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 10:09:32 GMT -5
She panted after crying, feeling exhausted. She lay there for a time as she was, cheek pressed to the earth and eyes shut. Axainne heard the sound of approaching footsteps, however, and sat up weakly. She stumbled to her feet, feeling threatened already, for she did not know who approached. The duralam looked up at what looked to be a marked tree, a very tall one, and she attempted to scale it but her wings felt so useless that it was impossible and she only came crashing down again. Then she crawled and stumbled to her feet, talon toes curling into the dirt for purchase. The snowy owl woman did her best to start running, but she was hampered by limp wings and feet that weren't exactly suited for running. She gritted her teeth and crashed through the brush, sobbing in fear and confusion. Tyndall heard the footsteps behind him as well, turning and giving the offending party a withering look that promised a very long watch rotation without food at the top of the mast. They found it easy to catch up to Axainne, though they had no idea what she was. In a mirror of a previous encounter the day before, Tyndall levelled his hand crossbow at her as he spoke. "Afternoon! Magnificent crash I saw back there, figured we'd come check it out. Not sure what I was expecting, but there's no need to cry. We mean you no harm so long as you don't get hostile with us." |
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Axainne Snowfeather
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 24
Appearance: She is a delicate looking creature with hair of mottled silver, frosty blue eyes. She is a tall lithe form with long legs. Feathers appear to be in both her hair and wings, mottled white that span six feet across. Her feet are a mix between that of a snowy owl's and a human. Clothing is usually the gauzy silks of the nymphs
Equipment: ------
Enchanted spear
Light armor
Camping gear that includes cooking stuff and grappling stuff
Wooden flute
Skills and Abilities: Singing
Flying
Playing instruments
Biography: She only knows the Usque and the people there. When the great flood happened, her whole world crumbled beneath her almost literally. How long had she flown through the mist?
Axainne was raised by nymphs, an abandoned or lost child (they do not know) who had to watch birds to learn how to fly, otherwise her beautiful wings would be useless...
Registered: May 3, 2021 17:15:26 GMT -5
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Post by Axainne Snowfeather on Jun 2, 2021 18:00:29 GMT -5
The duralam slowly turned around... and she was beautiful. She would have folded her wings but it was clear she couldn't even do that. She was clad in dirty silk, her hair was wind tangled and damp against her fine face. Her wings, though folded, were large enough to indicate they would have a wide span, while her feet were a mixture of talons and human feet. She could have easily been mistaken for a wretched harpy, but she wasn't screaming like one.
"Please..." she said, "Don't hurt me..." She lifted her hands in surrender, then dropped to her knees, those wings sagging against the forest floor with the rest of her soon to follow, slowly dropping to the ground and resting her cheek against the loamy earth.
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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 14:38:14 GMT -5
The duralam slowly turned around... and she was beautiful. She would have folded her wings but it was clear she couldn't even do that. She was clad in dirty silk, her hair was wind tangled and damp against her fine face. Her wings, though folded, were large enough to indicate they would have a wide span, while her feet were a mixture of talons and human feet. She could have easily been mistaken for a wretched harpy, but she wasn't screaming like one. "Please..." she said, "Don't hurt me..." She lifted her hands in surrender, then dropped to her knees, those wings sagging against the forest floor with the rest of her soon to follow, slowly dropping to the ground and resting her cheek against the loamy earth. . He thought to himself, lowering the hand crossbow but keeping it in his hands. "Not to worry my fine, feathered friend. I have no intent of harming you. I have two intents, depending on your answer. Intent 1 is to offer you a place in my crew should you actually possess some skills I need." He gestured with his empty hand towards her wings. "I think you have that covered. Intent 2 is to let you go should you not wish to join my crew. Of course, should you be worth something to someone with resources, we may do a bit of 'negotiation' to see you delivered safely to their hands." |
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Axainne Snowfeather
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 24
Appearance: She is a delicate looking creature with hair of mottled silver, frosty blue eyes. She is a tall lithe form with long legs. Feathers appear to be in both her hair and wings, mottled white that span six feet across. Her feet are a mix between that of a snowy owl's and a human. Clothing is usually the gauzy silks of the nymphs
Equipment: ------
Enchanted spear
Light armor
Camping gear that includes cooking stuff and grappling stuff
Wooden flute
Skills and Abilities: Singing
Flying
Playing instruments
Biography: She only knows the Usque and the people there. When the great flood happened, her whole world crumbled beneath her almost literally. How long had she flown through the mist?
Axainne was raised by nymphs, an abandoned or lost child (they do not know) who had to watch birds to learn how to fly, otherwise her beautiful wings would be useless...
Registered: May 3, 2021 17:15:26 GMT -5
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Post by Axainne Snowfeather on Jun 30, 2021 6:56:05 GMT -5
She looked up at him with tired eyes, talons digging into the loamy earth beneath her feet. "You would sell me?" she asked, wanting to understand what he meant. Her common tongue sounded slightly broken. The snow owl duralam closed her eyes against the pain that formed in her head. She was woozy, tired... her wings ached. And now she was talking to a man who implied he would sell her to the highest bidder. Or at least... that was how she interpreted what he said.
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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 Jul 2, 2021 21:25:25 GMT -5
She looked up at him with tired eyes, talons digging into the loamy earth beneath her feet. "You would sell me?" she asked, wanting to understand what he meant. Her common tongue sounded slightly broken. The snow owl duralam closed her eyes against the pain that formed in her head. She was woozy, tired... her wings ached. And now she was talking to a man who implied he would sell her to the highest bidder. Or at least... that was how she interpreted what he said. "Mmmmm...no, that would imply I was a slaver, and I hold no water with such...horribleness. More of a ransom, a small consideration since I would be going out of my way to see you returned safely, a task that in these unfamiliar waters is no easy tasking." Tyndall leaned up against a tree, and pulled out a dried strip of fish. "Want this? The more intriguing offer was having you join my crew. I'm far more interested in that then I am in getting some paltry sum of money for you." |
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Axainne Snowfeather
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 24
Appearance: She is a delicate looking creature with hair of mottled silver, frosty blue eyes. She is a tall lithe form with long legs. Feathers appear to be in both her hair and wings, mottled white that span six feet across. Her feet are a mix between that of a snowy owl's and a human. Clothing is usually the gauzy silks of the nymphs
Equipment: ------
Enchanted spear
Light armor
Camping gear that includes cooking stuff and grappling stuff
Wooden flute
Skills and Abilities: Singing
Flying
Playing instruments
Biography: She only knows the Usque and the people there. When the great flood happened, her whole world crumbled beneath her almost literally. How long had she flown through the mist?
Axainne was raised by nymphs, an abandoned or lost child (they do not know) who had to watch birds to learn how to fly, otherwise her beautiful wings would be useless...
Registered: May 3, 2021 17:15:26 GMT -5
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Post by Axainne Snowfeather on Jul 8, 2021 15:02:12 GMT -5
"I have nobody for you to return me to," she said quietly, peering at him with tired eyes. Her very posture suggested that she felt defeated and mournful. Hell, she still could not even fold her wings properly.
She hesitated at first, but then she took the fish and gobbled it down hungrily. Between bites, she mumbled, "And why would you want me on your crew?" her brow lifted and she tilted her head some to peer at him questioningly.
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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 Jul 24, 2021 17:36:39 GMT -5
"I have nobody for you to return me to," she said quietly, peering at him with tired eyes. Her very posture suggested that she felt defeated and mournful. Hell, she still could not even fold her wings properly. She hesitated at first, but then she took the fish and gobbled it down hungrily. Between bites, she mumbled, "And why would you want me on your crew?" her brow lifted and she tilted her head some to peer at him questioningly. "Then welcome to the crew of the Outcast." He said, chuckling. "Honestly? Because you can fly, that's an incredibly useful asset to a ship for scouting and the like. You also seem pretty tough, or that fall would have killed you." He sat down, leaning his back against a tree and pulling out a flask to take a swig. "Drink?" |
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Axainne Snowfeather
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 24
Appearance: She is a delicate looking creature with hair of mottled silver, frosty blue eyes. She is a tall lithe form with long legs. Feathers appear to be in both her hair and wings, mottled white that span six feet across. Her feet are a mix between that of a snowy owl's and a human. Clothing is usually the gauzy silks of the nymphs
Equipment: ------
Enchanted spear
Light armor
Camping gear that includes cooking stuff and grappling stuff
Wooden flute
Skills and Abilities: Singing
Flying
Playing instruments
Biography: She only knows the Usque and the people there. When the great flood happened, her whole world crumbled beneath her almost literally. How long had she flown through the mist?
Axainne was raised by nymphs, an abandoned or lost child (they do not know) who had to watch birds to learn how to fly, otherwise her beautiful wings would be useless...
Registered: May 3, 2021 17:15:26 GMT -5
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Post by Axainne Snowfeather on Jul 25, 2021 7:33:34 GMT -5
"I haven't said I was joining your crew," she said flatly, her eyes cool as she peered at him. The girl lifted her chin, attempting to fold her wings properly again, but finding the muscles too tired. She was too tired in general, her brain still kind of foggy from flying through that long bout of mist. Where was she anyway? The unfamiliarity of the land was unyielding of answers.
Still, she reached for the offered drink... surely he wouldn't deny her that. But then she pulled her hand back and crossed her arms over her chest.
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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 Sept 9, 2021 18:15:45 GMT -5
"I haven't said I was joining your crew," she said flatly, her eyes cool as she peered at him. The girl lifted her chin, attempting to fold her wings properly again, but finding the muscles too tired. She was too tired in general, her brain still kind of foggy from flying through that long bout of mist. Where was she anyway? The unfamiliarity of the land was unyielding of answers. Still, she reached for the offered drink... surely he wouldn't deny her that. But then she pulled her hand back and crossed her arms over her chest. Tyndall happily handed the flask over. "Well I'm not sure you have much choice to be honest. You're here, alone, on an unfamiliar island and too tired to fly. My additional guess is hungry and thirsty. So you could, at a minimum, come back with us, and get a warm meal and a safe space to sleep." |
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Axainne Snowfeather
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 24
Appearance: She is a delicate looking creature with hair of mottled silver, frosty blue eyes. She is a tall lithe form with long legs. Feathers appear to be in both her hair and wings, mottled white that span six feet across. Her feet are a mix between that of a snowy owl's and a human. Clothing is usually the gauzy silks of the nymphs
Equipment: ------
Enchanted spear
Light armor
Camping gear that includes cooking stuff and grappling stuff
Wooden flute
Skills and Abilities: Singing
Flying
Playing instruments
Biography: She only knows the Usque and the people there. When the great flood happened, her whole world crumbled beneath her almost literally. How long had she flown through the mist?
Axainne was raised by nymphs, an abandoned or lost child (they do not know) who had to watch birds to learn how to fly, otherwise her beautiful wings would be useless...
Registered: May 3, 2021 17:15:26 GMT -5
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Post by Axainne Snowfeather on Sept 13, 2021 9:28:27 GMT -5
"But that doesn't mean you should force your hand," she shot back. "You could have at least just asked if I'd be interested." She lifted her chin. She finally managed to fold her wings, though it took some effort. She then took the flask and drank heavily of it, sighing in relief of her parched throat being whetted. "Very well, though."
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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 Sept 13, 2021 18:45:35 GMT -5
"But that doesn't mean you should force your hand," she shot back. "You could have at least just asked if I'd be interested." She lifted her chin. She finally managed to fold her wings, though it took some effort. She then took the flask and drank heavily of it, sighing in relief of her parched throat being whetted. "Very well, though." "Hmmm, perhaps my manners could have used a bit of improvement, but I have had a bitch of a time getting new crewmates. Mostly just those poor wretches we fish out of the water. You're the first, believe it or not, who literally fell from the sky. See I've been plagued by this bastard of a vampire who used an undead whale for a ship so I need every crew member I can get." The flask is your ship-standard grog, mostly water with a hint of lime and more than a hint of rum. |
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Axainne Snowfeather
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 24
Appearance: She is a delicate looking creature with hair of mottled silver, frosty blue eyes. She is a tall lithe form with long legs. Feathers appear to be in both her hair and wings, mottled white that span six feet across. Her feet are a mix between that of a snowy owl's and a human. Clothing is usually the gauzy silks of the nymphs
Equipment: ------
Enchanted spear
Light armor
Camping gear that includes cooking stuff and grappling stuff
Wooden flute
Skills and Abilities: Singing
Flying
Playing instruments
Biography: She only knows the Usque and the people there. When the great flood happened, her whole world crumbled beneath her almost literally. How long had she flown through the mist?
Axainne was raised by nymphs, an abandoned or lost child (they do not know) who had to watch birds to learn how to fly, otherwise her beautiful wings would be useless...
Registered: May 3, 2021 17:15:26 GMT -5
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Post by Axainne Snowfeather on Dec 26, 2021 9:44:28 GMT -5
She nodded her thanks as the grog eased her parched throat. "I'm afraid I am not very useful at the moment. I've been flying for so long without rest through that awful mist. I do not know how long..." She then tilted her head, "A Vampire, you say?" Interest flickered in her silvery eyes. Axainne then shifted so she could perch upon a fallen log, a more comfortable position for her feet.
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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 Jan 10, 2022 22:11:46 GMT -5
She nodded her thanks as the grog eased her parched throat. "I'm afraid I am not very useful at the moment. I've been flying for so long without rest through that awful mist. I do not know how long..." She then tilted her head, "A Vampire, you say?" Interest flickered in her silvery eyes. Axainne then shifted so she could perch upon a fallen log, a more comfortable position for her feet. "Your use over the next...even few days is not something I am overly concerned with, but the long-term potential of having a winged crewmate is too promising to pass up." He said, pulling out some crackers and offering those as well. "A vampire, an undead, unsporting bastard riding around in a bloated carcass that likes to try to take my ship and crew." |
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Axainne Snowfeather
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 24
Appearance: She is a delicate looking creature with hair of mottled silver, frosty blue eyes. She is a tall lithe form with long legs. Feathers appear to be in both her hair and wings, mottled white that span six feet across. Her feet are a mix between that of a snowy owl's and a human. Clothing is usually the gauzy silks of the nymphs
Equipment: ------
Enchanted spear
Light armor
Camping gear that includes cooking stuff and grappling stuff
Wooden flute
Skills and Abilities: Singing
Flying
Playing instruments
Biography: She only knows the Usque and the people there. When the great flood happened, her whole world crumbled beneath her almost literally. How long had she flown through the mist?
Axainne was raised by nymphs, an abandoned or lost child (they do not know) who had to watch birds to learn how to fly, otherwise her beautiful wings would be useless...
Registered: May 3, 2021 17:15:26 GMT -5
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Post by Axainne Snowfeather on Mar 23, 2022 14:09:09 GMT -5
She took the food and began to eat hungrily, her stomach cramping a little in protest but she was fine. She looked to him when he mentioned a vampire being involved. "I don't know how much help I would be, to be honest."
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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 Mar 31, 2022 15:49:19 GMT -5
She took the food and began to eat hungrily, her stomach cramping a little in protest but she was fine. She looked to him when he mentioned a vampire being involved. "I don't know how much help I would be, to be honest." "Even just dropping a pile of waste on him would be worth it honestly, but you don't see the appeal of having someone who can fly?" He sighed and leaned against a tree, "Besides, I haven't seen much of him for a while, so I wouldn't worry about it." |
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