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 Mar 24, 2021 10:08:20 GMT -5
As you walk into the forest from the shores, you are surrounded by trees of all types. The forest is not a vast one, but there is plenty of firewood to be had and possibly shelter.
Mood Music.
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Cilanthra
Established
no no no
Roleplay posts: 21
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 1, 2021 11:15:50 GMT -5
The landing was smooth, that least could be said. The small boat moving up against the shore did so successfully, and without issue as the boatmen guided the vessel through the rocks up the sandy shore.
The beach was mostly untouched, a clean slate, except for one key mar. There were long curving tracks in the sand, fresh and untouched by the sloshing waves. Bits of green scale were scattered about and small bits of black blood stained the sand. Something was here, and not far off.
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Magda Ashwynn
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Appearance: One thing you might notice about Magda is her plain brown hair and dark brown eyes. Though she is mousy, she is not plain. Her face is pretty, and she stands at an average height of 5'5". Magda is athletic in form.
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Equipment: Staff
Short Sword
Rucksack filled with various necessaries such as rope, grappling hooks, cooking equipment, whatever she can carry.
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Skills and Abilities: Melee combat, better with the staff than the sword, for she has been using the staff for a long time.
Cooking
Identifying flora and fauna
Plant manipulation
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Biography: She was born in the wilds of the Usque and raised to be one of the many young women in the Guardians. When the second Cataclysm came, she was one of few, including Tana the Tonguetied, who survived.
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 15:37:34 GMT -5
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Post by Magda Ashwynn on Apr 1, 2021 19:40:39 GMT -5
Magda led Yutin into the forest, then noticed others had joined them. Some of the Usqueans followed behind in melancholic silence. They would all pause any time Yutin or Magda paused, clearing a path with whatever tools they had if there was no path. But soon, they did come to a path.
"We'll need to find a place for camp soon, it is a good thing some of them came with us," she said quietly.
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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 1, 2021 21:12:49 GMT -5
The landing was smooth, that least could be said. The small boat moving up against the shore did so successfully, and without issue as the boatmen guided the vessel through the rocks up the sandy shore. The beach was mostly untouched, a clean slate, except for one key mar. There were long curving tracks in the sand, fresh and untouched by the sloshing waves. Bits of green scale were scattered about and small bits of black blood stained the sand. Something was here, and not far off. Tyndall was the first of the Outcast crew to touch land on the isles. He picked up a handful of sand and...a glint of green in it. The elf pulled the scale out of the handful of sand, letting the rest blow away in the breeze. The tracks before him were of a slithery nature, coupled with the scales that were present he felt that something was afoot. "Send a message back to the Outcast. Have them send a second boat to replenish our stores." He drew his hand crossbow and slotted a bolt in it. "We're going hunting." The dozen or so sailors with him checked their weapons and then followed the Captain into the forest... |
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Cilanthra
Established
no no no
Roleplay posts: 21
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 2, 2021 14:24:19 GMT -5
The landing was smooth, that least could be said. The small boat moving up against the shore did so successfully, and without issue as the boatmen guided the vessel through the rocks up the sandy shore. The beach was mostly untouched, a clean slate, except for one key mar. There were long curving tracks in the sand, fresh and untouched by the sloshing waves. Bits of green scale were scattered about and small bits of black blood stained the sand. Something was here, and not far off. Tyndall was the first of the Outcast crew to touch land on the isles. He picked up a handful of sand and...a glint of green in it. The elf pulled the scale out of the handful of sand, letting the rest blow away in the breeze. The tracks before him were of a slithery nature, coupled with the scales that were present he felt that something was afoot. "Send a message back to the Outcast. Have them send a second boat to replenish our stores." He drew his hand crossbow and slotted a bolt in it. "We're going hunting." The dozen or so sailors with him checked their weapons and then followed the Captain into the forest... The dense forest did little to help tracking, but seeing as it was an elf doing the job it was most likely doable. The path of the serpentine thing coiled about through the forest's deeper untouched sections. That was when they found blood, a scattered nest, and eggshells. The trail went a little deeper before they heard ripping and tearing of flesh and bone. The creature that could be glimpsed through the trees was large and covered in scales, some strange helmet covered up her face, and a few snake's curled out from under it. They had found a medusa, and she was bashing a bird against a rock, again, and again, turning the now childless mother into a pulp. |
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Yutin
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Appearance: Short, about 3 feet tall. Yutin does not run well. He has short legs and arms. Glowing, round yellow eyes.
Equipment: Brown, large tunic that goes down to his ankles. He wears dark brown shoes and a brown cloak with a large hood. Under his hood, he wears a black full-face mask. He wields a small crossbow fitting for his size, as well as a small black, intricately carved blowgun.
Skills and Abilities: Yutin is very good with his hands. He is a proficient blacksmith and fletcher, as well as maintaining some skill in carpentry and woodworking.
Biography: Yutin is often quiet, though when he does speak it is usually something very intelligent sounding, with long words. He is a very curious being, as well as kind to an extent. He can be annoying due to his persistence and stubbornness.
Yutin managed to survive with Tana and any others with her
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 18:09:09 GMT -5
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Post by Yutin on Apr 4, 2021 20:28:00 GMT -5
Magda led Yutin into the forest, then noticed others had joined them. Some of the Usqueans followed behind in melancholic silence. They would all pause any time Yutin or Magda paused, clearing a path with whatever tools they had if there was no path. But soon, they did come to a path. "We'll need to find a place for camp soon, it is a good thing some of them came with us," she said quietly. Yutin nodded in agreement. "Hopefully there aren't any foul creatures or anything evil here." He whispered in reply, pushing past a branch. He brushed some remaining leaves out of the folds of his cloak. "It's nice to be in a forest again, though." |
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Magda Ashwynn
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Appearance: One thing you might notice about Magda is her plain brown hair and dark brown eyes. Though she is mousy, she is not plain. Her face is pretty, and she stands at an average height of 5'5". Magda is athletic in form.
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Equipment: Staff
Short Sword
Rucksack filled with various necessaries such as rope, grappling hooks, cooking equipment, whatever she can carry.
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Skills and Abilities: Melee combat, better with the staff than the sword, for she has been using the staff for a long time.
Cooking
Identifying flora and fauna
Plant manipulation
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Biography: She was born in the wilds of the Usque and raised to be one of the many young women in the Guardians. When the second Cataclysm came, she was one of few, including Tana the Tonguetied, who survived.
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 15:37:34 GMT -5
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Post by Magda Ashwynn on Apr 6, 2021 10:15:18 GMT -5
As evil as the Mist had been? Anything else might seem like a piece of cake. Of course, Magda was the last one to want to get too big for her britches, so she hoped not too. "I am too. I never thought I would see land again." She heard the sounds not too far off and held up a hand. Silence, she gestured.
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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 6, 2021 17:05:29 GMT -5
The dense forest did little to help tracking, but seeing as it was an elf doing the job it was most likely doable. The path of the serpentine thing coiled about through the forest's deeper untouched sections. That was when they found blood, a scattered nest, and eggshells. The trail went a little deeper before they heard ripping and tearing of flesh and bone. The creature that could be glimpsed through the trees was large and covered in scales, some strange helmet covered up her face, and a few snake's curled out from under it. They had found a medusa, and she was bashing a bird against a rock, again, and again, turning the now childless mother into a pulp. The trail was easy for the elf and his crew to follow, whatever they were following was clearly not trying to evade capture. A native creature, Tyndall suspected, for it did not seem to be concerned about being hunting. The group stopped as they found the creature's hunting spot, taking care to step around the cracked eggshells. "Ssshhh," he whispered, stepping out near the creature. It was wearing a helmet, which usually indicated some type of intelligence, but the bashing of a baby bird into a tree did not endear the creature to the sea elf. In ordinary circumstances, he might shoot first and ask questions later, but given this creature may be a native, and may be capable of communicating, he figured it would be best to try talking first. With his crossbow levelled at the creature, he spoke, "Afternoon! They usually taste better when cooked, and not smashed to pieces on a tree." |
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Yutin
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Appearance: Short, about 3 feet tall. Yutin does not run well. He has short legs and arms. Glowing, round yellow eyes.
Equipment: Brown, large tunic that goes down to his ankles. He wears dark brown shoes and a brown cloak with a large hood. Under his hood, he wears a black full-face mask. He wields a small crossbow fitting for his size, as well as a small black, intricately carved blowgun.
Skills and Abilities: Yutin is very good with his hands. He is a proficient blacksmith and fletcher, as well as maintaining some skill in carpentry and woodworking.
Biography: Yutin is often quiet, though when he does speak it is usually something very intelligent sounding, with long words. He is a very curious being, as well as kind to an extent. He can be annoying due to his persistence and stubbornness.
Yutin managed to survive with Tana and any others with her
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 18:09:09 GMT -5
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Post by Yutin on Apr 6, 2021 21:43:55 GMT -5
As evil as the Mist had been? Anything else might seem like a piece of cake. Of course, Magda was the last one to want to get too big for her britches, so she hoped not too. "I am too. I never thought I would see land again." She heard the sounds not too far off and held up a hand. Silence, she gestured. Yutin clamped his mouth shut, crouching down behind a bush so that only his bright yellow eyes were visible, peeking over the top of it. He reached into his cloak and drew out his crossbow, silently drawing back the string and loading a bolt, in case anything foul was coming their way. |
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Magda Ashwynn
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Appearance: One thing you might notice about Magda is her plain brown hair and dark brown eyes. Though she is mousy, she is not plain. Her face is pretty, and she stands at an average height of 5'5". Magda is athletic in form.
*~*~*~*
Equipment: Staff
Short Sword
Rucksack filled with various necessaries such as rope, grappling hooks, cooking equipment, whatever she can carry.
*~*~*~*
Skills and Abilities: Melee combat, better with the staff than the sword, for she has been using the staff for a long time.
Cooking
Identifying flora and fauna
Plant manipulation
*~*~*~*
Biography: She was born in the wilds of the Usque and raised to be one of the many young women in the Guardians. When the second Cataclysm came, she was one of few, including Tana the Tonguetied, who survived.
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 15:37:34 GMT -5
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Post by Magda Ashwynn on Apr 6, 2021 22:05:24 GMT -5
There were people... other people talking. She gestured for her people to go back, for it might not be safe. Magda produced her staff and cautiously moved forward, stalking closer to the scene with the snake being with the helmet on. What in the...? And then she heard a man talking, giving advice on, perhaps, eating cooked bird instead. "This way," she hissed to Yutin, trying to go around the clearing without detection.
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Yutin
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Appearance: Short, about 3 feet tall. Yutin does not run well. He has short legs and arms. Glowing, round yellow eyes.
Equipment: Brown, large tunic that goes down to his ankles. He wears dark brown shoes and a brown cloak with a large hood. Under his hood, he wears a black full-face mask. He wields a small crossbow fitting for his size, as well as a small black, intricately carved blowgun.
Skills and Abilities: Yutin is very good with his hands. He is a proficient blacksmith and fletcher, as well as maintaining some skill in carpentry and woodworking.
Biography: Yutin is often quiet, though when he does speak it is usually something very intelligent sounding, with long words. He is a very curious being, as well as kind to an extent. He can be annoying due to his persistence and stubbornness.
Yutin managed to survive with Tana and any others with her
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 18:09:09 GMT -5
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Post by Yutin on Apr 6, 2021 22:49:48 GMT -5
There were people... other people talking. She gestured for her people to go back, for it might not be safe. Magda produced her staff and cautiously moved forward, stalking closer to the scene with the snake being with the helmet on. What in the...? And then she heard a man talking, giving advice on, perhaps, eating cooked bird instead. "This way," she hissed to Yutin, trying to go around the clearing without detection. Yutin silently followed, ducking from bush to bush. He kept his eyes trained on the people talking. |
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Cilanthra
Established
no no no
Roleplay posts: 21
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 8, 2021 22:19:26 GMT -5
The dense forest did little to help tracking, but seeing as it was an elf doing the job it was most likely doable. The path of the serpentine thing coiled about through the forest's deeper untouched sections. That was when they found blood, a scattered nest, and eggshells. The trail went a little deeper before they heard ripping and tearing of flesh and bone. The creature that could be glimpsed through the trees was large and covered in scales, some strange helmet covered up her face, and a few snake's curled out from under it. They had found a medusa, and she was bashing a bird against a rock, again, and again, turning the now childless mother into a pulp. The trail was easy for the elf and his crew to follow, whatever they were following was clearly not trying to evade capture. A native creature, Tyndall suspected, for it did not seem to be concerned about being hunting. The group stopped as they found the creature's hunting spot, taking care to step around the cracked eggshells. "Ssshhh," he whispered, stepping out near the creature. It was wearing a helmet, which usually indicated some type of intelligence, but the bashing of a baby bird into a tree did not endear the creature to the sea elf. In ordinary circumstances, he might shoot first and ask questions later, but given this creature may be a native, and may be capable of communicating, he figured it would be best to try talking first. With his crossbow levelled at the creature, he spoke, "Afternoon! They usually taste better when cooked, and not smashed to pieces on a tree." The medusa froze and didn't move. She shivered clutching at her meal and barely turning to be in the general direction of the elf. Her heart started to beat faster, "I..." she stuttered out slowly trying to back away, "I'm just eating...a bird, please go away." Her mask was odd, as it seemed to cover up her eyes, and there was a sort of grating on the bottom of the mask making it impossible for her to use her fangs in any sort of productive way in fact it seemed to be covered in blood. The rest of the helmet, now that he was closer he could tell, was digging into her scales and causing flecks of dry blood to flake off as she moved. A few snakes poked out from behind the mask and she debated trying to paralyze him before hesitating. After all there were probably more, "I-I haven't done anything. Just let me be," she continued with a small hiss. |
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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 13, 2021 17:43:43 GMT -5
The medusa froze and didn't move. She shivered clutching at her meal and barely turning to be in the general direction of the elf. Her heart started to beat faster, "I..." she stuttered out slowly trying to back away, "I'm just eating...a bird, please go away." Her mask was odd, as it seemed to cover up her eyes, and there was a sort of grating on the bottom of the mask making it impossible for her to use her fangs in any sort of productive way in fact it seemed to be covered in blood. The rest of the helmet, now that he was closer he could tell, was digging into her scales and causing flecks of dry blood to flake off as she moved. A few snakes poked out from behind the mask and she debated trying to paralyze him before hesitating. After all there were probably more, "I-I haven't done anything. Just let me be," she continued with a small hiss. Tyndall grinned, at the least the creature could speak, and intelligently at that. "Easy now ma'am. I won't be starting any bloodshed if you don't..." He trailed off and gestured to the birds, "well aside from them, but I'm hardly likely to shoot you for hunting birds." His ears pricked as something nearby made noise, but he dared not distract himself. One hand motion and his crew lowered their weapons. "If I'm being honest, I was hoping you could help us out. See, we're new to these parts, and I was hoping you could be our guide around here. I'm not sure what we could offer in return, but I'm sure we can come to an agreement." |
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Cilanthra
Established
no no no
Roleplay posts: 21
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 1:18:22 GMT -5
The medusa froze and didn't move. She shivered clutching at her meal and barely turning to be in the general direction of the elf. Her heart started to beat faster, "I..." she stuttered out slowly trying to back away, "I'm just eating...a bird, please go away." Her mask was odd, as it seemed to cover up her eyes, and there was a sort of grating on the bottom of the mask making it impossible for her to use her fangs in any sort of productive way in fact it seemed to be covered in blood. The rest of the helmet, now that he was closer he could tell, was digging into her scales and causing flecks of dry blood to flake off as she moved. A few snakes poked out from behind the mask and she debated trying to paralyze him before hesitating. After all there were probably more, "I-I haven't done anything. Just let me be," she continued with a small hiss. Tyndall grinned, at the least the creature could speak, and intelligently at that. "Easy now ma'am. I won't be starting any bloodshed if you don't..." He trailed off and gestured to the birds, "well aside from them, but I'm hardly likely to shoot you for hunting birds." His ears pricked as something nearby made noise, but he dared not distract himself. One hand motion and his crew lowered their weapons. "If I'm being honest, I was hoping you could help us out. See, we're new to these parts, and I was hoping you could be our guide around here. I'm not sure what we could offer in return, but I'm sure we can come to an agreement." 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. |
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Tyndall of House Lyrr
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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 14, 2021 18:47:35 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." |
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