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Post by Roland on Feb 24, 2017 3:28:16 GMT
It had taken so long. Roland had been rummaging through what was left of the wreckage and fauna from the moon temple before it was attacked for hours and his face was covered in sweat. This work was unpleasant and was only serving to make him tired, but at last he held in his hand a black metallic scale. He'd been looking for leads on the dragon that attached this place since his trial had been ordained, and while he had no idea whether or not he could actually defeat and capture a dragon, he was going to need an edge, both to find it and fight it. At last he had that edge.
With a triumphant pose he raised the scale into the air as the tassels of his coat, which had been moving debris close around it for safe keeping. With this scale Roland would be able to track the individual who had attacked the moon temple all those months ago. He grimaced as he though of Aveline's worried expression as he had explained what his ordeal was. She was not going to like the idea of him doing this on his own. Maybe he should bring someone as backup...that thought reminded him of his appalling lack of powerful friends who were not part of court.
With that though he stared at the scale in contemplation.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2017 18:03:34 GMT
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in and black and brown leather getup, the collar wrapping around her neck and tipping down into her chest, the sleeves stopping just at her shoulders. There was a belt resting at her waist, holding her sword as usual, and though she was wearing skin tight pants, the top flowed down like a skirt, ending at her calves and parting at the front in the middle at her waist. Her feet and legs were covered by very tall laced leather boots, and her arms from her wrists to her elbows were covered in brown metal gauntlets. With her blonde hair up in a high curly ponytail that bounced when she walked, she made her way towards Mylee’s statue, stopping when she heard a noise. She glanced over, finding a familiar face. Why on earth are you staring at that? She asked flatly, making her presence known. [newclass=.BOXU]width:400px; min-height: 120px;z-index: -1;[/newclass][newclass=.TAGSU]opacity: 0; transition: all 0.5s ease; -webkit-transition: all 0.5s ease; -moz-transition: all 0.5s ease; -o-transition: all 0.5s ease; -ms-transition: all 0.5s ease; z-index: 3; background-color:#fff;width:200px;border: 3px #eee double; font-size:11px;[/newclass][newclass=.BOXU:hover .TAGSU]opacity: 1; transition: all 0.5s ease; -webkit-transition: all 0.5s ease; -moz-transition: all 0.5s ease; -o-transition: all 0.5s ease; -ms-transition: all 0.5s ease; z-index: 3;[/newclass] |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2017 15:21:35 GMT
There's a man looking for hard people for hard work
The old captain of the guard put up that notice.
Roland? I'd stay away from that man he's bad news.
He's a traitor...
Think I saw him heading towards the ruins of the temple.
Yeah, the temples just a pile of rubble after the attack.
It was a dragon...
Rumors were a curious thing. Bastard children of Truth and Lie that traveled faster than either parent could ever dream. They spilled forth from the lips of the common man, worming their way into the mouths of others like a plague. They were almost as dangerous and often took more attributes from the latter parent than the former. There always seemed to be a shred of credence to them usually, it was often minute. Karrhig had taken a gamble, a leap of faith that only a man without any other option could take. He'd already tried his hand at the arena and refused to borrow coin from his friends. Work, no matter how dangerous, was work. If it filled the ork's belly or opened up opportunities for more lucrative dealings in the future it was something that he had to jump on even if it did seem a little far fetched. The notion that the Moon Temple had been destroyed by a dragon was the most preposterous thing he'd heard in years but he'd already made up his mind on the matter. He'd find this Roland, find out if he was truly looking for help, and, with luck, make something. He told himself that he'd be ready no matter what came. Nothing, not even the rumors, could have prepared him for the truth.
Karrhig saw the rubble of the Moon Temple long before he spotted the pair that stood amidst it. His heart beat faster, his stomach knotted, and bile began to bite at the back of his throat. The ork swallowed, fighting back the feelings that began to bubble forth. The temple had been a special place to him as a child. He'd spent so many mornings with his father before the statue of Mylee praying, learning, laughing. The Moon Temple had been a refuge for the gray child a place where he could forget that he was different. Where he could put on the robes, just like papa, and be part of something. Karrhig bit into his cheek sharply, the bitter taste of blood washing over his tongue as he forced himself to hold his composure, using the pain as motivation. There would be time to mourn the loss of the temple later. For now, he had to hold himself together and maintain the same cold front presented. The ork's footsteps regained their surety, his bare feet padding over the scattered marble as he approached a pair that had been at first unseen. A fair woman and a man dressed in black wearing a wide-brimmed hat. Guess the rumor about the hat was true, Kar told himself as he urged himself forward. He stopped short of the two, giving them a wide enough birth as to not present himself as a threat but close enough to speak. Kar's solitary eye was drawn toward the shimmer of a large scale grasped between the man's fingers. And the dragon. Kar arrived just in time to hear the woman's inquiry.
"It's an oddity, beautiful, almost, in the way that only dangerous things can be. I'd stare at it too. Can't say I've seen too many dragon scales." Karrhig said, hopefully drawing attention to himself. Not that his approach hadn't made plenty of noise. He hadn't made any attempt to conceal himself and doing so would have been next to impossible without the aid of magic or an incredibly elaborate distraction. Hiding an ork that towered over the tallest of men and weighed more than a large pony was a hard feat to accomplish even with the aid of both of those. It was funny that he mentioned the scale to be an oddity as he was very much one himself. He stood beside the two in nearly ruined armor the gut string stitching of his jerkin threatening to give away with a wrong move. The leather leggings that reached down to mid calf had been mended and patched so often that they were a hodgepodge of colors. A gray cloak made for a smaller man, a human man, was draped over his shoulders hiding their nakedness but left the bottoms of his biceps exposed to the elements exposing a plethora of ragged scars. The hood of the cloak was pulled back allowing his face to be seen by all. If his physique left any question as to what he was his visage did not. Haggard, squared off features partially hidden by a thick layer of scruff up on his cheeks. The top of his thick lips, forced out by a pair of four inch long tusks, was devoid of hair. Above that was a lone iron gray eye that was trained upon the ebon scale.
"Roland, yes? I've heard that you're looking for capable people to take into the Forever Forest." Kar's head shifted slightly setting his black braided tresses swaying. "My name is Karrhig Baird." An orkish first name combined with a human surname. "I'd like to offer my services," he said as he crossed tree trunk thick arms over his leather clad chest. "I could provide references if need be."
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Post by Roland on Feb 28, 2017 0:10:08 GMT
Roland began magically probing the scale, but soon found himself having no avail. He extended his hand with the scale in it and a silver light from his eyes shined as several spectral hounds appeared from the the air and sniffed the scale. He watched them expectantly, but after several hearty sniffs the hounds looked up at him and whimpered before returning to wherever they had emerged from.
"Damn," He grunted with a look of disappointment. Then he heard the voice ask him what he was looking at and he looked up to find Esme. "A dragon's scale, unfortuntately it's been here too long for most of my tracking spells to work on it." He admitted. Roland was an excellent tracker, but most of his focus had been on the immediate chase of criminals, not trying to track some kind of shapeshifter from a scale nearly a year old.
As the large ork approached he looked at both the blond woman and large green individual and actually smirked. "I don't supposed either of you know a good way to track a dragon would you?" Roland did not appear intimidated by either presence, in fact he seemed to be doing better than last time Esme had seen him. This was the hunt to find someone who had damaged this city, his city, where he was born and raised. Even if he could not be the captain of the guard anymore he could uphold the oath of that office one last time. In many ways he was grateful to Noku for giving him this task, letting the Mage Hound go on one last hunt.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2017 1:14:10 GMT
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She watched as Roland did some kinda magic with the scale in his hand, not close enough right away to tell exactly what it is he was doing. When he answered her, she nodded with an “ohhhh” in response. She had remembered the dragon attack on the temple; Mylee hadn’t been too thrilled about it. Her eyes shot to the side, hearing heavy foot steps headed in their direction; the body to which quickly presented itself moments later, a booming voice to match. Esme arched a brow at the creature, never having seen one like him up close before. When he asked Roland about the mission she’d also inquired about before, Esme tilted her head to the side, noting how Roland dismissed the Ork’s forever forest question. After he introduced himself, Esme took a stop towards him, her hand shooting up to shake his. I’m Esme. He seemed well intentioned enough, and she was trying to make friends. At least; different friends than her fellow Fallen friend.
She turned back to Roland as he spoke, asking if either of them knew how to track a dragon. If Esme had her flight, she would just scan the city, but without it her tracking skills were majorly lacking. She shook her head with a shrug, not knowing how to help him.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2017 17:55:05 GMT
Karrhig was greeted by the blonde woman before Roland was done with his inner musings. A small pale hand shooting out to greet him accompanied by a name. The corner of Kar's lips twitched upwards in a facsimile of what most would call a smile. "A pleasure, Esme," he replied his hand completely enveloping her's in its grip as he gave it a light shake. "I take it you're a part of Roland's expedition as well?" he asked as he took in her appearance. She was a tiny thing, more than two feet shorter than Karrhig, forcing him to tilt his head down in order to look at her let alone make eye contact. She didn't appear frail though and the sword at her side looked like a familiar weight to her. He gave an approving nod more so to himself than to the other two. The question that rang out from their 'leader' took Kar's gaze from Esme just as the two ethereal hounds returned to wherever Roland had conjured them. The ork gave a slight shrug before glancing around to inspect the damaged landscape.
"It's a dragon, pretty big. Someone's bound to have seen it going one way or another." Kar knew well the power of rumors and they had served him well this time. There was no telling if the trio could take the word of the common man on this matter. Chances were there were all sorts of loons and attention starved drunks willing to tell tales of how they watched the dragon soar through the air with some magnificent display and all sorts of embellishments to make the tale all the more impressive. That and the information would probably be painfully out of date. "That or you get yourself another dragon to track the first," Kar said more out of jest than sincere input. In truth, he had no idea how to track an airborne creature not even something as big as a dragon.
Between Roland's question, the scale in his hand, and the vague request Kar had already pieced together the true intention of this job at least partially. Hunting dragons wasn't his forte but he'd come face to face with the beast once or twice in his years of adventuring. He still bore the scars of his past encounters with them. He wasn't keen on coming face to face with one of them again but a job was a job.
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Post by Roland on Mar 14, 2017 3:11:39 GMT
Roland nodded at the two as the Ork began to speak and he Esme seemed to give both of them a skeptical look. As he hears the Ork speak Roland realizes he probably thinks that this is part of the Forever Forest expedition. "I see where the mistake is here. you're thinking this is for the Forever Forest posting, Esme is a part of that team, but this is an errand I am running for his majesty."
As he continues to examine the scale he walks into the reconstructed temple and places it in the altar of the blank Caster statue. Drawing several symbols in the air Roland begins to cast a scrying spell on the scale.
"I am trying to track down the dragon that destroyed the moon temple and bring it to justice." He explains as he continues to work.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2017 1:29:39 GMT
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Esme felt her hand get completely enveloped by Kar’s and her initial thought was “Woah warm hand.” which almost made her laugh, but she kept it inside. Expedition? She asked initially, though Roland cleared up her confusion immediately, to which she let out a long “ooooohhh” and nodded along. She arched an eyebrow at him when he claimed to be doing this for the king. I thought you didn’t work for him anymore? Based on the rumours, that would be the truth she knew.
When he explained why he was hunting it, Esme couldn’t deny it was a noble cause; Mylee had been rather irked by the whole situation; not that she cared anymore. I don’t know what help I can be, but I’m willing to lend a hand. she offered with a shrug.
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