Cilanthra
Established
no no no
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: Twenty-five
Appearance: Cilanthra is a muted green in color, with scales across the entirety of her body. Her under-scales are a light brown and go down to the tip of her tail. Her eyes are unknown as they cannot be observed, but it is known that her snakes have coal black eyes, one was able to be observed quite nicely when it was cut off. Most of the snakes are still trapped under the iron helmet praise the High One. Her fangs are quite large, but due to the helmet she is unable to properly utilize them.
The helmet is made of iron, and due to her nature as part fey it is quite effective to containment of her vile natures. It has a full visor that covers her eyes completely and is sealed to the face, the latter part that covers the lower jaw is iron lattice wiring that prevents her from opening her jaw completely and being able to lunge and bite anyone. Jarring motions will make the iron dig into her scales and flesh, therefore she will not make use of her head as a ram. The metal is enchanted with runes that will make every bit of damage taken cause the helmet to shrink and dig into the scales.
As a result of several instances of evasion and subordination the Medusa has had several instances of the iron mask shrinking upon impact, attempts to destroy, and rust damage. This was anticipated and the mask has only dug into scales and caused major amounts of chaffing.
Her clothing is rudimentary, and probably fashioned from dead goat's skin. It's fairly conservative in nature and covers everything adequately, but it's nothing to look at.
Equipment: Subject has a small locket, attempts to commandeer said locket were more trouble then they were worth, and just intended with pain taken from both sides. Cilanthra will take that damned thing to her grave.
Skills and Abilities: When contact is made with her two core eyes the target is slowly turned to stone over a course of five minutes. The process is only reversible if the process is not completed. The subjects skin is turned to stone first, following with the muscles, vital organs, and lastly the brain. Eyes are also last to turn, as they are required for the transfer to take place.
The snakes on her head that make up her "hair" are capable of stunning a victim if they make eye contact, but are incapable of doing lasting damage outside of psychological.
Her strength is sub par in her upper body, with the only real abilities lying in that of her tail, which is quite well adapted to crushing.
Her venom is paralyzing to most muscles and intense amounts will cause cardiac arrest. Victims can still talk however, at least in minor doses.
Biography: [Fully Redacted by the Gathering of the Great One]
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 17:52:16 GMT -5
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Post by Cilanthra on Apr 14, 2021 19:14:38 GMT -5
She heard the weapon lower and shivered with the knowledge that it had been pointed at her. The medusa looked down, her helmet glinting a little in the sun. She took a few deep breathes, "I-I, I'm not native," she stuttered curling tighter into a ball, "I swam here when everything...collapsed," she said even slower. The serpentine lass hissed in stress, "I also...can't see. Your kind placed this iron curse on me. It would be the blind leading the not," she said shaking her head as she continued, "I have nothing to offer, and you have nothing to give..." she said crossing her arms. "Ah..." He said, voice sounding more intrigued than disappointed. But perhaps she could still be useful. Gazing at the creature curled up in a ball, Tyndall felt stirrings of pity. No doubt there was power here, shackled to an emotional mess who just wanted to be left alone...or so he thought. "My kind? You are from Lyrralium? Monster hunting was my job and I do not recall putting a helmet on anyone as a punishment. Seems cruel. Either be free or be dead. Anything in between would be unfair." He couldn't imagine being forced to live without sight of the sea. "You have plenty to offer I think. I am always on the lookout for people who can prove useful on a ship, and I imagine you would. Without sight you managed to hunt and track down prey, that is a very useful skill." She glanced in his direction, "You're an elf. I can tell by your smell, your accent, the way you're holding yourself. Elves are to blame for my situation, I don't know if it was of your group's doing or not. I can't see enough to know of this." The medusa looked down at the ground, "You want me to join you? I struggle to trust you," she paused, "But I have not been shot as you say...so...how much do you want me to join your crew? You willing to risk anything?" She said in a dull tone. |
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Tyndall of House Lyrr
Established
Roleplay posts: 38 
Appearance: Tyndall is a tanned, weathered sea elf with black hair and green eyes. He stands at 6'1" and 190lbs. He carries himself with the ease of one who has come to master all that he sets himself to, but there is a kindness deep in his eyes that only his closest friends have ever gotten a glimpse of.
Equipment: As befits his stature as a Royal of Lyrralium, Tyndall wears a very exquisite set of armor, studded leather with overlapping metal plates. A hand crossbow adorns one hip, while at the other is sheathed Eidolon, the Skybreaker. A blade whose monster-slaying deeds are second only to those of its owner. His ship is known as the Outcast, renamed by Tyndall when his family set him apart for not having the same sorcerous abilities as they.
Skills and Abilities: Tyndall is an adept bladeself, shooter, and ship captain. But above all else he is a consummate monster hunter. Exiled in all but name from participating in the usual Royal activities, he learned the art of monster and leviathan hunting from his former mentor. Dragons, krakens, vampires and more have all fallen to Tyndall and the ship(s) at his command.
Biography: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YJxwrOyIaNWCDpXdXVmO5dPpLlgn6cSe9cd3e_msfGs/edit
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:29:50 GMT -5
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Post by Tyndall of House Lyrr on Apr 19, 2021 18:07:51 GMT -5
She glanced in his direction, "You're an elf. I can tell by your smell, your accent, the way you're holding yourself. Elves are to blame for my situation, I don't know if it was of your group's doing or not. I can't see enough to know of this." The medusa looked down at the ground, "You want me to join you? I struggle to trust you," she paused, "But I have not been shot as you say...so...how much do you want me to join your crew? You willing to risk anything?" She said in a dull tone. "Is the helmet sealed on? We have limited ability to deal with such things aboard the Outcast. But given what we have seen of these isles...it's possible you're not even from the same world we are from." He took a single step forward. "Perhaps some introductions. I am Captain Tyndall, of the Royal House Lyrr, and commander of the Outcast. I do not require your trust to join my crew, merely your willingness to learn your way about the ship and follow orders. In exchange, you get paid, fed, share of the loot, and a relatively safe place to sleep. As for risk..." Tyndall paused, and smiled, "We're a monster hunting ship that are regularly dwarfed in size by our prey and stuck in an empty maze of isles surrounded by mist. Risk is something we can live with. You got enemies or something?" His hand gestured towards the mess of the bird's nest and its occupants. "Cause this...is no way to live." |
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Cilanthra
Established
no no no
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: Twenty-five
Appearance: Cilanthra is a muted green in color, with scales across the entirety of her body. Her under-scales are a light brown and go down to the tip of her tail. Her eyes are unknown as they cannot be observed, but it is known that her snakes have coal black eyes, one was able to be observed quite nicely when it was cut off. Most of the snakes are still trapped under the iron helmet praise the High One. Her fangs are quite large, but due to the helmet she is unable to properly utilize them.
The helmet is made of iron, and due to her nature as part fey it is quite effective to containment of her vile natures. It has a full visor that covers her eyes completely and is sealed to the face, the latter part that covers the lower jaw is iron lattice wiring that prevents her from opening her jaw completely and being able to lunge and bite anyone. Jarring motions will make the iron dig into her scales and flesh, therefore she will not make use of her head as a ram. The metal is enchanted with runes that will make every bit of damage taken cause the helmet to shrink and dig into the scales.
As a result of several instances of evasion and subordination the Medusa has had several instances of the iron mask shrinking upon impact, attempts to destroy, and rust damage. This was anticipated and the mask has only dug into scales and caused major amounts of chaffing.
Her clothing is rudimentary, and probably fashioned from dead goat's skin. It's fairly conservative in nature and covers everything adequately, but it's nothing to look at.
Equipment: Subject has a small locket, attempts to commandeer said locket were more trouble then they were worth, and just intended with pain taken from both sides. Cilanthra will take that damned thing to her grave.
Skills and Abilities: When contact is made with her two core eyes the target is slowly turned to stone over a course of five minutes. The process is only reversible if the process is not completed. The subjects skin is turned to stone first, following with the muscles, vital organs, and lastly the brain. Eyes are also last to turn, as they are required for the transfer to take place.
The snakes on her head that make up her "hair" are capable of stunning a victim if they make eye contact, but are incapable of doing lasting damage outside of psychological.
Her strength is sub par in her upper body, with the only real abilities lying in that of her tail, which is quite well adapted to crushing.
Her venom is paralyzing to most muscles and intense amounts will cause cardiac arrest. Victims can still talk however, at least in minor doses.
Biography: [Fully Redacted by the Gathering of the Great One]
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 17:52:16 GMT -5
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Post by Cilanthra on Apr 20, 2021 2:08:06 GMT -5
She glanced in his direction, "You're an elf. I can tell by your smell, your accent, the way you're holding yourself. Elves are to blame for my situation, I don't know if it was of your group's doing or not. I can't see enough to know of this." The medusa looked down at the ground, "You want me to join you? I struggle to trust you," she paused, "But I have not been shot as you say...so...how much do you want me to join your crew? You willing to risk anything?" She said in a dull tone. "Is the helmet sealed on? We have limited ability to deal with such things aboard the Outcast. But given what we have seen of these isles...it's possible you're not even from the same world we are from." He took a single step forward. "Perhaps some introductions. I am Captain Tyndall, of the Royal House Lyrr, and commander of the Outcast. I do not require your trust to join my crew, merely your willingness to learn your way about the ship and follow orders. In exchange, you get paid, fed, share of the loot, and a relatively safe place to sleep. As for risk..." Tyndall paused, and smiled, "We're a monster hunting ship that are regularly dwarfed in size by our prey and stuck in an empty maze of isles surrounded by mist. Risk is something we can live with. You got enemies or something?" His hand gestured towards the mess of the bird's nest and its occupants. "Cause this...is no way to live." "The helmet is sealed yes, and shrinks when one touches it violently," she said slowly extending out of her coils and moving forward in his direction. She slowly set the bird down, "I don't trust easy, but there's a simple way to gain my trust...at least most of it," She sighed and moved up to face him, "The thing I ask is that you reach in," she pointed one of her scaled fingers towards the small holes in her mask, "and simply prick one of my fangs," she said simply and calmly, "Trust me, and I'll trust you. I don't have a lot of insurance in any of this. Give me this and I'll be a lot less, on edge. I can't see, your company can. Therefore, I'm not very safe, especially since I'm a monster and you lot aren't," she said looking down, "Do you wish to take a risk elf?" |
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Tyndall of House Lyrr
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Appearance: Tyndall is a tanned, weathered sea elf with black hair and green eyes. He stands at 6'1" and 190lbs. He carries himself with the ease of one who has come to master all that he sets himself to, but there is a kindness deep in his eyes that only his closest friends have ever gotten a glimpse of.
Equipment: As befits his stature as a Royal of Lyrralium, Tyndall wears a very exquisite set of armor, studded leather with overlapping metal plates. A hand crossbow adorns one hip, while at the other is sheathed Eidolon, the Skybreaker. A blade whose monster-slaying deeds are second only to those of its owner. His ship is known as the Outcast, renamed by Tyndall when his family set him apart for not having the same sorcerous abilities as they.
Skills and Abilities: Tyndall is an adept bladeself, shooter, and ship captain. But above all else he is a consummate monster hunter. Exiled in all but name from participating in the usual Royal activities, he learned the art of monster and leviathan hunting from his former mentor. Dragons, krakens, vampires and more have all fallen to Tyndall and the ship(s) at his command.
Biography: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YJxwrOyIaNWCDpXdXVmO5dPpLlgn6cSe9cd3e_msfGs/edit
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:29:50 GMT -5
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Post by Tyndall of House Lyrr on Apr 25, 2021 21:16:11 GMT -5
"The helmet is sealed yes, and shrinks when one touches it violently," she said slowly extending out of her coils and moving forward in his direction. She slowly set the bird down, "I don't trust easy, but there's a simple way to gain my trust...at least most of it," She sighed and moved up to face him, "The thing I ask is that you reach in," she pointed one of her scaled fingers towards the small holes in her mask, "and simply prick one of my fangs," she said simply and calmly, "Trust me, and I'll trust you. I don't have a lot of insurance in any of this. Give me this and I'll be a lot less, on edge. I can't see, your company can. Therefore, I'm not very safe, especially since I'm a monster and you lot aren't," she said looking down, "Do you wish to take a risk elf?" "If it is a means to establish the trust between us, then yes, I shall take the risk," The Captain said without hesitation. Unsaid was that should Cilanthra prove to be false, Tyndall's crew would rather rapidly eliminate Cilanthra for her treachery. He took off his gauntlet and reached into her helmet, pricking his finger on one of her fangs. |
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Cilanthra
Established
no no no
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: Twenty-five
Appearance: Cilanthra is a muted green in color, with scales across the entirety of her body. Her under-scales are a light brown and go down to the tip of her tail. Her eyes are unknown as they cannot be observed, but it is known that her snakes have coal black eyes, one was able to be observed quite nicely when it was cut off. Most of the snakes are still trapped under the iron helmet praise the High One. Her fangs are quite large, but due to the helmet she is unable to properly utilize them.
The helmet is made of iron, and due to her nature as part fey it is quite effective to containment of her vile natures. It has a full visor that covers her eyes completely and is sealed to the face, the latter part that covers the lower jaw is iron lattice wiring that prevents her from opening her jaw completely and being able to lunge and bite anyone. Jarring motions will make the iron dig into her scales and flesh, therefore she will not make use of her head as a ram. The metal is enchanted with runes that will make every bit of damage taken cause the helmet to shrink and dig into the scales.
As a result of several instances of evasion and subordination the Medusa has had several instances of the iron mask shrinking upon impact, attempts to destroy, and rust damage. This was anticipated and the mask has only dug into scales and caused major amounts of chaffing.
Her clothing is rudimentary, and probably fashioned from dead goat's skin. It's fairly conservative in nature and covers everything adequately, but it's nothing to look at.
Equipment: Subject has a small locket, attempts to commandeer said locket were more trouble then they were worth, and just intended with pain taken from both sides. Cilanthra will take that damned thing to her grave.
Skills and Abilities: When contact is made with her two core eyes the target is slowly turned to stone over a course of five minutes. The process is only reversible if the process is not completed. The subjects skin is turned to stone first, following with the muscles, vital organs, and lastly the brain. Eyes are also last to turn, as they are required for the transfer to take place.
The snakes on her head that make up her "hair" are capable of stunning a victim if they make eye contact, but are incapable of doing lasting damage outside of psychological.
Her strength is sub par in her upper body, with the only real abilities lying in that of her tail, which is quite well adapted to crushing.
Her venom is paralyzing to most muscles and intense amounts will cause cardiac arrest. Victims can still talk however, at least in minor doses.
Biography: [Fully Redacted by the Gathering of the Great One]
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 17:52:16 GMT -5
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Post by Cilanthra on Apr 26, 2021 18:09:48 GMT -5
"The helmet is sealed yes, and shrinks when one touches it violently," she said slowly extending out of her coils and moving forward in his direction. She slowly set the bird down, "I don't trust easy, but there's a simple way to gain my trust...at least most of it," She sighed and moved up to face him, "The thing I ask is that you reach in," she pointed one of her scaled fingers towards the small holes in her mask, "and simply prick one of my fangs," she said simply and calmly, "Trust me, and I'll trust you. I don't have a lot of insurance in any of this. Give me this and I'll be a lot less, on edge. I can't see, your company can. Therefore, I'm not very safe, especially since I'm a monster and you lot aren't," she said looking down, "Do you wish to take a risk elf?" "If it is a means to establish the trust between us, then yes, I shall take the risk," The Captain said without hesitation. Unsaid was that should Cilanthra prove to be false, Tyndall's crew would rather rapidly eliminate Cilanthra for her treachery. He took off his gauntlet and reached into her helmet, pricking his finger on one of her fangs. She quickly circled around his back, "Careful now, my fangs paralyze, but with such a little dose it won't prove fatal. Just fall back and wait for it to wear off," she said hesitantly, "I honestly didn't expect you to go through with it," she mumbled out, "It'll wear off in a good five or so minutes...relaxing helps," she said incredibly nervously. Luckily enough he would find that he was still able to speak, be it a little less strongly. |
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Tyndall of House Lyrr
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Appearance: Tyndall is a tanned, weathered sea elf with black hair and green eyes. He stands at 6'1" and 190lbs. He carries himself with the ease of one who has come to master all that he sets himself to, but there is a kindness deep in his eyes that only his closest friends have ever gotten a glimpse of.
Equipment: As befits his stature as a Royal of Lyrralium, Tyndall wears a very exquisite set of armor, studded leather with overlapping metal plates. A hand crossbow adorns one hip, while at the other is sheathed Eidolon, the Skybreaker. A blade whose monster-slaying deeds are second only to those of its owner. His ship is known as the Outcast, renamed by Tyndall when his family set him apart for not having the same sorcerous abilities as they.
Skills and Abilities: Tyndall is an adept bladeself, shooter, and ship captain. But above all else he is a consummate monster hunter. Exiled in all but name from participating in the usual Royal activities, he learned the art of monster and leviathan hunting from his former mentor. Dragons, krakens, vampires and more have all fallen to Tyndall and the ship(s) at his command.
Biography: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YJxwrOyIaNWCDpXdXVmO5dPpLlgn6cSe9cd3e_msfGs/edit
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:29:50 GMT -5
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Post by Tyndall of House Lyrr on Apr 27, 2021 19:31:20 GMT -5
She quickly circled around his back, "Careful now, my fangs paralyze, but with such a little dose it won't prove fatal. Just fall back and wait for it to wear off," she said hesitantly, "I honestly didn't expect you to go through with it," she mumbled out, "It'll wear off in a good five or so minutes...relaxing helps," she said incredibly nervously. Luckily enough he would find that he was still able to speak, be it a little less strongly. Tyndall nearly collapsed as the venom surged into him, his crew nearly shooting Cilanthra before he could order them back. "Stand down! I am alive, and I figured something like this would occur." He ordered, his crew reluctantly lowering their weapons again. "I am an elf of my word, five minutes of paralysis is worth having someone so potent on my crew." |
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Cilanthra
Established
no no no
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: Twenty-five
Appearance: Cilanthra is a muted green in color, with scales across the entirety of her body. Her under-scales are a light brown and go down to the tip of her tail. Her eyes are unknown as they cannot be observed, but it is known that her snakes have coal black eyes, one was able to be observed quite nicely when it was cut off. Most of the snakes are still trapped under the iron helmet praise the High One. Her fangs are quite large, but due to the helmet she is unable to properly utilize them.
The helmet is made of iron, and due to her nature as part fey it is quite effective to containment of her vile natures. It has a full visor that covers her eyes completely and is sealed to the face, the latter part that covers the lower jaw is iron lattice wiring that prevents her from opening her jaw completely and being able to lunge and bite anyone. Jarring motions will make the iron dig into her scales and flesh, therefore she will not make use of her head as a ram. The metal is enchanted with runes that will make every bit of damage taken cause the helmet to shrink and dig into the scales.
As a result of several instances of evasion and subordination the Medusa has had several instances of the iron mask shrinking upon impact, attempts to destroy, and rust damage. This was anticipated and the mask has only dug into scales and caused major amounts of chaffing.
Her clothing is rudimentary, and probably fashioned from dead goat's skin. It's fairly conservative in nature and covers everything adequately, but it's nothing to look at.
Equipment: Subject has a small locket, attempts to commandeer said locket were more trouble then they were worth, and just intended with pain taken from both sides. Cilanthra will take that damned thing to her grave.
Skills and Abilities: When contact is made with her two core eyes the target is slowly turned to stone over a course of five minutes. The process is only reversible if the process is not completed. The subjects skin is turned to stone first, following with the muscles, vital organs, and lastly the brain. Eyes are also last to turn, as they are required for the transfer to take place.
The snakes on her head that make up her "hair" are capable of stunning a victim if they make eye contact, but are incapable of doing lasting damage outside of psychological.
Her strength is sub par in her upper body, with the only real abilities lying in that of her tail, which is quite well adapted to crushing.
Her venom is paralyzing to most muscles and intense amounts will cause cardiac arrest. Victims can still talk however, at least in minor doses.
Biography: [Fully Redacted by the Gathering of the Great One]
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 17:52:16 GMT -5
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Post by Cilanthra on Apr 27, 2021 20:23:59 GMT -5
She quickly circled around his back, "Careful now, my fangs paralyze, but with such a little dose it won't prove fatal. Just fall back and wait for it to wear off," she said hesitantly, "I honestly didn't expect you to go through with it," she mumbled out, "It'll wear off in a good five or so minutes...relaxing helps," she said incredibly nervously. Luckily enough he would find that he was still able to speak, be it a little less strongly. Tyndall nearly collapsed as the venom surged into him, his crew nearly shooting Cilanthra before he could order them back. "Stand down! I am alive, and I figured something like this would occur." He ordered, his crew reluctantly lowering their weapons again. "I am an elf of my word, five minutes of paralysis is worth having someone so potent on my crew." Cilanthra nearly jumped out of her skin realizing just how many crew members were near her, "I see, well um, I would have had to really bit you for you to freeze up for real. I just wanted to see if you would be willing to be helpless around me...since I'm helpless around you all the time." |
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Tyndall of House Lyrr
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Appearance: Tyndall is a tanned, weathered sea elf with black hair and green eyes. He stands at 6'1" and 190lbs. He carries himself with the ease of one who has come to master all that he sets himself to, but there is a kindness deep in his eyes that only his closest friends have ever gotten a glimpse of.
Equipment: As befits his stature as a Royal of Lyrralium, Tyndall wears a very exquisite set of armor, studded leather with overlapping metal plates. A hand crossbow adorns one hip, while at the other is sheathed Eidolon, the Skybreaker. A blade whose monster-slaying deeds are second only to those of its owner. His ship is known as the Outcast, renamed by Tyndall when his family set him apart for not having the same sorcerous abilities as they.
Skills and Abilities: Tyndall is an adept bladeself, shooter, and ship captain. But above all else he is a consummate monster hunter. Exiled in all but name from participating in the usual Royal activities, he learned the art of monster and leviathan hunting from his former mentor. Dragons, krakens, vampires and more have all fallen to Tyndall and the ship(s) at his command.
Biography: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YJxwrOyIaNWCDpXdXVmO5dPpLlgn6cSe9cd3e_msfGs/edit
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:29:50 GMT -5
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Post by Tyndall of House Lyrr on Apr 27, 2021 20:56:19 GMT -5
Cilanthra nearly jumped out of her skin realizing just how many crew members were near her, "I see, well um, I would have had to really bit you for you to freeze up for real. I just wanted to see if you would be willing to be helpless around me...since I'm helpless around you all the time." With a Herculean effort he managed to stand on his own accord as the venom wore off of him. "That is...understandable. A fair trade, though perhaps we can stop at one of those settlements along the coast and see if we can't get someone more magically inclined to get that helmet off. So what say you? Are you signing on to the crew?" |
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Cilanthra
Established
no no no
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: Twenty-five
Appearance: Cilanthra is a muted green in color, with scales across the entirety of her body. Her under-scales are a light brown and go down to the tip of her tail. Her eyes are unknown as they cannot be observed, but it is known that her snakes have coal black eyes, one was able to be observed quite nicely when it was cut off. Most of the snakes are still trapped under the iron helmet praise the High One. Her fangs are quite large, but due to the helmet she is unable to properly utilize them.
The helmet is made of iron, and due to her nature as part fey it is quite effective to containment of her vile natures. It has a full visor that covers her eyes completely and is sealed to the face, the latter part that covers the lower jaw is iron lattice wiring that prevents her from opening her jaw completely and being able to lunge and bite anyone. Jarring motions will make the iron dig into her scales and flesh, therefore she will not make use of her head as a ram. The metal is enchanted with runes that will make every bit of damage taken cause the helmet to shrink and dig into the scales.
As a result of several instances of evasion and subordination the Medusa has had several instances of the iron mask shrinking upon impact, attempts to destroy, and rust damage. This was anticipated and the mask has only dug into scales and caused major amounts of chaffing.
Her clothing is rudimentary, and probably fashioned from dead goat's skin. It's fairly conservative in nature and covers everything adequately, but it's nothing to look at.
Equipment: Subject has a small locket, attempts to commandeer said locket were more trouble then they were worth, and just intended with pain taken from both sides. Cilanthra will take that damned thing to her grave.
Skills and Abilities: When contact is made with her two core eyes the target is slowly turned to stone over a course of five minutes. The process is only reversible if the process is not completed. The subjects skin is turned to stone first, following with the muscles, vital organs, and lastly the brain. Eyes are also last to turn, as they are required for the transfer to take place.
The snakes on her head that make up her "hair" are capable of stunning a victim if they make eye contact, but are incapable of doing lasting damage outside of psychological.
Her strength is sub par in her upper body, with the only real abilities lying in that of her tail, which is quite well adapted to crushing.
Her venom is paralyzing to most muscles and intense amounts will cause cardiac arrest. Victims can still talk however, at least in minor doses.
Biography: [Fully Redacted by the Gathering of the Great One]
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 17:52:16 GMT -5
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Post by Cilanthra on May 7, 2021 11:48:04 GMT -5
Cilanthra nearly jumped out of her skin realizing just how many crew members were near her, "I see, well um, I would have had to really bit you for you to freeze up for real. I just wanted to see if you would be willing to be helpless around me...since I'm helpless around you all the time." With a Herculean effort he managed to stand on his own accord as the venom wore off of him. "That is...understandable. A fair trade, though perhaps we can stop at one of those settlements along the coast and see if we can't get someone more magically inclined to get that helmet off. So what say you? Are you signing on to the crew?" Cilanthra stuttered out, "Y-yes, I'd be quite thankful to have the company...I think," she said as her helmeted head stared out past him unable to make any eye contact. She curled back into a ball looking a little frazzled, "It's very dangerous to try and take off..." |
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Tyndall of House Lyrr
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Appearance: Tyndall is a tanned, weathered sea elf with black hair and green eyes. He stands at 6'1" and 190lbs. He carries himself with the ease of one who has come to master all that he sets himself to, but there is a kindness deep in his eyes that only his closest friends have ever gotten a glimpse of.
Equipment: As befits his stature as a Royal of Lyrralium, Tyndall wears a very exquisite set of armor, studded leather with overlapping metal plates. A hand crossbow adorns one hip, while at the other is sheathed Eidolon, the Skybreaker. A blade whose monster-slaying deeds are second only to those of its owner. His ship is known as the Outcast, renamed by Tyndall when his family set him apart for not having the same sorcerous abilities as they.
Skills and Abilities: Tyndall is an adept bladeself, shooter, and ship captain. But above all else he is a consummate monster hunter. Exiled in all but name from participating in the usual Royal activities, he learned the art of monster and leviathan hunting from his former mentor. Dragons, krakens, vampires and more have all fallen to Tyndall and the ship(s) at his command.
Biography: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YJxwrOyIaNWCDpXdXVmO5dPpLlgn6cSe9cd3e_msfGs/edit
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:29:50 GMT -5
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Post by Tyndall of House Lyrr on May 21, 2021 9:17:23 GMT -5
Cilanthra stuttered out, "Y-yes, I'd be quite thankful to have the company...I think," she said as her helmeted head stared out past him unable to make any eye contact. She curled back into a ball looking a little frazzled, "It's very dangerous to try and take off..." "I promise you that we will not try to take it off unless we are absolutely certain it will work without harming you." He finally stood and shook his limbs of the last of the paralysis. "Do you have any experience on board a ship?" |
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Cilanthra
Established
no no no
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: Twenty-five
Appearance: Cilanthra is a muted green in color, with scales across the entirety of her body. Her under-scales are a light brown and go down to the tip of her tail. Her eyes are unknown as they cannot be observed, but it is known that her snakes have coal black eyes, one was able to be observed quite nicely when it was cut off. Most of the snakes are still trapped under the iron helmet praise the High One. Her fangs are quite large, but due to the helmet she is unable to properly utilize them.
The helmet is made of iron, and due to her nature as part fey it is quite effective to containment of her vile natures. It has a full visor that covers her eyes completely and is sealed to the face, the latter part that covers the lower jaw is iron lattice wiring that prevents her from opening her jaw completely and being able to lunge and bite anyone. Jarring motions will make the iron dig into her scales and flesh, therefore she will not make use of her head as a ram. The metal is enchanted with runes that will make every bit of damage taken cause the helmet to shrink and dig into the scales.
As a result of several instances of evasion and subordination the Medusa has had several instances of the iron mask shrinking upon impact, attempts to destroy, and rust damage. This was anticipated and the mask has only dug into scales and caused major amounts of chaffing.
Her clothing is rudimentary, and probably fashioned from dead goat's skin. It's fairly conservative in nature and covers everything adequately, but it's nothing to look at.
Equipment: Subject has a small locket, attempts to commandeer said locket were more trouble then they were worth, and just intended with pain taken from both sides. Cilanthra will take that damned thing to her grave.
Skills and Abilities: When contact is made with her two core eyes the target is slowly turned to stone over a course of five minutes. The process is only reversible if the process is not completed. The subjects skin is turned to stone first, following with the muscles, vital organs, and lastly the brain. Eyes are also last to turn, as they are required for the transfer to take place.
The snakes on her head that make up her "hair" are capable of stunning a victim if they make eye contact, but are incapable of doing lasting damage outside of psychological.
Her strength is sub par in her upper body, with the only real abilities lying in that of her tail, which is quite well adapted to crushing.
Her venom is paralyzing to most muscles and intense amounts will cause cardiac arrest. Victims can still talk however, at least in minor doses.
Biography: [Fully Redacted by the Gathering of the Great One]
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 17:52:16 GMT -5
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Post by Cilanthra on May 29, 2021 13:02:17 GMT -5
Cilanthra stuttered out, "Y-yes, I'd be quite thankful to have the company...I think," she said as her helmeted head stared out past him unable to make any eye contact. She curled back into a ball looking a little frazzled, "It's very dangerous to try and take off..." "I promise you that we will not try to take it off unless we are absolutely certain it will work without harming you." He finally stood and shook his limbs of the last of the paralysis. "Do you have any experience on board a ship?" |
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Tyndall of House Lyrr
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Appearance: Tyndall is a tanned, weathered sea elf with black hair and green eyes. He stands at 6'1" and 190lbs. He carries himself with the ease of one who has come to master all that he sets himself to, but there is a kindness deep in his eyes that only his closest friends have ever gotten a glimpse of.
Equipment: As befits his stature as a Royal of Lyrralium, Tyndall wears a very exquisite set of armor, studded leather with overlapping metal plates. A hand crossbow adorns one hip, while at the other is sheathed Eidolon, the Skybreaker. A blade whose monster-slaying deeds are second only to those of its owner. His ship is known as the Outcast, renamed by Tyndall when his family set him apart for not having the same sorcerous abilities as they.
Skills and Abilities: Tyndall is an adept bladeself, shooter, and ship captain. But above all else he is a consummate monster hunter. Exiled in all but name from participating in the usual Royal activities, he learned the art of monster and leviathan hunting from his former mentor. Dragons, krakens, vampires and more have all fallen to Tyndall and the ship(s) at his command.
Biography: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YJxwrOyIaNWCDpXdXVmO5dPpLlgn6cSe9cd3e_msfGs/edit
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:29:50 GMT -5
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Post by Tyndall of House Lyrr on Jun 2, 2021 9:58:04 GMT -5
She slowly shook her head, "N-no, I swam. I can swim well, and the water doesn't trouble me much," she said looking down out of instinctual habit. Her tail stretched slightly as she rose to slightly around the Captain's height. She scratched her right arm awkwardly, "I don't really know how useful I'd be not being able to see much." "Swimming is good. Keeps you alive if you fall overboard. How do you fight and hunt? By scent, sound or some other sense?" He inquired politely, trying to get a gauge for where he could use her on his crew. Certainly not for watch-standing, that was almost exclusively visual. "Any particular talents you have?" |
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Cilanthra
Established
no no no
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: Twenty-five
Appearance: Cilanthra is a muted green in color, with scales across the entirety of her body. Her under-scales are a light brown and go down to the tip of her tail. Her eyes are unknown as they cannot be observed, but it is known that her snakes have coal black eyes, one was able to be observed quite nicely when it was cut off. Most of the snakes are still trapped under the iron helmet praise the High One. Her fangs are quite large, but due to the helmet she is unable to properly utilize them.
The helmet is made of iron, and due to her nature as part fey it is quite effective to containment of her vile natures. It has a full visor that covers her eyes completely and is sealed to the face, the latter part that covers the lower jaw is iron lattice wiring that prevents her from opening her jaw completely and being able to lunge and bite anyone. Jarring motions will make the iron dig into her scales and flesh, therefore she will not make use of her head as a ram. The metal is enchanted with runes that will make every bit of damage taken cause the helmet to shrink and dig into the scales.
As a result of several instances of evasion and subordination the Medusa has had several instances of the iron mask shrinking upon impact, attempts to destroy, and rust damage. This was anticipated and the mask has only dug into scales and caused major amounts of chaffing.
Her clothing is rudimentary, and probably fashioned from dead goat's skin. It's fairly conservative in nature and covers everything adequately, but it's nothing to look at.
Equipment: Subject has a small locket, attempts to commandeer said locket were more trouble then they were worth, and just intended with pain taken from both sides. Cilanthra will take that damned thing to her grave.
Skills and Abilities: When contact is made with her two core eyes the target is slowly turned to stone over a course of five minutes. The process is only reversible if the process is not completed. The subjects skin is turned to stone first, following with the muscles, vital organs, and lastly the brain. Eyes are also last to turn, as they are required for the transfer to take place.
The snakes on her head that make up her "hair" are capable of stunning a victim if they make eye contact, but are incapable of doing lasting damage outside of psychological.
Her strength is sub par in her upper body, with the only real abilities lying in that of her tail, which is quite well adapted to crushing.
Her venom is paralyzing to most muscles and intense amounts will cause cardiac arrest. Victims can still talk however, at least in minor doses.
Biography: [Fully Redacted by the Gathering of the Great One]
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 17:52:16 GMT -5
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Post by Cilanthra on Jun 2, 2021 18:10:22 GMT -5
She slowly shook her head, "N-no, I swam. I can swim well, and the water doesn't trouble me much," she said looking down out of instinctual habit. Her tail stretched slightly as she rose to slightly around the Captain's height. She scratched her right arm awkwardly, "I don't really know how useful I'd be not being able to see much." "Swimming is good. Keeps you alive if you fall overboard. How do you fight and hunt? By scent, sound or some other sense?" He inquired politely, trying to get a gauge for where he could use her on his crew. Certainly not for watch-standing, that was almost exclusively visual. "Any particular talents you have?" |
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Tyndall of House Lyrr
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Appearance: Tyndall is a tanned, weathered sea elf with black hair and green eyes. He stands at 6'1" and 190lbs. He carries himself with the ease of one who has come to master all that he sets himself to, but there is a kindness deep in his eyes that only his closest friends have ever gotten a glimpse of.
Equipment: As befits his stature as a Royal of Lyrralium, Tyndall wears a very exquisite set of armor, studded leather with overlapping metal plates. A hand crossbow adorns one hip, while at the other is sheathed Eidolon, the Skybreaker. A blade whose monster-slaying deeds are second only to those of its owner. His ship is known as the Outcast, renamed by Tyndall when his family set him apart for not having the same sorcerous abilities as they.
Skills and Abilities: Tyndall is an adept bladeself, shooter, and ship captain. But above all else he is a consummate monster hunter. Exiled in all but name from participating in the usual Royal activities, he learned the art of monster and leviathan hunting from his former mentor. Dragons, krakens, vampires and more have all fallen to Tyndall and the ship(s) at his command.
Biography: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YJxwrOyIaNWCDpXdXVmO5dPpLlgn6cSe9cd3e_msfGs/edit
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:29:50 GMT -5
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Post by Tyndall of House Lyrr on Jun 22, 2021 14:32:35 GMT -5
She squirmed a little, "I don't really fight. I um, I try and sneak up on things and grab them when I hunt, but I don't quite hunt much. Most creatures are a little more aware, and I'm not as stealthy," she startled wringing her hands awkwardly, "I..." she paused, thinking hard for some shred of talent she could display to show her worth, "I'm good at listening," she stuttered out. "I have plenty of fighters. At a minimum, your venom is pretty potent." He said, still appraising her, at least she was honest. "Listening? As in people to people or you can hear sounds that most people can't?" |
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Cilanthra
Established
no no no
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: Twenty-five
Appearance: Cilanthra is a muted green in color, with scales across the entirety of her body. Her under-scales are a light brown and go down to the tip of her tail. Her eyes are unknown as they cannot be observed, but it is known that her snakes have coal black eyes, one was able to be observed quite nicely when it was cut off. Most of the snakes are still trapped under the iron helmet praise the High One. Her fangs are quite large, but due to the helmet she is unable to properly utilize them.
The helmet is made of iron, and due to her nature as part fey it is quite effective to containment of her vile natures. It has a full visor that covers her eyes completely and is sealed to the face, the latter part that covers the lower jaw is iron lattice wiring that prevents her from opening her jaw completely and being able to lunge and bite anyone. Jarring motions will make the iron dig into her scales and flesh, therefore she will not make use of her head as a ram. The metal is enchanted with runes that will make every bit of damage taken cause the helmet to shrink and dig into the scales.
As a result of several instances of evasion and subordination the Medusa has had several instances of the iron mask shrinking upon impact, attempts to destroy, and rust damage. This was anticipated and the mask has only dug into scales and caused major amounts of chaffing.
Her clothing is rudimentary, and probably fashioned from dead goat's skin. It's fairly conservative in nature and covers everything adequately, but it's nothing to look at.
Equipment: Subject has a small locket, attempts to commandeer said locket were more trouble then they were worth, and just intended with pain taken from both sides. Cilanthra will take that damned thing to her grave.
Skills and Abilities: When contact is made with her two core eyes the target is slowly turned to stone over a course of five minutes. The process is only reversible if the process is not completed. The subjects skin is turned to stone first, following with the muscles, vital organs, and lastly the brain. Eyes are also last to turn, as they are required for the transfer to take place.
The snakes on her head that make up her "hair" are capable of stunning a victim if they make eye contact, but are incapable of doing lasting damage outside of psychological.
Her strength is sub par in her upper body, with the only real abilities lying in that of her tail, which is quite well adapted to crushing.
Her venom is paralyzing to most muscles and intense amounts will cause cardiac arrest. Victims can still talk however, at least in minor doses.
Biography: [Fully Redacted by the Gathering of the Great One]
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 17:52:16 GMT -5
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Post by Cilanthra on Jun 22, 2021 15:26:12 GMT -5
She squirmed a little, "I don't really fight. I um, I try and sneak up on things and grab them when I hunt, but I don't quite hunt much. Most creatures are a little more aware, and I'm not as stealthy," she startled wringing her hands awkwardly, "I..." she paused, thinking hard for some shred of talent she could display to show her worth, "I'm good at listening," she stuttered out. "I have plenty of fighters. At a minimum, your venom is pretty potent." He said, still appraising her, at least she was honest. "Listening? As in people to people or you can hear sounds that most people can't?" She paused drooping a little, "Since I can't see my other senses are a bit more on edge," she sighed, "If that makes any sense that is." Her coils tightened into a coil as she looked more and more guilty for not being that helpful. |
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