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Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

@shagranoz If you ask me: Almost nothing. I'm wondering where everyone suddenly is and if this will come back to life one day :(

Rosa Clare Academy - Cryptid Haven and School of Learning 2.0

Asmund Gjanarsson

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Laurel and Vlad proved themselves to be quite adept at leaving the more than hulking gifted behind. Asmund wasn't eager to follow them either though. As long as there wouldn't burst any hostilities in flames between the...

Oh no. Well... did Vlad have some sort of hidden telepathic connection with him or was it just pure accidental coincidence that he made him spot a plume of strange dust that consumed itself in a noticeable blast shortly after it had been sent out ? Couldn't one have a peaceful morning after having spent a lot of past-midnight effort to move all of one's furniture around ? It made him quite a bit angry.

Despite the incredible amount of muscle in his legs, Asmund certainly wasn't the fastest around the block. Perhaps it was because he also feasted so much. It didn't take long for him to realize that by the time he would have caught up with them, things could very well have escalated badly now that Vlad had started throwing flames around. He did know however that he had something up his sleeve that would be much faster than him and could still be effective in stopping them.

There was a strange sound that suddenly approached the two from behind. If they were not too busy with themselves, they could probably hear it coming closer very rapidly and with an undulation in it as if it was caused by an object than spun around itself while flying. Asmund had tried to give it an aim as good as he had been able to given the very short amount of time available, but it was not sufficient to avoid every bush and every branch. The sound of cracking wood and smashed leaves mixed with the other noise. No, that probably would not help in calming down Laurel...

It hit the ground a few yards in front of Vlad, sending a column of dirt up into the air and leaving a remarkable impact site behind as it started to defy physics. The glinting thing bounced off and started flying in a wide circle despite not being subjected to any noticeable forces. It seemed as if it went to hit its owner, but Asmund picked it out of its trajectory with apparent ease. The object looked like one of these decorative amulets some people were wearing occasionally, but it was much larger.

"Would you two just stop what you are doing ?" he shouted, covering the remaining gap between them that he was trying to close.

@Aspen Wren@KuramaaaZ

Rosa Clare Academy - Cryptid Haven and School of Learning 2.0

Gonna post when I'm back from work. Have to go now.

Fae Wild (A RP with myself and Fetzen)

@Eviledd1984

Madawc noticed the mute's stare at him. "Hey, what are you thinking ?" He had to speak a bit louder as the distance had become a bit larger than it had been before. He got a gut feeling that it could have something to do with the mercenaries...

Rosa Clare Academy - Cryptid Haven and School of Learning 2.0

I should have given Asmund a reminiscence of Sleipnir at hand. That would come in really handy right now xD

Rosa Clare Academy - Cryptid Haven and School of Learning 2.0

Hmm how do I get Asmund back into this nice little equation unfolding between Laurel and Vlad... Can he outrun/catch up with them running ?

Fae Wild (A RP with myself and Fetzen)

@Eviledd1984

"How long is it and how long do you expect us to take to get there ? We have to keep track of how many supplies we have left." The demon started to slowly fall behind. "And what will happen if the king can see behind this 'make things look like normal' ? Isn't it likely that he will issue another order for another... mission... that is not compatible with this one of yours ?"

Torn Across the Rift

Vaughtar

The situation developed - for not saying 'worsened' - much faster than the gargoyle had anticipated. Vaughtar instantaneously decided that it was damn time to head out and be of assistance as even he could hear the incredibly loud sound of this strange kind of weapon the marines were using and smell blood. It smelled exactly the same as it did on Munimis...

One could guess how many calories he was burning off during the seconds of his ascend. The dark, grey creature vanished in a plume of white dust as it launched forward on all four as if there had been a really big thing in front of him that he had suddenly wanted to rip into innocent pieces. However it was 'just' him breaking through the cloud, already airborne after just like two dozen feet or so. On the ground, the whiteout continued to grow as now air was pushed downwards onto the snow cover with each of his wing flaps.

Vaughtar didn't go up to a high altitude however. Both the severely impaired visibility conditions and the fact that the distance he had to cover was rather short made it futile to go anywhere above like 50 feet. The downward slope increased his speed rapidly, reducing the few hundred meters to a very short hop.

But where to engage ? The snabbit's hole was already blown out and the marines seemed to be able to keep them at bay quite well. As the gargoyle circled in order to assess the situation more closely, he felt pretty oversized for fighting such small creatures. However Natasha seemed to be in distress, and though it appeared that the marines could open fire on her pursuers, he decided to kick himself into action by performing a slam-dunk approach.

He didn't flare. Behind Natasha, there was an enormous thud moments after Vaughtar's shadow had gone over her head. He had crashed deliberately, creating a mess consisting of a wall of snow, another white cloud and snabbits buried in it. According to the trail of blood, he had made ground contact on at least two of them and spread their bodies along his line of skidding. Now what did the marines call these things they had just used for blowing that hole ? He didn't have the word at hand, but he tried to get airborne and out again as fast as he could in order to allow them being less hesitant about using it again.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

An-Hasst Ahal

Username: Fetzen

Character Name: An-Hasst Ahal

Race/Species: Skayleigh

Gender: Male

Age: 77

Career/Class: Ranger, Craftsman.

Weapons:

• The main item in his possession that one could consider something purposefully designed to be a weapon is an armor-piercing crossbow that once has been acquired from a fallen Andred warrior, though not by himself. It is some sort of family heirloom - its heavy use in past times can be seen on it, but its very well-kept and fully functional. A matter of fact that acts for An-Hasst is that he can use it much more efficiently than its original owner, due to his strength, size and halfway elfish tradition.
• A quiver of two types of bolts for his crossbow: The smaller fraction of them (10 pieces) is reinforced and up to very high quality standards. They have a chance to be reusable if one has the opportunity to collect them. The larger fraction (20 pieces) has been made by himself and consists of strong wood with tips made out of stone. They aren't as strong and usually shatter upon impact, but, given the proper environmental resources, can be replaced by him in the field.
• A pair of short blades that actually are bayonets to be attached to the front of the crossbow. However, in an emergency, they can be used as improvised standalone weapons.

Physical Description:
An-Hasst's appearance can roughly be classified into two different arenas, one for each of the two very different heritages of him. His hair is moderately long, very dense, soft and of a golden color as it is quite typical for wood elves. He ties it together, forming a queue that runs down his back. His eyes are blue-gray and unremarkable, yet his almost pale-grayish skin seems to lack any stain of combat action of other, natural imperfections. Some people consider him very attractive because of that. His nose is large and pointy, his lips usually form a thin line across his face, more often than not a rather grim looking one. An-Hasst's ears are where one approaches the big other part of him as they are less pointed than they would have to be for a real elf. The word 'big' is to be taken literally here: He is easily towering above men and elves alike with a height of seven feet four inches (2.24m). His body is lean with major blood vessels deforming his skin where the run closely beneath it. What dramatically helps this effect is the fact that he has grown up with very thick, sturdy bones and a lot of muscular bulk across his entire body. Even with his half-elf origins, he still weighs about 340 pounds (155 kg), though estimates not considering this could be noticeably higher.
His clothing departs from the woad elves' ways as he wears simplistic, gray-white wool clothing that doesn't cost much and with two parts that are held together only by a thin rope instead around his waist instead of a real girdle. It is not that uncommon to see him with bare feet, given that the road he's walking on isn't too dirty and in good condition. In other cases, he wraps his feet in leather.

Armor: An-Hasst refuses wearing metal-based armor. However, being a woodcutter with a great knowledge about forests, he was able to come up with an alternate solution. He has stitched small-sized scales carved out of ironwood onto a large leather coat with an underlying lining of cloth to serve both as a protection against cold weather and against blunt weapons. The thing runs down almost to his feet and is long-sleeved. If one looks more closely, one can discover that some of the wooden scales feature additional decorations and that these are arranged in a pattern across the back part that forms a large sigil - a symbol of his family. The construction isn't as effective as a real steel armor and it isn't much lighter either, but it doesn't obstruct his movement as much and repairs can be done more easily without requiring a forge.

Other equipment:

• Money: 18 Silver, 5 Copper.
• Mobile woodworking tools like a strong knife and a rather tiny axe.
• Foodstuff for three to four days (probably more for smaller people).

Mental Description/Personality: An-Hasst can probably be described best by saying that he is torn apart between the two realms he comes from: On one hand he demonstrates calmness for most of the time. On the other hand, when his mood really gets bad, the barrier around his elfish being breaks down and he transits into a much more rugged and violent attitude. This can happen rather suddenly and it requires knowing him for some time in order to see the indicators shadowing forth this transition. He more often than not apologizes afterwards, but havoc can already have been wreaked by then. It would not be the first time for him to get into trouble because of this and since he is easily recognizeable, one wouldn't be the first one to be more cautious about him. He is open-minded and tolerant by his wood-elfish nature, but the experience of constant, more or less subtle harassment and prejudices have made him at least wary and calculating as the people standing opposite of him.

He speaks Northern common and the native Skayleigh language. The latter fact allows him to understand significant bits of both the Wood Elves' language and the Giants' tongue, though speaking it himself is more difficult and more or less broken.

Goals: His family has the tradition of sending their children out onto a long voyage that, ideally, should take them across as large parts of the world as possible without diving too much into danger. It should serve as a way to broaden their knowledge, foster their ability to stand on their own and also learn something about possible enemies. There is no real time limit on it, the childs are free to come back whenever they think their journey is complete. It is clear that not coming back at all will cause unnecessary worries, and so far none in the familiy's line of ancestors is known to have pulled that off. However, An-Hasst is already known for taking the thing about 'too much danger' not too seriously... It happens that he is not only in Riverhope, but also willing on joining the party.

Background/History:
Today's Skayleigh are not born by a real giant mating a wood elf, or at least they normally aren't. They constitute their own nation with every member of it being half elf, half giant, and thereby being able to pass on the two different heritages fifty-fifty to their children even without a giant involved. The Ahal family is considered to be one of the more remarkable ones - not for being wealthy, but they were and are still earning their prestige with an outstanding tradition of woodcutting, making furnitures, bows and other things alike they are quite renowned for.

Their numbers have declined over the past centuries, several of its members were killed in the ongoing struggle against Andred. An-Hasst currently is the second-youngest member of the bloodline, his parents being Karal (father) and Fafae (mother). He has been sent on his long journey about four years ago, and, as tradition dictates, his first destination were the far northern mountain ridges where the Skayleigh's real giant ancestors live. It wasn't exactly delightful, but making such an experience likely is the real idea behind it. Since going to Andred has not been an option for a long time, he then headed east towards the Praelior peninsula, leaving the Kaelic region. Then he went for the Priemieval Forest where the wood elves live, the other nation where half of their original ancestors stem from.

One could think that someone who has travelled this far and even without major incident has to be very worldly and very experienced. An-Hasst isn't. The reason ? He would never tell his parents, but he is rather annoyed by this tradition of having to visit one more or less interesting, Skayleigh-antipathy infested part of the world after the other. That's why he is treating the entire thing more like a checklist with items on it one has to run through as efficiently as possible without looking too much to left or right. He speeded, only spending extended periods of time at locations he was really interested in like the giant's highlands of the far outskirts of the Dreadlands when he was a guest of the wood elves. He was clever enough not to venture any further into it than that though.

Riverhope essentially is his oversized, sophisticated base camp for visiting what few civilized places there are accessible for men like him. He first had to replenish his supplies not only of food and water, but especially on gold, silver and copper. For this purpose, he picked up a job as a kind of doorman for a local tavern. It could be this job that theoretically could have got him the invitation since it made many people see him and his remarkable appearance. However he isn't in the job anymore as he has certainly overdone it with a particularly refractory drunk guy that got, well, let's say quite a beating.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

It was shortly before the somewhat flamboyant entry of the queen's representative and while at least one could already her 'song' that someone else's magic presence went completely undetected - for a virtually complete lack of existence. An-Hasst approached the Hearth and Flagon in a rush, knowing that there wasn't time left to loose for him. If it had not been the queen herself that he had expected, he would probably have hurried even more.

The half-elf almost slammed open the door, but managed to intercept its journey towards the wall 180 degrees around before there was a loud bang. At first glance it could have seemed that he had just stumbled over something in an unlucky moment, perhaps a piece of uneven pavement, or that he was just so exhausted that he bent forward. Then it became clear that it actually was the only way for him to get through without hitting the frame. An-Hasst combined turning around to close the door with casting a glance at the group that had assembled around the longish table in front of him. These had to be his future companions, or at least he hoped so because one of the last things he could afford now was to be busy finding the right gathering in here.

He wore some sort of cloak, however the thing was bristling with scales out of a material that possibly was not very familiar to everyone. The sound of them sliding above and hitting each other as their owner made his way to the next chair didn't fit the suspicion that they could be made out of metal and the very dark brown color didn't match up with that thought either. The chair he sat down on was so low in relation to his body that it just had to lack a serious bit of comfort, but apparently a Skayleigh wasn't what people were expecting here. Aside from that, the piece of furniture did put on a considerable amount of audible protest against him as well.

For the lack of time, it was not until both the queen's sister's address and the initial reactions to it had ended that An-Hasst raised his own, very chesty but not unfriendly voice: "I have to agree to these questions. I'm likely completely lacking personal expertise in this region, but... There must have occured something that either greatly increases their power or greatly decreases that of Riverhope, doesn't it ? A sudden increase in available might would explain why they are suddenly so eager to attack, now that they would feel able to carry out plans with the chance of success waving at them."