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 22, 2024 20:15:08 GMT -5
Rorkia shoreline
The long stretch of beach that comprises where Rorkia landed and more. At the moment most of the shoreline is untouched and foreign territory for the new settlement. Although it's not uncommon for the stray Rorkian to venture out and scout the long miles of sand. A new series of towers can be seen being built across the vast shoreline.
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Willa
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 29
Appearance: She is a buxom woman, her hair is dark and so are her eyes. She stands tall and is a bit curvy. She has a little cluster of freckles on her nose.
Equipment: Cooking gear mostly, a few dresses, various things that were grabbed based on importance but are in the bottom of the bag for the moment.
Skills and Abilities: Serving (as in waitressing)
Cooking
Singing
Housekeeping
Hospitality
Biography: While not from the Usque proper, she was once the serving wench of a place right on the border, The Strutting Rooster in, but after Patches had disappeared into the misty forest and the inn became obscured by the changes that happened after.
She went to the festival within the forest where Tana was about to get crowned. And then the rains fell and the floods came, and then more mist...
Registered: Mar 19, 2024 23:04:41 GMT -5
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Post by Willa on Mar 22, 2024 20:35:08 GMT -5
Willa was exhausted but happy to finally see the end of the mist. The four of the boat passengers threw anchor, sans the sleeping woman, and loaded onto a smaller craft with what belongings they could carry. There wasn't much, but there was at least one tent which one of the men erected far enough away from the waves to keep dry, a fire quickly built and the last of their food put over that before they got to other tasks.
Willa set the inside of the tent up before having the other woman put on the bedroll that had been set up opposite a second one.
From there, she tended the fire and cooked while the men toiled away, eventually bringing a second load of supplies, only the last one since most of the things had just been grabbed as people fled.
The woman sat down upon the ground for a time as the food cooked, keeping an eye on the food while the men moved to help with more immediate needs.
She stared into the fire and gave a heavy and tired sigh, wanting nothing more than to climb into the fresh water for a bath, her skin itching.
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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 31, 2024 23:41:30 GMT -5
Roona held her boots in her hand as she walked down the beach. She rather enjoyed the coarse feeling of small soft rocks on her feet. She wasn't alone as an orphan boy soon followed behind her. The boy had a carving knife by his side as well as a chunk of wood strapped to his back with rope. Roona always out-paced the boy making him jog back to her side every few seconds. Roona was wearing tight pants and a crop top type of blouse. She had one of her swords slumped around her back tied by a more unique and expensive looking twine.
Following a solid one-hundred meters behind the two were about ten people. Four seemed to be dressed in loose clothing with veils covering their faces, two carrying crossbows and the others had hatchets. Five others were in light armor with what looked like reinforced rapiers and curved knives, though a few had bucklers as well. The final person stood tall with medium-like armor, carrying two large tonfas on their hips. They all seemed to be in a semi formation. Most were also enjoying the walk but they were there to do a job and were doing it. None dared walk a meter closer than what they were already at.
Roona yawned and stretched as she came to a point on the shoreline that was far enough away from Rorkia that even the Historia couldn't be viewed. They had been walking for some time and it was getting late but-.
Roona sent a sharp whistle at the sight of smoke up ahead. Like clockwork the four unarmored women crept low and ran and vanished into the flora above the beach. The others stayed still and crept low as well to not be instantly seen. They made their way closer to Roona but with a hand signal they still kept distance. Roona nudged the kid and signed some words to him, he quickly responded and both made their approach. Roona adjusted her loosely slung blade as the kid cracked his knuckles, giving tiny pops.
Once Roona was able to see the light of their fire she gave another hand signal and a foreign bird noise. The people behind her stopped and stayed low as for anyone at the camp to not see them. The four women stayed in the flora closest to the fire and watched. Roona adjusted her blouse and fixed her gait to something more foxy as she approached the fire.
Once close enough that anyone could see her she opened her arms outward. The orphan stayed close behind Roona and started reading everyone. He looked timid and weak in the moment. Roona continued to approach until she was about ten meters out, where she stopped and leaned on her left hip. "Well nice to see someone decided to wash up on an island with taste." Roona then gave a small curtsy towards the camp. "Name would be Roona, Roona lovelock." She let her full entrancing accent spell in the somewhat charismatic words she spoke. "Would any of you fine people be under the title of leader of this group." Roona then adjusted to leaning on her right hip and waited for a reply with a small smile.
All of Roonas guards were sure to not be seen. The boy stayed close to Roona and stood staring at the women sitting at the campfire.
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Willa
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 29
Appearance: She is a buxom woman, her hair is dark and so are her eyes. She stands tall and is a bit curvy. She has a little cluster of freckles on her nose.
Equipment: Cooking gear mostly, a few dresses, various things that were grabbed based on importance but are in the bottom of the bag for the moment.
Skills and Abilities: Serving (as in waitressing)
Cooking
Singing
Housekeeping
Hospitality
Biography: While not from the Usque proper, she was once the serving wench of a place right on the border, The Strutting Rooster in, but after Patches had disappeared into the misty forest and the inn became obscured by the changes that happened after.
She went to the festival within the forest where Tana was about to get crowned. And then the rains fell and the floods came, and then more mist...
Registered: Mar 19, 2024 23:04:41 GMT -5
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Post by Willa on Apr 30, 2024 12:14:26 GMT -5
She wasn't startled, though she was mightily grateful there were others about and they didn't get stranded somewhere bad."Most of our group died in the mists," said Willa, "There is no leader really, and it seems the people who came with me are very fragile." The woman started to rub at the arm of the rather pretty one that seemed unresponsive for the moment even if she was sitting up. The rather lovely woman was ethereal in comparison to the speaker, but someone to speak.
The lovelier girl seemed to open her eyes only a little, her gaze dull. Mist still seemed to curl out of her nostrils and mouth, indicating she was under the spell of the thing that hardly affected the very ordinary (in her own opinion) Willa.
Her mouth turned upward at the corner a little, but then she went back to sleeping, and Willa moved to help settle the other down so she was comfortable. "The mist killed twenty or so, all of them her people. I was only visiting when we had to flee. She is very weak it seems, would you be alright to help get some fresh water and some broth into the poor wee lass? The others can take care of themselves but the poor thing seems to be struck mightily."
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