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 Mar 26, 2021 18:00:42 GMT -5
The moment Keph took a step towards the woman, he grimaced and pressed a palm against his lower back. He had just been wondering why he hadn’t felt any pain from slamming into the rock, but there it was—just a tad late to the party.
Her concern was dismissed by a wave of his hand. Floating ink again reformed, giving ‘voice’ to the voiceless man, “He’ll be fine. Don’t worry about the ink, it does the talking for him.”
From his satchel, a tanned leather pack was pulled. Global flooding hadn’t been his first bad experience with water, and he had long since learned to keep anything easily damaged by liquids within this smaller, waterproofed kit. Tight ropes were undone and leather was stretched out on the sand. Its contents were laid out: various pieces of paper—some written on, others blank—and extra writing supplies. The needed were picked out and organised, the rest returned to their water-safe environment.
Despite the fact that this little kit had been made specially to resist water damage, it was still a miracle everything inside had survived Keph’s time in the ocean.
“Time to go draw Naoki’s maps!”
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Mar 26, 2021 19:36:35 GMT -5
Scarvy got off the boat, stepping onto the sandy beach. Finally land! he thought to himself. The young kobold dashed for the tree-line hoping to construct a trap for a quick meal. “Oi!” Naoki raises her voice again, louder, to address the kobold that’s just absolutely booking it toward the forest. She’s not sure who it is or how they got in with the landing party, but she’s trying to run a tight ship over here! “Kobold, get back here and give me your name! Don’t just run off like that!”
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Scarvy little Courage
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Roleplay posts: 27
Appearance: Scarvy is a small four foot red kobold. He’s fairly young, and still growing. Scarvy is about the full height he’ll grow to. He has amber eyes and scarlet scales. Scarvy is a strong kobold, able to lift stuff about twice his size.
Scarvy has two silver scales under his left eye. They appear to be attached to him permanently. He also has two big horns protruding from his head.
Equipment: Scarvy is nicely dressed in a green hood and cape. He has a dark blue vest with a grey wool shirt underneath. He has brown wool pants that are tightened right below his knees. His lower legs are wrapped in cloth. Probably acting as temporary shoes. Scarvy carries a short sword, but for him it’s about the size of a bastard sword, and a dagger. He’s very experienced in making traps and will often make traps to hunt his food.
Skills and Abilities: Scarvy is a skilled trapmaker and was taught to be a swordsman by his dragonborn father named ‘Darg’. He prefers to use his sword and dagger in a fight, rather than any trap. Scarvy's body language is perhaps the most telling thing when he communicates.
Biography: Scarvy is a young kobold around the age of seven. By his own words he is an orphan as his father was killed in the 'other place' wherever that was. He doesn't know where or even how he ended up here, but he wants to be like his father and be a strong warrior.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:17:02 GMT -5
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Post by Scarvy little Courage on Mar 26, 2021 19:50:26 GMT -5
“Oi!” Naoki raises her voice again, louder, to address the kobold that’s just absolutely booking it toward the forest. She’s not sure who it is or how they got in with the landing party, but she’s trying to run a tight ship over here!
“Kobold, get back here and give me your name! Don’t just run off like that!”
The kobold child came to a screeching halt tripping over himself when he heard the call. After he unburied his face from the sand he stood up and scurried on over to the Captain. He stood straight with his tail wagging side to side. "My name is Scarvy! Ma'am!" His young voice chirped excitedly.
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Roxanne Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 76
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:33:09 GMT -5
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Mar 26, 2021 20:03:15 GMT -5
Roxanne watched the chastised group returning to give their names, smirking at their stooped heads and repentant expressions. They'd been so eager to run off, only to be recalled and scolded like a group of disobedient puppies. Hopefully the poor sods were better at hunting than they were at following directions, lest her group had to pick up the slack. Looking up at the captain, she saw the woman cast a one-eyed glare in their direction and sighed. Had she heard them? She should have expected that. Cats had pretty sharp hearing with those pointy ears of theirs, after all. Giving the woman a thin smile, she turned back to her companions.
"Seals tend to be pretty difficult to spot in the water," she said, nodding to Katiana. "But I suppose you're right. I suppose it's a tad warm for such blubbery creatures. Who knows though, maybe seals here are leaner. That'd be an awful shame if there weren't any, though. Seal fur really is the best material for coats."
The purple woman seemed awfully sure of herself, and Roxanne squinted at her. Anyone who was that confident in their ability to survive in an entirely foreign place on their own either knew something she didn't or thought they were smarter than they were. Roxanne didn't like either prospect, nor did she trust anyone who didn't have a set place to call their home. How could anyone venture forth without a place to return to? Still, the smug nomad certainly seemed to share her distaste for the captain, which had to count for something. Shyv'Ahna's threat to eat her elicited a shudder, and Roxanne took an involuntary step back. Was it true that the horned creatures were descended from devils? Her grandmother had always said as much, but the old woman had also talked about how spiders could be warded off by placing cheese around the house. As much as Roxanne tried to ignore it, she had to admit that Granny Fletcher had been a bit odd in her later years.
"Let's hope that we can catch enough game that it doesn't come to that, then," she said. "I wouldn't want to eat a creature like that anyways. Probably all tough and stringy. Anyways, I don't think I'll be setting off on my own. I'd much rather stay in an area with people, some place to call home. Besides, I don't like my chances out alone in the wild, especially in such a unfamiliar place. Who knows, there might be people who threaten to eat me out there."
Coatl's insights on biodiversity and ecological niches flew over Roxanne's head, but she nodded along politely anyways. She'd never been particularly interested in natural history except when it pertained to how a particular monster was best hunted. In her eyes, creatures were creatures, and she didn't worry about where they came from or why they were there. Before she could ask about Coatl's views of a species' niche as an n-dimensional hypervolume, an old woman walked up to her. She smiled nervously as she recognized the wrinkled form of Grandma, formerly the Grand Vizier. The rumors surrounding the woman's powers and influence had been quite concerning, and as far as she knew they'd never been refuted. The fact that the woman knew her name was more than a little worrying, but she nodded along all the same.
"I'd be happy to help, ma'am," she said, taking the case and examining one of the little glass vials. "Are you looking for any sort of blood in particular, or anything we happen to find? I'll see what I can do."
She knew better than to ask this woman what she wanted the blood for. If the rumors were true, questioning the woman's "request" could very well lead to her own blood filling the vials and being used for whatever mysterious purposes she desired. Deciding that the captain likely didn't appreciate being yelled to, she made a mental note to walk over and made sure to put down the names of everyone in her group on the woman's little list as soon as she had a chance. Perhaps she'd be able to get a spare bow.
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Mar 26, 2021 20:44:04 GMT -5
The kobold child came to a screeching halt tripping over himself when he heard the call. After he unburied his face from the sand he stood up and scurried on over to the Captain. He stood straight with his tail wagging side to side. "My name is Scarvy! Ma'am!" His young voice chirped excitedly. Looking down over the lip of her clipboard, Naoki silently mouths the name as she writes it. “ Scarvy,” She hums. He sort of looks like a Scarvy. “Good to meet you, Scarvy,” she supposes. “And what are you going to do for the camp?”
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Scarvy little Courage
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Appearance: Scarvy is a small four foot red kobold. He’s fairly young, and still growing. Scarvy is about the full height he’ll grow to. He has amber eyes and scarlet scales. Scarvy is a strong kobold, able to lift stuff about twice his size.
Scarvy has two silver scales under his left eye. They appear to be attached to him permanently. He also has two big horns protruding from his head.
Equipment: Scarvy is nicely dressed in a green hood and cape. He has a dark blue vest with a grey wool shirt underneath. He has brown wool pants that are tightened right below his knees. His lower legs are wrapped in cloth. Probably acting as temporary shoes. Scarvy carries a short sword, but for him it’s about the size of a bastard sword, and a dagger. He’s very experienced in making traps and will often make traps to hunt his food.
Skills and Abilities: Scarvy is a skilled trapmaker and was taught to be a swordsman by his dragonborn father named ‘Darg’. He prefers to use his sword and dagger in a fight, rather than any trap. Scarvy's body language is perhaps the most telling thing when he communicates.
Biography: Scarvy is a young kobold around the age of seven. By his own words he is an orphan as his father was killed in the 'other place' wherever that was. He doesn't know where or even how he ended up here, but he wants to be like his father and be a strong warrior.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:17:02 GMT -5
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Post by Scarvy little Courage on Mar 26, 2021 21:02:34 GMT -5
Looking down over the lip of her clipboard, Naoki silently mouths the name as she writes it. “ Scarvy,” She hums. He sort of looks like a Scarvy. “Good to meet you, Scarvy,” she supposes. “And what are you going to do for the camp?” "Well... my father once taught me how to make traps when we travelled from place to place, so I got really good at making traps with sticks and other materials I can gather. I can gather food!" The kobold says happily. He pauses, his tail slowing its wag. The kobold tilts his head and says, "Should I be doing something else?"
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Wah Doobie
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Roleplay posts: 17
Age: Adolescent
Appearance: He's a Kobold with brown scales and seems like a girl with how he acts and dresses.
Equipment: Wah carries with him a mixed bag of various stones he has collected in his life from before the flood.
Skills and Abilities: Wah has great power within him and can control rock and earth in various ways. His first major feat came when he was a younger child and his powers manifested for the first time and he created a landslide that carried him miles away from his home.
Biography: Wah Doobie is a young Kobold who lives with his father and sister, they used to have another brother but he left home years ago and they haven't seen each other since.
For a while, Wah has been training with Ralf Valgard but Skarlet has come to bring him back to New Isra and recruit him for her plans.
Wah must now learn to use his powers in ways that he has never tried before.
Allegiances: Doobie Family, Dux Skarlet
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 15:41:20 GMT -5
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Post by Wah Doobie on Mar 26, 2021 22:21:25 GMT -5
"Cute!" Wah finds a colorful heart shaped rock and saves it in his bag. He hears Naoki call for a Kobold and heads over to her to see she was referring to another Kobold. He still introduced himself.
"Hiya Ma'am Captain! Hiya Scarvy. I'm Wah Doobie, the 2nd son of Doobie du Shoobie of the Heroes Guild. My Father suggested I come help in some way."
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Mar 26, 2021 23:05:31 GMT -5
Naoki shakes her head. “No, no, that’s good. We need food. See if you can’t bring us back something tasty to eat, alright?” And she smiles a beatific smile at the young kobold, of the sort meant to embolden and inspire. She hopes Scarvy will do well on the hunt, such as it is. (She’s feeling peckish.)
Then another Kobold rolls up. “Wah Doobie,” and Naoki writes this down as well. “I think I’ve heard of your father, good to have you along. What will you be doing?”
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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 26, 2021 23:23:07 GMT -5
Chance rowed. It was tiring, but the ache was familiar. At least now he worked on his own accord rather than being chained to the man next to him. He had volunteered to row one of the skiffs ashore, longing for true freedom. Something within knew that a real life could be found here. Cold ocean spray, unseen salt in the air and on the tongue, seagulls trilling and diving all around, these things quickened his pulse and sparked feelings that Chance didn’t remember ever feeling before and couldn’t express despite their seeming familiarity.
A shiver crept up his spine when he stepped into the shallows. It was not the cold water, but rather the sensation of his feet sinking into the sand. Hauling the skiff ashore he felt an odd sense of familiarity. The deja vu only deepened as the overwhelming natural beauty of this land began to take its effect. He was surprised to find himself laughing, although tears streaked down his cheeks.
As work orders were dispatched Chance yearned to join the hunting party, though he did not know why. For some reason he craved a chance to feel the snap of a bow string as it slipped from his fingers sending an arrow on its deadly trajectory. But he had no bow, knew nothing of hunting, and that group was too crowded for his liking anyways. Unwittingly, he shot daggers at the hunting party with his stare.
Instead he joined the young pink haired woman who would lead the exploration of this new land. It would do him good to leave civilization and its inhabitants behind. All he could remember was being imprisoned, alone at sea, and then imprisoned once more aboard the aptly named depravity. The wilderness called to him and he did not think he would ever come back if he had the choice. Better to walk away free and never look back.
He unassertively introduced himself to Rune, saying he would offer whatever help he could, then waited silently. His fingers outlined the scratchings on a piece of wood in his pocket, his one and only possession. The words inscribed upon it were the only remains of a life he had forgotten. He thought about chucking the thing into the ocean. Would it make any difference though? He wouldn’t forget the words that he had scratched upon it. Not anymore.
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Grandma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: Appears to be in her 80's
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Appearance: An elderly woman with a wiry frame who most notably possesses unnatural height, standing at well over seven feet tall even when hunched over her cane. Her hair is grayish-white and normally done up in a bun and her eyes are also gray in color. Her skin is very pale and has an almost grayish hue to it. Her nails are long, black, and sharpened at the tip.
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Equipment: She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others' spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish-colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for communication with others who own similar bracelets.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled at knitting!
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Biography: While the details of Grandma's past are shrouded in mystery, since first meeting Naoki she has served essentially one role, that of advisor. While her titles have varied as Naoki moved up the social ladder of Isra, her continued support, and assistance she offered to Naoki have never wavered.
Even following the destruction of Isra, Grandma continues to follow and offer guidance to Lady Naoki as they attempt to rebuild from the wreckage.
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Allegiances: Naoki
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 19:51:53 GMT -5
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Post by Grandma on Mar 27, 2021 1:59:11 GMT -5
“You have my utmost gratitude, Lady Roxanne. Indeed, I am in your debt! If you ever need help with something just let me know.” Grandma’s smile somehow widened as she spoke and she reached out to pat Roxanne’s arm with one of her shriveled hands.
“As for what type of blood I’m looking for…” Grandma stroked her chin in thought before continuing. “Well, nothing in particular really, I’d just ask you don’t go combining any blood together. Wouldn’t want to end up with a mix of rabbits and wolfs blood after all! And if you could mark the tops of the vials to let me know what blood each of them contains, that would be just lovely.”
Reaching into her robe once more, Grandma proffered a small scalpel towards Roxanne. Handle first, of course.
“I think this should do well for marking the vial's corks. Could even use it to help get the blood flowing I suppose.”
Her final words were accompanied by a slightly ominous grin as she turned around and began to hobble off towards the shoreline.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 76
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:33:09 GMT -5
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Mar 27, 2021 2:31:21 GMT -5
Roxanne gave the woman a hesitant nod, taking the scalpel gingerly between thumb and forefinger and tucking the sharp blade carefully into her coat. The old woman's touch made her skin crawl for reasons she couldn't articulate, but she didn't draw away. From what she knew, this old lady was not the sort of person to offend. Besides, having such a powerful person owing her a favor was probably a good thing. She wasn't sure what (if anything) she would ever ask of such a person, but it Grandma seemed like a good sort of friend to have.
"I'll be sure to get it done, ma'am," she said. "Any sort of creature we can find, I'll make sure you get its blood."
She let out a sigh of relief as Grandma walked away, eyeing the case dubiously before tucking it away securely into an interior pocket. Somewhat relieved that the former Grand Vizier had left, she went off to speak to the captain. Seeing that Naoki was speaking to a couple of strange lizard creatures, she waited impatiently for a moment of the woman's time.
"Excuse me, captain," she said, once the lizards were finished. "My group will be going off in search of some game to hunt. I'm Roxanne Fletcher, and I'll be going with Katiana Graves, Coatl of the Imilia, and Shiv...uh, Shivana or something to that effect. Er...you don't happen to have any extra bows on hand, would you? I'm rather adept, and I'd imagine it would be somewhat difficult to run around and stick animals with my sword."
She gave the woman a stiff, polite smile. Roxanne had never actually spoken to the captain before, but she was certain that the woman knew her family. Everyone who was anyone seemed to know her family...at least, they did before. Now the family everyone knew had vanished beneath the waves, leaving her alone. It was a difficult thought to shake, no matter how hard she tried to ignore it.
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Wah Doobie
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Roleplay posts: 17
Age: Adolescent
Appearance: He's a Kobold with brown scales and seems like a girl with how he acts and dresses.
Equipment: Wah carries with him a mixed bag of various stones he has collected in his life from before the flood.
Skills and Abilities: Wah has great power within him and can control rock and earth in various ways. His first major feat came when he was a younger child and his powers manifested for the first time and he created a landslide that carried him miles away from his home.
Biography: Wah Doobie is a young Kobold who lives with his father and sister, they used to have another brother but he left home years ago and they haven't seen each other since.
For a while, Wah has been training with Ralf Valgard but Skarlet has come to bring him back to New Isra and recruit him for her plans.
Wah must now learn to use his powers in ways that he has never tried before.
Allegiances: Doobie Family, Dux Skarlet
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 15:41:20 GMT -5
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Post by Wah Doobie on Mar 27, 2021 13:19:40 GMT -5
Naoki shakes her head. “No, no, that’s good. We need food. See if you can’t bring us back something tasty to eat, alright?” And she smiles a beatific smile at the young kobold, of the sort meant to embolden and inspire. She hopes Scarvy will do well on the hunt, such as it is. (She’s feeling peckish.) Then another Kobold rolls up. “Wah Doobie,” and Naoki writes this down as well. “I think I’ve heard of your father, good to have you along. What will you be doing?” "Yeah, I dunno... I'm not super experienced, but my Dad thinks I'm ready to venture out. Actually, now that we've arrived on land, I can feel my power increasing." Wah almost tried to move the ground beneath him, but he realized that might not be a good idea to try. He is not sure how powerful his abilities might be right now since he hasn't been able to use them yet, he could hurt people. "Sorry, I guess I could tell you some of the stuff I can do. My ability is based on rock, I can move it and stuff, make it float, y'know... I actually caused a landslide when I was a kid, it broke our house and I ended up miles away. I don't know if I can use my power in a helpful way here, maybe I should go explore?" Wah looked to Naoki to tell him what he should do.
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Scarvy little Courage
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Appearance: Scarvy is a small four foot red kobold. He’s fairly young, and still growing. Scarvy is about the full height he’ll grow to. He has amber eyes and scarlet scales. Scarvy is a strong kobold, able to lift stuff about twice his size.
Scarvy has two silver scales under his left eye. They appear to be attached to him permanently. He also has two big horns protruding from his head.
Equipment: Scarvy is nicely dressed in a green hood and cape. He has a dark blue vest with a grey wool shirt underneath. He has brown wool pants that are tightened right below his knees. His lower legs are wrapped in cloth. Probably acting as temporary shoes. Scarvy carries a short sword, but for him it’s about the size of a bastard sword, and a dagger. He’s very experienced in making traps and will often make traps to hunt his food.
Skills and Abilities: Scarvy is a skilled trapmaker and was taught to be a swordsman by his dragonborn father named ‘Darg’. He prefers to use his sword and dagger in a fight, rather than any trap. Scarvy's body language is perhaps the most telling thing when he communicates.
Biography: Scarvy is a young kobold around the age of seven. By his own words he is an orphan as his father was killed in the 'other place' wherever that was. He doesn't know where or even how he ended up here, but he wants to be like his father and be a strong warrior.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:17:02 GMT -5
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Post by Scarvy little Courage on Mar 27, 2021 20:44:28 GMT -5
Naoki shakes her head. “No, no, that’s good. We need food. See if you can’t bring us back something tasty to eat, alright?” And she smiles a beatific smile at the young kobold, of the sort meant to embolden and inspire. She hopes Scarvy will do well on the hunt, such as it is. (She’s feeling peckish.) Scarvy inhales sharply, his tail beginning to wag faster. He smiles and excitedly says, "Yes! Yes ma'am!" With that the kobold runs back to the tree line.
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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 23:01:58 GMT -5
Chance rowed. It was tiring, but the ache was familiar. At least now he worked on his own accord rather than being chained to the man next to him. He had volunteered to row one of the skiffs ashore, longing for true freedom. Something within knew that a real life could be found here. Cold ocean spray, unseen salt in the air and on the tongue, seagulls trilling and diving all around, these things quickened his pulse and sparked feelings that Chance didn’t remember ever feeling before and couldn’t express despite their seeming familiarity. A shiver crept up his spine when he stepped into the shallows. It was not the cold water, but rather the sensation of his feet sinking into the sand. Hauling the skiff ashore he felt an odd sense of familiarity. The deja vu only deepened as the overwhelming natural beauty of this land began to take its effect. He was surprised to find himself laughing, although tears streaked down his cheeks. As work orders were dispatched Chance yearned to join the hunting party, though he did not know why. For some reason he craved a chance to feel the snap of a bow string as it slipped from his fingers sending an arrow on its deadly trajectory. But he had no bow, knew nothing of hunting, and that group was too crowded for his liking anyways. Unwittingly, he shot daggers at the hunting party with his stare. Instead he joined the young pink haired woman who would lead the exploration of this new land. It would do him good to leave civilization and its inhabitants behind. All he could remember was being imprisoned, alone at sea, and then imprisoned once more aboard the aptly named depravity. The wilderness called to him and he did not think he would ever come back if he had the choice. Better to walk away free and never look back. He unassertively introduced himself to Rune, saying he would offer whatever help he could, then waited silently. His fingers outlined the scratchings on a piece of wood in his pocket, his one and only possession. The words inscribed upon it were the only remains of a life he had forgotten. He thought about chucking the thing into the ocean. Would it make any difference though? He wouldn’t forget the words that he had scratched upon it. Not anymore. Rune turned around as Chance approached, raising an inquistive brow as the man approached. Rune had heard his approach several moments before, his hearing seemingly too keen to allow Chance to approach unnoticed. Rune nodded at Chance's introduction, smiling lightly as he noted the feminine pronouns, though he mentioned none of it for now. "A pleasure to meet you Chance, as it would seem, you've already been chosen to help me on a certain task it seems. Tomorrow, at first light you are to report to the Silverion near the mouth of the Argentium River." Rune's eyes widened a bit as he remembered a small omission, "Ah! And I am Rune Naimon the Fourth, I will be your commanding officer on the First Expedition. But... besides that I command you rest for now, you will need all the energy you can muster for the journey ahead tomorrow. Now... if you'll excuse me I have to go," Rune said, before hurrying off. There was still much to do after all, with Naoki ordering the expedition set off first light tomorrow he would have a busy night ahead of him ensuring everything was ready.
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Coatl of the Imilla
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Appearance: Skin just a skosh darker than an old clay pot. The shade of his hat occludes black, sun-beaten eyes, wavy, matted hair, and just enough beard to protect his chin. His hands are coarse and leathery, with wiry tendons. His height isn't quite imposing, it's but enough to lend credence to a purposeful stride and posture.
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Equipment: An old duster, scarf, and cotton shirt and slacks. A thin brigandine with copper plates and a military-grade pitchfork.
A single candle, a reagent of now forbidden degrees of power.
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Skills and Abilities: On his home turf, Coatl could manifest formidable elemental magic. Here the magic is suppressed down to more subtle manipulations. However, the spirit of Cuaté, the "Witch", is still with him.
Coatl is, at his core, a simple farmhand. His experience working on ranches and plantations has earned him a strong physique and a way with animals. When he was a teenager, he also spent some time as a city guard and militiaman, giving him basic competence with a variety of weapons.
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Biography: The Imilla Clan were migrant farmers and laborers, selling themselves to wealthier kingdoms. They were a people bound by working shanties, and stories of an Eden from whence their ancestors came. As a youth, Coatl felt they were naive. They possessed the most basic of martial skills and required the aid of capricious spirits with weak magic to protect them.
His suspicions were half true, for when they encountered a malevolent kingdom, they were very nearly enslaved. However, his parent's commitment to peace earned him, and him in particular, the loyalty of an ancestral spirit that was far more dependable.
Using the power of this spirit, Coatl and a few other "chosen ones" helped bring prosperity and safety to their clan, ensuring that no one else would try to enslave them. The golden years of their people came to an abrupt end, however, when the flood waters came...
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 23:42:08 GMT -5
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Post by Coatl of the Imilla on Mar 27, 2021 23:02:35 GMT -5
As Grandma excused herself back to the ocean, a lightning-quick impression of a smirk would appear in her mind, playful feminine lips from a bygone era, a thin wave of solidarity.
Whatever it was, it came from the hunter's party, and it was friendly.
But it would seem obvious it didn't wanna make itself known.
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