Post by fataltouch on May 26, 2012 21:56:12 GMT -5
Brandel “Bran” Kenthur appears as a white and silver haired human of roughly 40 winters. He is approximately 6’2” and weighs approximately 220 lbs. His face is worn, and he has significant crow’s feet under his blue eyes. He would be considered fit in his physical appearance, especially for a man of his age. His hands are exceptionally rough and calloused if seen without gauntlets. He is normally clean shaven, unless circumstances prevent it.
Bran wears simple plate armor of aged appearance, with a thick leather sword belt around his waist. His cloak and hood, when worn, are dark chestnut in color, as are the various cloth and leather accents of his armor. At all times he has a Holy Symbol of Kelemvor visible around his neck. The only tools of war that are visible are the heavy bastard sword on his left hip which he always wears and a silver plated tower shield he equips when going into battle. If mounted, he uses a large silver shield instead.
Name: Joric Battle-Born (Pronounced You-rick) Race: Human Age: Twenty-two Hair length/colour: Blonde falling down past his shoulders Eye colour: Blue Height: 6'2 Weight: 108 kg (out of armour)
Joric appears to be a strong warrior. He can usually be seen in well made and maintained heavy plate mail with a black and red tabard thrown over. On the top right hand corner of the tabard a blazing silver sword on a blood red field is stitched in. At his belt rests a battleaxe and steel helmet alongisde various pouches, small sacks, a stein, a dagger and several throwing axe's. Tightly fastened to his back rests a shimmering greataxe, a battered tower shield and a longbow. Slung over his shoulder a rucksack can be seen. His movements while in armour seem slow and calculated, each heavy step he takes likely being heard from a distance. He speaks in a thick northern accent.
Post by superslacker on Jul 10, 2012 19:23:53 GMT -5
Name: Alban Fjorhamar Age: 55 Race: Shield Dwarf Height: 4' 6" Weight: 220 lb. Eyes: Hazel Hair: Auburn Birthplace: Citadel Adbar, in the Silver Marches Deity: Marthammor Duin
Alban is a rather unusual dwarf; rather than the pale, heavily-armored stout always complaining about the weak beer normally encountered in human lands, he is almost always seen in sweaty and stained highlander leathers, replete with thick woolen kilt and shirt. He's a ruddy tan and always seems to be grinning behind his long auburn beard, though he's bald up top.
If you're unfortunate enough to be close enough to smell him, you'll be assaulted with not-so-subtle odors of sweat and stale beer--he is still a dwarf, after all. Alban carries a large, well-worn but well-taken-care-of crossbow of unmistakably dwarven manufacture, as well as a pair of handaxes through loops in his wide leather belt which appear to have been blunted and resharpened many, many times.
Post by canuckkane on Jul 12, 2012 17:05:49 GMT -5
Name: Vrulo Myskada
Vrulo is a massive hulking mass of muscle standing well over seven feet tall. His skin is a very pale grey/green colour that gives him the look of a corpse and he has an odour to match. He rarely if ever smiles and is often seen talking to himself. His lower canines jut prominently out of his lower jaw and his upturned nose and lupine ears easily mark him as a half-orc. His eyes are completely black and he is frequently seen putting drops of liquid in them from a strange vial obtained from a hin by the name of Milly, (for those that know who she is). His long hair is stark white and always has been. His skin is marred by scars covered with tattoos that when inspected appear to be holy symbols of Velsharoon.
Post by mastersenge on Jul 12, 2012 17:41:05 GMT -5
A somewhat short man standing about 5'6" tall whos usually slumped posture has him appearing even shorter. Often seen wearing oversized robes but the sound of clanking metal can usually be heard comming from beneath the robes that could be from armor. He wears a longsword slung low on his hip that often has the silver hilt wrapped in a black cloth to cover the ornate design of a jawless skull on top of a sunburst shape. His skin is extremely pale white and has coal black shoulder length hair and keeps his face clean shaven. His wild eyes are eerily white and usually bloodshot with almost no visible pupil. His face is usually obscured by the shadow of the oversized hood from his large cloak. When travelling, his robes are usually of some plain color and nothing outstanding. He walks with a slight limp and is often seen holding his back or leaning on a staff.
Post by mastersenge on Jul 12, 2012 18:00:51 GMT -5
Vadurea aka The Bone Knight:
A tall man standing about 6'6" and is large with broad shoulders and built as solid as a rock. The smell of freshly dug dirt mixed with decaying flesh follows him wherever he goes. He wears heavy black armor with large spikes protruding from the arms, legs and shoulders. Maggots and worms are often seen falling from the few openings in his armor or from the pouches or packs that he wears. He is rarely seen without his black metal horned helmet which covers his face. Those unfortunate enough to see him without a helmet see a pale face covered in scars and a jaw that appears to have been sewn up very poorly. He has thick black greasy short hair and a scraggly beard and mustache. His beady brown eyes often seem to stare at things that others can't see. He always wears a thick black chain around his neck that holds a symbol of a crowned laughing skull on a black hexagon. He wears a longsword on his side that seems to emit a faint red glow and has spikes comming from the hilt. A strong feeling of despair comes over most that are in his presence. He rarely speaks but when he does his low growl of a voice sounds as if it had to crawl from some lower level of the hells before getting to his throat and finally finding its way out his mouth that is enhanced by the reverberation from it trying to get through his full helmet.
Post by mastersenge on Jul 12, 2012 22:37:22 GMT -5
Standing at about 5'9" with a slim figure and a fair complexion with extremely well kept long raven black hair. He speaks with a slight lisp and usually has a sly grin on his face, especially in the company of a strong fighting man. Usually seen in extravagantly elegant suites or evening gowns, and rarely seen in public wearing the same thing twice. He often carries a flower in which he likes to enjoy the scent of or carrying a parasol to protect his delicate skin. He has bright blue piercing eyes, high cheek bones and thin lips with which he is quick to make a kissy face with. He smells of sweet perfume and walks with light swaying steps almost as if joyfully skipping along. His flamboyant and outgoing nature is apparent to anyone who sees him.
old vault: Alino Mard, Vadurea, Maston Ogderman. New Vault: Serion, Mendax Summum, Tolic Borins, Bear Brintli, Klargan Bol
Duvaega stands at six feet and six inches. Before equipment, she would appear to weigh around the two hundred and sixty pound area. This weight comes from muscle mass. She has large, thick biceps and heavy forearms. She has a thick neck and well developed shoulder muscle.
She is rarely seen without her armor. Her shield is always thrown over her back. She also has a large hand and a half sword sheathed in an ornate, almost ceremonial looking sheath which rests at her left hip.
Her flesh, when it can be seen, is a haunted tapestry of scars. A skilled healer could see that the scars on her forearms would had to of come from defensive wounds. She has a scar running diagonally across her face. Her nose has clearly been broken on more then one occasion. Her left eye is a weaker color then the right eye. Suggesting that it had been cut at some point. All of her wounds look to of been made from sharp, bladed weapons. This could lead one to assume she had a tough childhood.
To help the scars cover her body, she also has tattoos. The most notable of which is on the inside of her right bicep. It is usually covered up. It depicts a bloodied longsword. She also has a tally of small black lines on her left bicep. The more cynical of adventurer could likely assume that it is a kill count. (sixty four)
Despite her appearance, Duvaega has an almost charismatic air about her. She is also well groomed and cleaned, most of the time. If one was to make eye contact with her for long enough, they would see a burning intelligence behind them.
Post by Pedantry INC on Aug 3, 2012 14:18:43 GMT -5
"Ilaerothil" = "Sentinel"
A Sun Elf 5'8" (172cm) / 130lbs (59kg) Almond shaped green eyes flecked through with gold. Angular features, sharp jaw, thin arched eyebrows. Platinum blonde hair. Smooth bronzed complexion. A willowy build, slender hips, minor bust.
When hooded she wears a bone white smooth mask that covers her whole face. This figure is known as "Sentinel" to non elves, or "Ilaerothil" to elven kind.
Her public face, known as "Lain", is presented with the trademark haughtiness of her subrace. This elf regards the realms with a cold gaze that befits her sharp beauty. Though she warms to receive elves, humans and half elves are notably given a near hostile reception, while other races are accepted with a generally cool manner.
"Lain" is most often dressed in traditional fashion, her garments are exceptionally fine, though not overly complex, with delicate embroidery in mithral thread. Her jewelry is simple but craftsmen would note an exceptional quality. She wears delicate platinum bands tension set with tiny moonstones upon her thumbs and middle fingers, as well as matching earrings that stud each ear.
Those that meet her in the depths of the wilds would encounter a different sight, a sinister bone white mask hiding her features. Two severe, somewhat sinister eye holes are the only break in its cover and deep as they are they tend not to reveal her eyes. Her hair is kept back and out of view. "Sentinel" wears clinging garments in dark shades with wispy edges that conceal and distort her shape. Daggers adorn her belt, a hilt can be seen rising from her boot, while yet another is bound to her left bicep in a leather thong. More are likely hidden about her person. A large composite bow either rests over her shoulder or is held firmly in hand.
Age: Eighteen years of age. Height: 5'5". Weight: 109lbs.
Appearance Arizima is small and slender. She wears long red robes which have been cut in the style of an evening gown. These robes are skin tight and look almost as if they have been painted on. The robes have a slit up the left side of them, which stops at her left hip. This shows off her left leg and adds to the elegant look the robes already give her.
Appearance: Travelling. She wears the same robes as above. She also wears a long red cloak that has stars as pattern on the back of it. When wearing this cloak, she will usually also have a loose red hood pulled up. Unless emoted otherwise, her face is always visible.
Appearance: Disguise It is not a disguise as such. She does not hide her face or change her clothing. Instead, she puts on a long, brown horse hair wig. This wig is soft and well brushed. She also covers the tattoos on her face with heavy, tanned foundation.
Facial Tattoos She has an Arcane Star over her left eye. It looks like the fabled Star of Astaroth, her eye forming the centre of the star. She also has the Necromantic Rune of Power down the right She also has the Necromantic Rune of Power down the right hand side of her face.
The tattoo over her left eye looks like this:
The tattoo over her right eye looks like this:
Jewelry: She wears a thick, heavy ring on the index finger of her right hand. It's emblem is that of her Mage Sigil. Her sigil looks like this:
Andrew "Andy" Woodwalker Height: 6 foot Weight 80 kg Hair colour: Dark brown Eye colour: Hazel Age: 27 Build: Lean This rough looking fellow moves with silence and grace and appears in well travelled clothing always caked in twigs, leaves and dirt. In his hand there is a longbow with a vine of leaves wrapped around the shaft perhaps acting as some sort of camouflage. A rucksack can be seen slung over his shoulder as he walks the less travelled paths of Faerun. The top half of his face is always hidden underneath the shadow of a well travelled hooded cloak showing on rugged stubble. When not hooded Andrew has a certain rugged handsomeness about him but it is betrayed by his quiet and at times anti social behaivour. He is a quiet man who speaks when neccessary in a soft and at times raspy tone.
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Post by Creasus (PhatDorf) on Dec 20, 2012 11:42:40 GMT -5
Dreshae Krisdove (Updated)
A human woman in her early twenties, although a look in her deep icy blue eyes make her look older than that.
She stands at around 5’7’’ when not in armour, and has long golden hair flowing down to her rear, fairly well kept but obvious she doesn’t spend a great deal of time caring for it. She has light toned skin, almost pale – and in stark contrast to the deep pinkish scar running across her face: from the bridge of her nose, across her right cheek and to the bottom of her ear, clipping away the lobe. She wears two large swords on her back one of which that that emits a bright golden glow. They are tucked in behind an equally large shield with the symbol of the Royal Corps of Monster Hunters painted onto the surface. A crossbow hangs at her side from a leather strap flung over her shoulder, beside it two hand-and-a-half swords, both only marginally smaller than the greatswords on her back. A red rose is tucked into her belt beside the scabbard for her first hand-and-a-half sword, which itself also has the symbol of Torm inscribed into.
She bears upon her ring finger a band with a small brass dragon wrapped around it, holding a small emerald between its chin and tail.
Post by StabbingNirvana on Feb 6, 2013 23:38:25 GMT -5
Velisario Chrysosnomos Grandmaster of the Triadic Order of the Divine Resurrection
Standing roughly 6 ft, the man carries a calming demeanor about him. Usually speaking in private tones, his gaze catches upon those that pass along. His expression stoic, he watches on.
He bears the symbol of the Triadic Order of the Divine Resurrection on his breastplate; The scales of justice who's base fuses into a sword's blade, wrapped tightly by a cord.
He carries a tower shield and greatsword on his back. A longsword and a morningstar with a 5-6 foot chain attached on his hip.
When not in combat, he has his cloak closed which covers his armor down to the middle of his calf fully.
In combat, he walks calmly to his foes taking calculated strikes before turning and marching on to the next opponent. At times, visible shields of light circle and protect him from harm. At others, his blade is enveloped with a glow that bursts upon impact. When the engagement is over, he offers the fallen regardless of race or creed compassion; The mercy of delivering them to their god in a quick and painful death, just as Torm demands for those of corrupt heart.
Post by Pedantry INC on Feb 8, 2013 0:39:59 GMT -5
Evalynn Rosewater, Adorned Templar of the Crying God.
Standing at 5'6" (167cm), and weighing approximately 140-150lbs. She appears to be in her early or mid twenties despite her snow white hair, contrasted as it is by her black brows. Her brown eyes have a warm quality, though her expression is typically stoic calm. Fair skinned, she cuts a womanly figure with an hourglass shape emphasized by wide hips. Her limbs are toned, hands calloused, clearly used to physical labor despite being the "fairer sex".
Evalynn is a woman who embodies formality. From her stoic gaze to her proper straight back stance and calm tones of authoritative address, this woman has clearly undergone training and taken to it -- by the letter. Though she has a gentle demeanor, her often ridged social etiquette may leave her seeming distant and even cold, though certainly that is not her intent.
Notably she always wears a pair of red ribbons that hang from her wrists, loosely wound and often dangling down as far as her knees, though when in armor she keeps them tucked into her vambraces.
Her equipment, garments, and other gear are kept in pristine order so long as not engaged in battle or travel through hostile territory. Adamantine platemail enameled with red designs depicts the symbol of ilmater over her left upper chest, while ilmater's symbol is also stitched into her satchel of medicinal goods that she carries at her side else while.
Post by hellscream123 on Feb 8, 2013 5:23:25 GMT -5
Arician "Blue" Hellscarem A tall mage at an odd 6ft'2 with broader shoulders than most of his discipline.
His face showing more and more of his apprent thirty two years of age, he stands proudly still with an air of old nobility and eyes that've seen alot.
His runic leather is forever cleaned and repaired with each new use with arcane runes and draconic symbols carefully stitched into it so they shine as he moves and dances in combat.
His hair gains a new grey line with each passing season and his eyes fade from a soft blue into milky white.
(after all magic has been cast) Stands prouder and gains an odd one and a half inches of height with broader shoulders more much more heavily defined muscles his eyes glow with blue runes behind a mask of silvery adamantine that holds no expression or detail.
As always his normal attire is finely made with beautiful stitching and patterns woven to hide within itself to all but the most astute eyes. His silver necklace to Mystra occsionaly dangles over them but more often than not hides behind his shirt.
Arician "Blue" Hellscarem - Always serious, always strange, and always rolling his eyes.
Gargen the angry hin.
Name: Havardr Gunnvor Race: Human, The Spine of the World Age: Twenty One Hair colour: Auburn Eye colour: Blue. Height: 6'6. Weight: 104 kg.
The Towering Helmite sports a gaunt, stoic appearance. Havardr maintains his posture standing at his height; He is rarely seen without plated armor, and never seen without blade and shield despite clothing. His accent marks him from the North; however, he may strike some as more formal than many of his brethren. His eyes oft stare beyond you, perhaps a thousand yards. There are little doubts this man has seen troubling times. Upon his face are no outright noteworthy scars, but thin lines mark a close encounter with a blade or two. His voice is deep and accented to his Northern heritage. It is even deeper and muffled when he has donned his Greathelm. Discipline is clearly of importance to Havardr; his armor, blade, helm and shield are all in excellent condition and very well-kept. His demeanor is commonly one of duty and respect towards others, regardless of station.
Upon his 21st Nameday, Havardr serves as a Swordmajor of the Purple Dragons under the Division of the Royal Corps of Monster Hunters. Rarely out of uniform, he dons heavy Adamantine plate, face often hidden behind an Adamantine Greathelm. Most notably he maintains a Greatshield of Helm, a five-foot tall Towershield, gleaming with perfection and pride of his deity. It can be gathered as a squire he has served under the former Firstsword Fiona Lightfellow, more aptly known as the Ace of Blades, and currently serves directly under Lady Ornrion Kyra Greytower as the Unit Swordmajor. His interactions with the Ice-Borns, those whom he arrived with, are much less common.
Havardr is usually found patrolling South West Cormyr, including Greatgaunt. He patrols the roads leading out of the village often, and is found in the small square at times. Gossips of locals reveal he is engaged to the Gravedigger's daughter, Susan.
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Ismene- A monk; Avowed of Candlekeep Willem Littledale- An Ironsworn
Willowy, thin and delicate-seeming, Katernin still manages to exude a remarkable sense of self-possession and confidence. Her voice is crisp, precise and retains a faint musicality. At the age of twenty-seven, her appearance leads many to assume her, on the surface, much younger, however her disposition and elevated, refined manner of speech lead others to assume precisely the opposite. Katernin tends to dress in rich velvets or silks, her scarlet robes trimmed in the polychromatic hues of the school of Illusion. Katernin tends to affect a thin, inscrutable smile that hints at some underlying amusement perhaps known only to her. She laughs but rarely, but when voiced the laugh has an oddly-girlish musical innocent quality. More often her humor is voiced in dry, dead-pan tones and her wit has caused her to be termed, on several occasions by acquaintances, as 'insufferable.'
Katernin Rvmekova was born in Eltabarr in DR1350 to Vladimir Rvmekova and Yvgenia nee Zhaar Rvmekova. Vladimir, of partial Rashemi blood, was a successful self-made trader who made his initial fortune in the trade of sturgeon eggs, a delicacy amongst the wealthier Mulan. Though rumors of disreputable practices were oft voiced against the ambitious Vladimir, the entrepeneur was always fastidious about making sure the proper palms were sufficiently greased. Vladimir, despite possessing little formal education of his own became an admirer and contributor to the arts in Eltabarr. It was through these connections that he came to encounter and court a young Yvgenia Zhaar. Ms. Zhaar had, despite the protestations of her family, become an actress and singer. Irrefutably beautiful and uncannily witty, Ms. Zhaar had swiftly gained notoreity for her portrayals of lesser-born beauties whom snared the affections of older powerful men. Despite a genuine affection for her husband, eventually the practiced roles began to morph into realities. Despite uncertainties regarding Katernin’s actual paternity, Yvgenia always insisted that Vladimir was the father. Shortly after, however, the child’s birth, the named father disappeared under mysterious conditions.
The Zhaar family, already well-placed and possessed of some wealth, greatly increased their financial werewithal with the annexation of Vladimir’s trading concerns. Katernin’s early years were opulent and she was afforded opportunities that even more highly-placed scions were denied. The Zhaar family’s connections brought the young girl, who displayed a remarkably advanced intellect at an incredibly young age to the attentions of a young scholastic Red Wizard by the name of Dmitra Flass. The future Tharchion was, at that time, pursuing several expiriments with early childhood education. At only the age of four, Katernin was too young for the sanctioned scholastic expiriments of Ms Flass, but another, unsanctioned expiriment found her.
Dmitra Flass, in seeking to find answers regarding the manifestation of magical abilities, was using suggestive enchantments to convince inept candidates of their ability to perform magic whilst she, herself, performed the required spells. The initial results were unsuccessful in nearly all regards, however, the extremely young Ms Rvmekova showed a remarkable and unprecedented ability to not only cooperate and even coopt Ms. Flass’ efforts, but also add depth and dimension to the illusions, at one point even transforming an intended figment into a glamer.
Ms. Flass’ recommendation was enough to see Katernin tested and eventually enrolled as a Red Wizard candidate despite some concerns over the girl’s Rashemi blood. Katernin enrolled as Katernin Zhaar, taking her mother’s Mulani name, but reverted to her birth name, after consulting with Dmitra Flass after her mission to infiltrate the Wyclaran, just prior to her Trial by Fire.
When the War of Zulkir’s broke out, Ms Rvmekova joined the Guild of Foreign Trade and was posted to the Enclave in Proskur. She remains a contact and sometime agent of Tharchion Flass using a variety of cleverly constructed messaging tactics, some of which go through Mulmaster.
Fenix, born under the family name of Talos, was the son of Orflec, a butcher. His father was a very proud, but often short tempered and impulsive man. He ruled his home with a tyrannical reign. In his fits, blows would be exchanged between him and his son, although the exchange was one sided at Fenix's young age. This abuse is what would lead to the inevitable mental scarring Fenix faces in coming times.
Throughout his life, Fenix discovered an affinity toward the natural world. He felt a connection with nature and its creatures. It was not uncommon for him to spend time around the animals his father kept outside the butchery, and seek refuge there during his father's outbursts. The animals seemed to protect him. They would shroud him and care for him, almost as if they communicated their empathy for him.
When he was not among these creatures, he would often lose himself in the forrest skirting the town. Without any real responsibility, he would wander the trees until dusk, losing himself in their beauty and feeling at peace in the world. He would continue this ritual almost daily for years. It was the only sense of security and ease in his life.
As time went on, his father's outbursts would get darkened with more rage and more ferocity. After one such instance, Fenix found himself again in his wooded sanctuary. As he wandered aimlessley, he began to hear the faint beauty of a maiden's song. The tune was faint, but he was certain of its existance. Drawn to the sound, he explored the darker depths of these woods. To his surprise, he stumbled upon a woman by the name of Zhiek Ec'Talia.
She explained her plight to the young man. The details provided were vague, as the girl was partially maddened by her confinement. She was bound to a nearby stone, unable to leave its vicinity or interact with it directly. It was a form of torture she was subjigated to, though she did not outright explain why. Excited by his presence, she bartered for his help. She would forever bind her loyalty to him, and teach him the basics of the arcane ways she had picked up long ago, and in return, he must free her from her imprisonment here.
Fenix and Zhiek continued to meet in these woods for a long time. Zhiek had exhausted her small catalog of lessons for the boy, and allowed him to train on his own time. Fenix was very adept at this arcane art, as he began to explore more mystic forms. He altered the forms of creatures and objects around him. His power was progressing steadily. After not long, he began to alter his own shape as well. He found that he could strengthen his physical and mental conditions with these alterations. This realization began to consume his mentality. Each change began to degenerate his mind, if only slightly.
A dark day in his history came to pass. Fenix's father, in another outburst, came to learn of his son's magical practice. As a man of old customs, he was against such a thing in his own home. The rage brought upon him was insatiable. He said that Fenix was nothing more than a degenerate. He was some kind of abomination. His father stormed out of the room, and returned with his butchery knife. He said nothing more than his desire to bring retribution to his family name with the dispatch of his son.
As his father began his attacks on Fenix, a struggle was brought out. Mentally, Fenix had snapped from the years of abuse in his life. Fighting for control over the situation, Fenix began to feel a darker force taking over inside of him. He felt his shape change into something more chaotic than he had ever experienced. His control began to slip as he succumbed to this primordial desire. His memory faded soon, and when he came through he saw nothing more than the bloodied corpse of a man laying on the floor. It was eviscerated completely. He left this shell of a home and returned to his forest.
His memory fading slowly, he found his one dependant, the only being he could remember fully, Zhiek. Zhiek had known little about Fenix's life but could tell something was disturbing him. She noticed a change in his resolve. But upon questioning, Fenix said nothing more than it was time for a new life.
They left that obscure village that day. Fenix, in his damaged state, took upon himself a new name, Vale. Symbolic of his mystery shrouded past, he took a sadistic liking to the alias. Fenix Vale, that was a name he could get used to. A name a man could forge a life with...
Expanded Bio: (This is where I will update with story changes) As his mind faded, so did his ability. He no longer remembered his abilities, the great power he trained himself in so desperately. This was not to say it was forgotten though, as shadows and remnants of this past would float through his mind and his demeanor. He would often notice small things as he wandered: a claw forming on his hand, fangs in place of his teeth, an affinity to growl when angered, but nothing that displayed his true potential outright.
As his stay in Cormyr lengthened, much had changed in his demeanor. He has become more openly friendly, though still quite wary. He holds himself to a high standard in some cases, trying to keep a level head around most. He has yet to remember his past beyond small fragments that appear, certain words that trigger a memory to him. He has begun to embrace his affinity to nature, and it has rewarded him with his abilities to shift once more. They are not near the degree he once had, but the ability pleases him. He can be seen often in these forms once again, still finding them preferable to his natural one.
Zhiek has seemed to disappear from his company, finding companionship elsewhere. Her story and his are no longer intertwined, with only passing glances and the rare time spent seeming to keep them together. Fenix does not know where she has gone, or if she was finally freed.
It was a dark and stormy night during the winter of 1354. The cry of a newborn baby echoes in the small stone-built room. The rain licks a broken window. The storm breaks the earth passing by the poor-lighted, houses. "Her name will be gifted from the Night", her mother whispered thus she was called Nyxta.
Twenty and two, long Winters had endowed her, with skin as white as the snow& and hair embraced by silken white color. The red on her lips; tempting... She was gifted by such beauty, that the sun which has seen so much, would dazzle to the view.
It is known that sorcerers carry blood of magical creatures… The alluring charisma, gift and curse in the same time.
Nyxta rarely speaks of her past. She does not know much of her bloodline either.
She was raised by her mother in the shadows of the woods, continuously changing places such as abandoned caves and hats. Snakes talking to her dreams bothered Nyxta’s youth, but she would soon get over it. The winters pass and a half-orc, named Bruut came to their lives; he with his scythe, was a useful companion for the two women.
A few words of her mother: She was a dark hearted witchy woman, follower of Shar. She was hissing even more and often she was seen opening gates and speaking unknown languages with beasts, agents of chaos and evil.
Apparently it came to her suspicion that one of the creatures she had seen coming from the gate, was her own father. Tall and muscled… a human handsome and fearsome in the same time.
And an old note confirms it. “Nothing can save me my child. It was a foolish thought to make that pact with a demon ……*burned paper*….. I was enchanted by your mother’s foul intensions and now invisible chains hold my hands within the gates of Abyss ……*burned paper*……….entropy and chaos rule here, I now regret it……do never seek for me, do never enter this land. …. The war is endless here.”
Dark sorcery, can control a man’s heart…How could she reverse that.
The past is shattered.
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In his early forties, he still possesses a child like demeanour, spending most of his life interacting with animals rather than people left him very socially awkward, making every other word spoken either "um" or "uh"...
Despite this, he loves all creatures, intelligent or otherwise. Disliking violence but not afraid to call upon the fury of the storm to set the balance right.
Though he wears his hood up around those he doesn't know, his face isn't concealed. The kind eyes and twig-filled beard are visible. In the summer time, the twigs begin to bloom, causing leaves to erupt from his beard as well.
His stature is not imposing, average in height and breadth.
His armour appears made from interlocking plates of ironwood. His scimitar glows with a dull heat when drawn.
A large dire wolf is commonly seen at his side when he is out in the wilderness. Unlike other animals, Anton had been awakened, granting him near human intelligence.
...many would say wolves are already cunning enough...
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Post by Entori Be'te'waaaaaaaaa on Aug 17, 2013 18:18:08 GMT -5
Entori Be'te'wa of the green isle. age:145 /(345)
Entori is currently seen at he stands 5'5 and lithe. with finely braided hair, and trappings of light cloth, all marked with elven runes or elven make. he bears a duskwood ring with shards of a broken inscribed Beljuril. His eyes are a deep blue, that scan and study much of what is around him.
he is often speaking to kin, or private matters in hushed voices. He is occasionally seen making as well as armor, and magical goods. However he keeps his dealings with elves more private then with the general population. he often writes in large journals and tomes in elven.
his landmark item, a staff that he has been seen crafting for over a year, always rests nearby. (below)
To those who knew him, to what he is now. There is and has been a finite change in his manner, confidence anew in his eyes, yet much of the argumentative and stubborn pride has been washed away. Throughout the realm his attention is drawn to kin he see's and to matters either at risk to Cormyr or to the hullack. His cloak bears a rune of his, and his step is quiet. It is not unknown to see the mage stalk off quietly into the woodlands or to occasionally simply sit and watch the goings on to the notice, or lack there of, of the common folk.
"Eha'fae'othril" short for; Ehalaer'faern'Ilaerothril, meaning the staff who stands guard over magic, is the name placed upon the this work. It is a creation of the elven wizard Entori Be'te'wa.
The staff bears at it's crown a Star Sapphire, it has etched gold attaching it to a staff of Iron wood, painstakingly carved, bears below the gemstone a grouping of Forest Lilies and matching leaf's. Separating this section from the next is a carved Celtic work ring.
Below the Ring is three holy symbols
Equally spaced around the staff, is the holy symbol of Corellon Larthian, it is a shining simple silver cresent moon.
The next is a golden with bronze hue , Sun with ray's reaching skyward, it is the Elven god, Labelas Enoreth's Symbol,
Thirdly is the Symbol of Lady Mystra. The seven star's upon the staff is done in purple and red gemstones. A purple crystal has been ground and ground into a fine powered and spread along the face of the carved recess and glued into place, where 7 shards of ruby have been cut and placed in a semi circle.
Again a etched Celtic circle is below this separating the hand hold from the rest of the staff. The hand hold is a spiraling cut, around the staff, it is quite similar to a "barber pole" but Elongated for an elven grip.
The Portion that remained for runes now stands a curved tree, carved out and a mithril tree inlaid into it, Atop of each tree there is stars, 3 are beljurils, 3 are moonstoons, the top a shinning flawless diamond.
the tree is given depth and character by having lines etched upon it, Upon closer inspection these are runes, the bases for spells. Like the stars above, which are cut in a princess fashion each star bears a series of tiny runes around the outside of the cut. each gemstone was filed, and polished gleaming and set with mithril.
Finally the bottom 1.5 feet, is a Admantine fuller, heavy, sturdy, it gives a sharp end to the staff and a sturdy base. balancing the staff and protecting it from the grim and grit along the roads of Cormyr.
Etched into the fuller is an enslavement, of the Litany of Arrows in elven.
May our Arrows Fly Swift, May our Blades Strike True, May our Spells Smite our Foes and Shield Us from Harm
name: Kerri Amblewood race: human Tethyrian/Chondathan gender: female built: medium built and height hair: dark brown eyes: hazel (apparently I made them blue IG) skin: dusky and tanned
Quiet, shy and introspective, this middle-length young woman is of medium-built, neither too curvatious nor boyish. She wears sturdy clothes and boots, almost passing as any simple girl you can see in any small town. The long days in the sun have turned her already dusky-colored skin to even more tanned. And her hands show proof that she's used to hard work.
However, she's obviously something of a crackpot or a freak among the commoners. She isn't seen gossiping with other young women her age; neither with the men, young or otherwise. In fact, she appears to be of above average intelligence and her speach patterns are much more proper than the commoner drawl.
She keeps herself clean, her clothes in good shape, and her hair neatly combed. Other than that, she doesn't augment her appearance with make-up or jewelry as many other women do. Despite that, she still appears to be prettier and as if she was wearing finary and not peasant garb.
If not working, she can most often be seen gawking at the Greatgauntian adventurers.
Last Edit: Sept 2, 2013 12:39:07 GMT -5 by mandene
Player of: Ariean The Clanless, Warden of Hullack, Many Titles