the ship, jumping and pointing to the trees behind. He knew it all too well from the battlefields of the past mixing with the crashing of steel and screams of men and horses. There was no doubt in his mind as he yelled again louder, "THERE'S A TRUMPET OUT THERE!" Feeling perhaps that he might be able to escape from the crew he turned and awkwardly started to run into the woods.
"After him," grunted Johann to the Captain, not bothering to raise his voice. This was about the best he could have hoped for he considered. If there was some monster out there than the luckless man would serve as bait, and it did not do well to have the bait too close to the hunter. And if there were people... well that would prove a nice boon. Perhaps a small castle here would be nice after all.
Shortly the lake carrack was within wading depth of the natural harbor, and several more Men at Arms, including the Boar and the Monk, were following the tracks of Bait.
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Twin Cities
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Roleplay posts: 26
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Post by Twin Cities on May 11, 2024 22:14:12 GMT -5
As the poor Bait would be sent into the depths of the the woods, the geography and flora would be quite odd. There would be a great many tropical plants, yet they seemed to struggle to grow to an adequate scale as they might be known in some far-off lands. Seemingly the clime was generally warm enough to allow the plants to sprout, but far from enough for them to flourish, lush and plump with fruit as intended. Bananas of a pale green, or coconuts barely the size of an apple. Pathetic displays, really. Sizeable bugs would fly about, these more familiar as simply large flies and the sort.
However, after some ambling about in the greenery, Bait would come upon a very gruesome sight. It would appear to be a bear, or what was left of it anyway. The rear of the bear was large, bloated from its death and the moist soil with many a strip torn off by carrion birds and rot. Yet, curiously, the front half of the bar was flattened into a large hoof-shape in the ground.
After presumably he wander about some more, Bait would see more signs of humanity. Some trees had snapped arrows stuck in them, their tips rusted. Elsewhere shattered blades or helmets squished into flat shape plates appeared.
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