Hrukka
Committed
Roleplay posts: 79
Age: 34 years
Appearance: Large, burly and green. Nearly 7 feet tall. Wears ragged underclothes and large plate armor painted yellow. His inner self is only 7 inches tall.
Equipment: Heavy plated armor. Small bag of "snacks". Battle axe and near claymore-length sword he wields one-handed. Pocket knife (or rather, a dagger by a human's point of view) he uses for carving wood. Small wooden charm on a necklace his "Mudda" gave him.
Skills and Abilities: Skilled woodcarver and carpenter. Extremely strong for his size, as well as a high pain tolerance. (After all, his main body is fungi, with limited pain receptors.) The ability to regrow limbs of his large body after eating some of his "snacks".
Biography: A fairly simple git,(His words, not mine) Hrukka spent most of his life in his village in the outskirts of the town of..... "Grrharglakka". At the age of 21, he set out to seek his fortune, working as a combat engineer of a local warlord. He went home years later to see his ailing mother, only to find his village burned down by the very warlord he was working with. After he "krumped" the warlord, he built a rough ship, and sailed off to find his future.
Registered: Apr 8, 2021 12:29:02 GMT -5
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Post by Hrukka on Apr 8, 2021 21:00:15 GMT -5
The lass would gasp at the sound and nearly drop her basket. She moved toward that sound and then saw the humanoid at work. "Hello?" she called out. He wasn't the first to show up where he was, and he wouldn't likely be the last. "Wot?" The large fellow said, looking up from his work. He took a moment to lay his mallet down and wipe his brow. He gave a slight smile at her. Reminded him of his younger sister. Right pretty she was. "Whadda need lass? I've not got a lot of dayloight 'ere"
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Usque
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Biography: This is the NPC account for the people of the Usque
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Place of Residence: Trinity Island and Sindarin
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 9:55:43 GMT -5
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Post by Usque on Apr 8, 2021 21:38:27 GMT -5
The lass would gasp at the sound and nearly drop her basket. She moved toward that sound and then saw the humanoid at work. "Hello?" she called out. He wasn't the first to show up where he was, and he wouldn't likely be the last. "Wot?" The large fellow said, looking up from his work. He took a moment to lay his mallet down and wipe his brow. He gave a slight smile at her. Reminded him of his younger sister. Right pretty she was. "Whadda need lass? I've not got a lot of dayloight 'ere"
She looked at the man with big eyes and then didn't say anything at first because she was startled by his size. She backed away and squeaked out, "Sorry."
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Hrukka
Committed
Roleplay posts: 79
Age: 34 years
Appearance: Large, burly and green. Nearly 7 feet tall. Wears ragged underclothes and large plate armor painted yellow. His inner self is only 7 inches tall.
Equipment: Heavy plated armor. Small bag of "snacks". Battle axe and near claymore-length sword he wields one-handed. Pocket knife (or rather, a dagger by a human's point of view) he uses for carving wood. Small wooden charm on a necklace his "Mudda" gave him.
Skills and Abilities: Skilled woodcarver and carpenter. Extremely strong for his size, as well as a high pain tolerance. (After all, his main body is fungi, with limited pain receptors.) The ability to regrow limbs of his large body after eating some of his "snacks".
Biography: A fairly simple git,(His words, not mine) Hrukka spent most of his life in his village in the outskirts of the town of..... "Grrharglakka". At the age of 21, he set out to seek his fortune, working as a combat engineer of a local warlord. He went home years later to see his ailing mother, only to find his village burned down by the very warlord he was working with. After he "krumped" the warlord, he built a rough ship, and sailed off to find his future.
Registered: Apr 8, 2021 12:29:02 GMT -5
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Post by Hrukka on Apr 9, 2021 8:35:55 GMT -5
"Wot?" The large fellow said, looking up from his work. He took a moment to lay his mallet down and wipe his brow. He gave a slight smile at her. Reminded him of his younger sister. Right pretty she was. "Whadda need lass? I've not got a lot of dayloight 'ere"
She looked at the man with big eyes and then didn't say anything at first because she was startled by his size. She backed away and squeaked out, "Sorry."
"Whaddya sorry for lass?" Hrukka asked, his face softening, "You 'rn't hurting nothing."
He then took off his jaw plate obscuring his mouth so she could see his face better.
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Usque
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Biography: This is the NPC account for the people of the Usque
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Place of Residence: Trinity Island and Sindarin
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 9:55:43 GMT -5
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Post by Usque on Apr 9, 2021 9:51:54 GMT -5
"I didn't know anyone was here," she mumbled. "I was just on my way to fish." she nodded toward the direction of the beach. "My people are not far from here."
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Hrukka
Committed
Roleplay posts: 79
Age: 34 years
Appearance: Large, burly and green. Nearly 7 feet tall. Wears ragged underclothes and large plate armor painted yellow. His inner self is only 7 inches tall.
Equipment: Heavy plated armor. Small bag of "snacks". Battle axe and near claymore-length sword he wields one-handed. Pocket knife (or rather, a dagger by a human's point of view) he uses for carving wood. Small wooden charm on a necklace his "Mudda" gave him.
Skills and Abilities: Skilled woodcarver and carpenter. Extremely strong for his size, as well as a high pain tolerance. (After all, his main body is fungi, with limited pain receptors.) The ability to regrow limbs of his large body after eating some of his "snacks".
Biography: A fairly simple git,(His words, not mine) Hrukka spent most of his life in his village in the outskirts of the town of..... "Grrharglakka". At the age of 21, he set out to seek his fortune, working as a combat engineer of a local warlord. He went home years later to see his ailing mother, only to find his village burned down by the very warlord he was working with. After he "krumped" the warlord, he built a rough ship, and sailed off to find his future.
Registered: Apr 8, 2021 12:29:02 GMT -5
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Post by Hrukka on Apr 9, 2021 10:23:44 GMT -5
"I didn't know anyone was here," she mumbled. "I was just on my way to fish." she nodded toward the direction of the beach. "My people are not far from here." He nodded with a smile. "Aye, That's perfectly alroight lass. I'll not stop ye." he told her. Poor thing, sounded terrified. "Have yer people got a town of some soarts? Moight need to stop by for something better than these pegs. Not much of a metalwoarker meself."
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Usque
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Biography: This is the NPC account for the people of the Usque
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Place of Residence: Trinity Island and Sindarin
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 9:55:43 GMT -5
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Post by Usque on Apr 9, 2021 12:02:51 GMT -5
"No, but there is a blacksmith that made it out of the Mist... We've only just arrived yesterday morning. They are still seeking out a place to camp." She nodded.
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Düen Mossbeard
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: Old enough.
Appearance: Short, bearded, and tired of your shit.
Equipment: Like I'd tell ya.
Skills and Abilities: I'm a ranger and I'm a dwarf. If ya can figure out what I'm good at that's yer own damn fault.
Biography: Mind yer own business.
Allegiances: I don't mind them Usque folk.
Place of Residence: My Cave
Registered: Mar 27, 2021 10:36:02 GMT -5
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Post by Düen Mossbeard on Apr 9, 2021 12:18:12 GMT -5
She sighed, shaking her head. She would staunch the bleeding again, and decided to fix the stitch. Then she found a tree to lean against, close enough to the fire to stay warm but not close enough for it to catch fire. She wrapped her tattered cloak about her as best as she could and leaned back against the tree, head bowing forward. She soon fell into a deep sleep along with the others. By the time morning came Düen had already left his camp by the river. Too much noise, too many people, it was all a bit much for the solitary dwarf. Still, he was glad that he'd wound up in the same place as the other people of the Usque even if he would never say it aloud. They were, for better or worse, his people. In this new land he would help them as best he could but as he always did, he would do it under his own terms. Which meant he would find his own place far removed from others were he could be found if needed or return to civilization when they finally got some proper ale brewing.
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Hrukka
Committed
Roleplay posts: 79
Age: 34 years
Appearance: Large, burly and green. Nearly 7 feet tall. Wears ragged underclothes and large plate armor painted yellow. His inner self is only 7 inches tall.
Equipment: Heavy plated armor. Small bag of "snacks". Battle axe and near claymore-length sword he wields one-handed. Pocket knife (or rather, a dagger by a human's point of view) he uses for carving wood. Small wooden charm on a necklace his "Mudda" gave him.
Skills and Abilities: Skilled woodcarver and carpenter. Extremely strong for his size, as well as a high pain tolerance. (After all, his main body is fungi, with limited pain receptors.) The ability to regrow limbs of his large body after eating some of his "snacks".
Biography: A fairly simple git,(His words, not mine) Hrukka spent most of his life in his village in the outskirts of the town of..... "Grrharglakka". At the age of 21, he set out to seek his fortune, working as a combat engineer of a local warlord. He went home years later to see his ailing mother, only to find his village burned down by the very warlord he was working with. After he "krumped" the warlord, he built a rough ship, and sailed off to find his future.
Registered: Apr 8, 2021 12:29:02 GMT -5
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Post by Hrukka on Apr 9, 2021 12:30:51 GMT -5
"No, but there is a blacksmith that made it out of the Mist... We've only just arrived yesterday morning. They are still seeking out a place to camp." She nodded. "You lot haven't even settled down? " Hrukka asked incredulously, "Well, if you lot are looking for a spot, the ground right here is the right sort for building."
Perhaps they needed a carpenter? It's be right zoggin nice to live near others again.
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Usque
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Biography: This is the NPC account for the people of the Usque
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Place of Residence: Trinity Island and Sindarin
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 9:55:43 GMT -5
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Post by Usque on Apr 9, 2021 14:07:10 GMT -5
"We are putting up tents in the forest with whatever we have left of our belongings... Perhaps you could join us." She nodded, "That way, you won't be alone. All are welcome so long as they don't pose any danger."
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Hrukka
Committed
Roleplay posts: 79
Age: 34 years
Appearance: Large, burly and green. Nearly 7 feet tall. Wears ragged underclothes and large plate armor painted yellow. His inner self is only 7 inches tall.
Equipment: Heavy plated armor. Small bag of "snacks". Battle axe and near claymore-length sword he wields one-handed. Pocket knife (or rather, a dagger by a human's point of view) he uses for carving wood. Small wooden charm on a necklace his "Mudda" gave him.
Skills and Abilities: Skilled woodcarver and carpenter. Extremely strong for his size, as well as a high pain tolerance. (After all, his main body is fungi, with limited pain receptors.) The ability to regrow limbs of his large body after eating some of his "snacks".
Biography: A fairly simple git,(His words, not mine) Hrukka spent most of his life in his village in the outskirts of the town of..... "Grrharglakka". At the age of 21, he set out to seek his fortune, working as a combat engineer of a local warlord. He went home years later to see his ailing mother, only to find his village burned down by the very warlord he was working with. After he "krumped" the warlord, he built a rough ship, and sailed off to find his future.
Registered: Apr 8, 2021 12:29:02 GMT -5
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Post by Hrukka on Apr 9, 2021 14:32:36 GMT -5
"We are putting up tents in the forest with whatever we have left of our belongings... Perhaps you could join us." She nodded, "That way, you won't be alone. All are welcome so long as they don't pose any danger." "lass, I pose a danger, why, I could break ye in half" He explained, standing up to his full height. "However, that don't mean I will." He hopped off from the platform he had been building. He towered over the girl, at least a head taller.
He Grabbed his jaw plate, and reattached it to his armor. He then picked up his mallet, and attached it to his waist, next to his axe and sword.
"alroight then, I'll come with ye to see your little group, and see if i'd like to join ye."
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Usque
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Biography: This is the NPC account for the people of the Usque
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Place of Residence: Trinity Island and Sindarin
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 9:55:43 GMT -5
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Post by Usque on Apr 9, 2021 14:55:37 GMT -5
She gave a bright smile and said, "It would be good to have another male around. There are mostly the remnants of our warriors, women. About 20 or so in people in our group." She led him off then.
She didn't seem all that frightened by the big guy. In fact, she was happy to see other people to be quite frank.
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Hrukka
Committed
Roleplay posts: 79
Age: 34 years
Appearance: Large, burly and green. Nearly 7 feet tall. Wears ragged underclothes and large plate armor painted yellow. His inner self is only 7 inches tall.
Equipment: Heavy plated armor. Small bag of "snacks". Battle axe and near claymore-length sword he wields one-handed. Pocket knife (or rather, a dagger by a human's point of view) he uses for carving wood. Small wooden charm on a necklace his "Mudda" gave him.
Skills and Abilities: Skilled woodcarver and carpenter. Extremely strong for his size, as well as a high pain tolerance. (After all, his main body is fungi, with limited pain receptors.) The ability to regrow limbs of his large body after eating some of his "snacks".
Biography: A fairly simple git,(His words, not mine) Hrukka spent most of his life in his village in the outskirts of the town of..... "Grrharglakka". At the age of 21, he set out to seek his fortune, working as a combat engineer of a local warlord. He went home years later to see his ailing mother, only to find his village burned down by the very warlord he was working with. After he "krumped" the warlord, he built a rough ship, and sailed off to find his future.
Registered: Apr 8, 2021 12:29:02 GMT -5
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Post by Hrukka on Apr 9, 2021 15:13:04 GMT -5
She gave a bright smile and said, "It would be good to have another male around. There are mostly the remnants of our warriors, women. About 20 or so in people in our group." She led him off then. She didn't seem all that frightened by the big guy. In fact, she was happy to see other people to be quite frank. "And right fierce I bet they are too." he responded with a chuckle. "I've never been much of a warrior myself. A military engineer I was. Built machines of war, catapults and the like. Occasionally built camps as well."
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Usque
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Biography: This is the NPC account for the people of the Usque
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Place of Residence: Trinity Island and Sindarin
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 9:55:43 GMT -5
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Post by Usque on Apr 9, 2021 15:30:11 GMT -5
"We are in need of all the help we can get," she said as she led him toward camp.
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Azaran the Wanderer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 100
Age: Early 30s
Appearance: (Drawing commissioned, done by Griffith)
Azaran is roughly 5'7", with a muscular, athletic build. He has black hair, cut short to his head, along with a pair of purple eyes. His hair is usually hidden by his armored helmet, however, one with a star-esque face opening and black markings along the top of the head. He wears a purple sleeved shirt underneath a steel cuirass, with pauldrons going out over the shoulders. He wears tanned pants, as well as a pair of armored greaves.
Equipment: As well as his armor, Azaran carries with him few supplies, mainly a waterskin and a small pouch for some food and general supplies as he travels. To protect himself, however, he carries a basic heater shield and what seems to be a hook made out of black metal, sharpened to a short blade at the far end with sharp points on both ends, and a rounded point design on the back. Although it seems unassuming, it can also materialize what seems to be a translucent purple rope-like structure wrapping around the uppermost part of the hook, and extending out any length up to 20ft or so, with a barbed hook at the end. The rope seems extremely hard to break, and the hook seems to be sharp as a blade.
Skills and Abilities: Despite his hesitance to use it, Azaran is very skilled at fighting, and due to the copious amount of time he spends out in the wilderness he is an excellent survivalist, knowing how to spend weeks at a time on his own on travels between civilizations.
Biography: Growing up, Azaran Ðyáhmo lived in the lap of luxury, sheltered from the harsh realities of the rest of his people in the archipelago. His parents, Duke and Duchess of the region, kept him away from seeing that. However, as time went on, his curiosity got the better of him. One night, while his family was sleeping, he snuck out of the palace, to see the world outside. To his dismay, the people were struggling. His parents focused more on their party lives that the lives of the people they were supposed to serve. Disease ran rampant, people were starving in the streets, and bandits robbed in broad daylight. When he returned to his home in the early hours in the morning, he vowed to make his world a better place, one person at a time. He forsook his parents' name, and stole their most precious heirloom, the God Hook Déshimoh, whisking it away in the dead of night to wander the countryside, never staying in one place long, passing along the good fortunes of comradery to his people. Even after the flood destroyed everything, though, he didn't give up, and he plans to spread the same word around this world as well.
Registered: Apr 13, 2021 17:52:55 GMT -5
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Post by Azaran the Wanderer on Apr 14, 2021 11:23:44 GMT -5
Having finally reached the shore, Azaran pulled his rowboat up onto the shore, to where the tide wouldn't be able to steal it away, in case he needed to sail once more. He stretches, having spent much too long inside the cramped boat, and having spent too long without standing. After walking around some to regain his bearings, he reaches into his boat to retrieve his supplies. He straps his waterskin and his pouch to his waist, before affixing his shield and his strange, hook-like instrument to his back. "Alright." He says, speaking to no one in particular. "Let's see what this place is all about."
A little ways off to his side, he sees a source of freshwater. Perhaps it was a stream? No matter what shape the water took, it was likely to be drinkable all the same. Azaran walked up to the water and began to fill his waterskin and drink his fill before he headed off. As he drank, though, he thought he spotted something on the other side of the stream. Were those...other boats?
Azaran crosses the stream and heads over to inspect them. Indeed, they were boats, three of them or so. It appeared he wasn't the first or only one here after all. He breathes a sigh of relief at that. He heads back to the stream, trying to think what way these others may have gone, so he could meet up with them. He decides that the most logical way would be to follow the stream to its source, seeing as how then, any settlement would have an easy supply of fresh water. And so, he does that very thing, following the stream inland, hoping to find whatever kind of civilization was made before he arrived.
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jun 4, 2021 11:39:51 GMT -5
The rowboat drifted closer to the isle, or rather isles. Saela lied on the wet wooden surface facing the skies. As she woke the first things that came to her consciousness was her blurry vision and the churning pain inside her skull. She pushed against the wooden surface of the rowboat and hefted herself upwards. Her body leaning dizzily to all sides in a pendulum-like motion. Her hearing then came back and the swirling noises of the creaking wood and clapping waves filled her ears. The disorientation made her stomach twist and turn, as the disgusting hot feeling tickled her throat. Saela leaned her head over the boat and threw up her breakfast into the water. She coughed before leaning to the other side to wash he face with the salty water.
Saela began to come to her senses, as the salt stun the small abrasions on her forehead. She panicked, almost moving in a sudden jerk before she halted herself. Any rushed and careless movement like that could flip the rowboat over. She hesitated and took the position of one of the seats. After grabbing the only remaining row, she began rowing slowly towards land. Tears filled her eyes and blurred her vision, soon trailing down her cheeks to her chin. She looked at her white dress shirt and felt only disappointed when she saw it soaked and clung to her form. She was thankful for her black vest, and would stop her rowing to carefully wipe off any dirt she found on her clothes. To her surprise, she noted that her bag was still there and intact, its surface damp but the leather kept the items inside still dry. Unfortunately the leather might rot if it was left like this. The thought was abhorrent to her mind, but she supposed if she found her father she could simply buy another bag to replace it. The thought of shopping brought her a sense of ease that she otherwise didn't have, and she found herself imagining all the styles and colors of bags she could buy to replace this one.
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