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Looks like the Xiang will have to wait for another RP again before they see some use.
Looks like the Xiang will have to wait for another RP again before they see some use.
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Not my own words, but: "Enjoy memes and have a good time online, but develop a solid sense of self-worth that is rooted in a reality that doesn't disappear when the battery charge is empty."
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The spam. It hurts.
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Yeah, and you're under arrest, pal.
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11 yrs ago
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I was hoping to stick around and see where things went. Was looking forward to future interactions with the Neanderthals and neighbors.
Name: Ahltaena Bahreseth
Age: 29
Race: Human
Appearance:
Description: Ahltaena stands in sharp contrast to the more civilized humans of Alinsu. Under her cream skin are slabs of lean, whipcord muscle. She dons plates of mail and chain cobbled together, giving her an uncouth, barbaric appearance. Most striking is the hood she wears over her face, hiding her features under crimson cloth and ornaments of bone. She is grim and terse, least of all when fighting. In battle, she hardly utters a grunt; instead she maintains an eerie silence, while making her intentions clear with action.
Bio: Ahltaena comes from a wild race of humans that call themselves the Iyssar. Their territory spans from the edges of Ardumwat to Qahila - uncharted wilderness that is shunned by the people of Alinsu. The Iyssar are split into many independent communities, although they generally acknowledge one another as their own kind and trade between themselves. Ahltaena is the daughter of a chieftain who oversees one of the largest of these communities. As a result, the Bahreseth clan has a heavy hand in Iyssarian affairs.
When they learned that the High King had fallen, the Iyssarian tribes collectively prepared for the balance of power in Rayisa to shift. With Alinsu’s power base reeling from the loss of its monarch, the Iyssar prepared to take advantage of the discord. For the time being, Alinsu’s forces were occupied elsewhere, leaving the Iyssar an opportunity to ride out across Rayisa, sacking isolated settlements and tribes of other races. Alinsu itself would be the ultimate prize, however, the Iyssar knew that they’d have a better chance to face the Alinsunians with cooperation from other factions.
Ahltaena was sent by her father to scour the territories for potential allies in the warring that was certain to erupt. Although by no means friends of the Iyssar, the orc tribes could be counted as valuable candidates, and perhaps the other wildmen of the desert. With a small warband in tow, she rode out to secure the Iyssarian’s victory-to-come and crush those too weak to stand against them.
Role: Warlord, Emissary, Headhunter
Skills: Excellent fighter, Riding, Foraging, Hunting, Battle-leader
Weapons: Though Ahltaena could pick up most arms from the ground and do very well with them, she usually carries a pair of arming swords and a blade with a wicked hook at the tip. She is prone to use whatever is most available at the time, frequently picking up the weapons of the dead or dying when it is convenient to do so.
Age: 29
Race: Human
Appearance:
Description: Ahltaena stands in sharp contrast to the more civilized humans of Alinsu. Under her cream skin are slabs of lean, whipcord muscle. She dons plates of mail and chain cobbled together, giving her an uncouth, barbaric appearance. Most striking is the hood she wears over her face, hiding her features under crimson cloth and ornaments of bone. She is grim and terse, least of all when fighting. In battle, she hardly utters a grunt; instead she maintains an eerie silence, while making her intentions clear with action.
Bio: Ahltaena comes from a wild race of humans that call themselves the Iyssar. Their territory spans from the edges of Ardumwat to Qahila - uncharted wilderness that is shunned by the people of Alinsu. The Iyssar are split into many independent communities, although they generally acknowledge one another as their own kind and trade between themselves. Ahltaena is the daughter of a chieftain who oversees one of the largest of these communities. As a result, the Bahreseth clan has a heavy hand in Iyssarian affairs.
When they learned that the High King had fallen, the Iyssarian tribes collectively prepared for the balance of power in Rayisa to shift. With Alinsu’s power base reeling from the loss of its monarch, the Iyssar prepared to take advantage of the discord. For the time being, Alinsu’s forces were occupied elsewhere, leaving the Iyssar an opportunity to ride out across Rayisa, sacking isolated settlements and tribes of other races. Alinsu itself would be the ultimate prize, however, the Iyssar knew that they’d have a better chance to face the Alinsunians with cooperation from other factions.
Ahltaena was sent by her father to scour the territories for potential allies in the warring that was certain to erupt. Although by no means friends of the Iyssar, the orc tribes could be counted as valuable candidates, and perhaps the other wildmen of the desert. With a small warband in tow, she rode out to secure the Iyssarian’s victory-to-come and crush those too weak to stand against them.
Role: Warlord, Emissary, Headhunter
Skills: Excellent fighter, Riding, Foraging, Hunting, Battle-leader
Weapons: Though Ahltaena could pick up most arms from the ground and do very well with them, she usually carries a pair of arming swords and a blade with a wicked hook at the tip. She is prone to use whatever is most available at the time, frequently picking up the weapons of the dead or dying when it is convenient to do so.
Name: Ahltaena Bahreseth
Age: 29
Race: Human
Appearance:
Description: Ahltaena stands in sharp contrast to the more civilized humans of Alinsu. Under her cream skin are slabs of lean, whipcord muscle. She dons plates of mail and chain cobbled together, giving her an uncouth, barbaric appearance. Most striking is the hood she wears over her face, hiding her features under crimson cloth and ornaments of bone. She is grim and terse, least of all when fighting. In battle, she hardly utters a grunt; instead she maintains an eerie silence, while making her intentions clear with action.
Bio: Ahltaena comes from a wild race of humans that call themselves the Iyssar. Their territory spans from the edges of Ardumwat to Qahila - uncharted wilderness that is shunned by the people of Alinsu. The Iyssar are split into many independent communities, although they generally acknowledge one another as their own kind and trade between themselves. Ahltaena is the daughter of a chieftain who oversees one of the largest of these communities. As a result, the Bahreseth clan has a heavy hand in Iyssarian affairs.
When they learned that the High King had fallen, the Iyssarian tribes collectively prepared for the balance of power in Rayisa to shift. With Alinsu’s power base reeling from the loss of its monarch, the Iyssar prepared to take advantage of the discord. For the time being, Alinsu’s forces were occupied elsewhere, leaving the Iyssar an opportunity to ride out across Rayisa, sacking isolated settlements and tribes of other races. Alinsu itself would be the ultimate prize, however, the Iyssar knew that they’d have a better chance to face the Alinsunians with cooperation from other factions.
Ahltaena was sent by her father to scour the territories for potential allies in the warring that was certain to erupt. Although by no means friends of the Iyssar, the orc tribes could be counted as valuable candidates, and perhaps the other wildmen of the desert. With a small warband in tow, she rode out to secure the Iyssarian’s victory-to-come and crush those too weak to stand against them.
Role: Warlord, Emissary, Headhunter
Skills: Excellent fighter, Riding, Foraging, Hunting, Battle-leader
Weapons: Though Ahltaena could pick up most arms from the ground and do very well with them, she usually carries a pair of arming swords and a blade with a wicked hook at the tip. She is prone to use whatever is most available at the time, frequently picking up the weapons of the dead or dying when it is convenient to do so.
Age: 29
Race: Human
Appearance:
Description: Ahltaena stands in sharp contrast to the more civilized humans of Alinsu. Under her cream skin are slabs of lean, whipcord muscle. She dons plates of mail and chain cobbled together, giving her an uncouth, barbaric appearance. Most striking is the hood she wears over her face, hiding her features under crimson cloth and ornaments of bone. She is grim and terse, least of all when fighting. In battle, she hardly utters a grunt; instead she maintains an eerie silence, while making her intentions clear with action.
Bio: Ahltaena comes from a wild race of humans that call themselves the Iyssar. Their territory spans from the edges of Ardumwat to Qahila - uncharted wilderness that is shunned by the people of Alinsu. The Iyssar are split into many independent communities, although they generally acknowledge one another as their own kind and trade between themselves. Ahltaena is the daughter of a chieftain who oversees one of the largest of these communities. As a result, the Bahreseth clan has a heavy hand in Iyssarian affairs.
When they learned that the High King had fallen, the Iyssarian tribes collectively prepared for the balance of power in Rayisa to shift. With Alinsu’s power base reeling from the loss of its monarch, the Iyssar prepared to take advantage of the discord. For the time being, Alinsu’s forces were occupied elsewhere, leaving the Iyssar an opportunity to ride out across Rayisa, sacking isolated settlements and tribes of other races. Alinsu itself would be the ultimate prize, however, the Iyssar knew that they’d have a better chance to face the Alinsunians with cooperation from other factions.
Ahltaena was sent by her father to scour the territories for potential allies in the warring that was certain to erupt. Although by no means friends of the Iyssar, the orc tribes could be counted as valuable candidates, and perhaps the other wildmen of the desert. With a small warband in tow, she rode out to secure the Iyssarian’s victory-to-come and crush those too weak to stand against them.
Role: Warlord, Emissary, Headhunter
Skills: Excellent fighter, Riding, Foraging, Hunting, Battle-leader
Weapons: Though Ahltaena could pick up most arms from the ground and do very well with them, she usually carries a pair of arming swords and a blade with a wicked hook at the tip. She is prone to use whatever is most available at the time, frequently picking up the weapons of the dead or dying when it is convenient to do so.
I'll have a char up sometime soon.
I suppose there may have been some standardization when the Ascaharans united the tribes, so communication would be simpler. I'm inclined to go for regional dialects to keep a bit of difference, but retaining some sort of coherency between characters.
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It's been relatively quiet around here...
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A is for 'I've just About Abandoned All hope in this thread.'
Anunon, Cavalryman
Sotraecan Territory
Sotraecan Territory
Anunon couldn't piece together the subhuman's language, which was simple in pronunciation and sparse in its number of syllables. However, this "Org," as he called himself, had seemingly intended to give away the sacks of fruit. Maybe an offering? A simple gift from a simple creature. Anunon had hoped Org wasn't here to barter; a few butches of berries didn't mean a whole lot to him, and he hadn't the slightest idea what he could provide this fellow. Before he could respond, though, the subhuman had turned away, his spear bobbing as he went back the way he came.
"Ey, where's the fellow off to? Did he really come all this way just t'leave us some fruit?"
"Seems to me like a peace offering," Anunon remarked. "Certainly didn't want any trouble. I'm curious what the Matriarch will make of this."
The riders promptly tied the sacks of berries to their saddles and rode back to the tribe, leaving the lone humanoid teetering back to wherever he'd come from. Anunon allowed himself a last glance at the subhuman, whistled into the air to catch his attention and took off, waving a palm over his head.
Coven of the Matriarch
Heart of Sotraeca
Heart of Sotraeca
"And that's all?"
"Yes, Mistress. Gave us these sacks and took off without a second thought. Didn't mean us any harm, not that he could've done much if he tried."
The Matriarch's eyes lingered on the cavalrymen for a moment before she shrugged her shoulders and eased herself on the top of the stone that was her perch. She was flanked at either side by her two Spellsisters, seated atop similar roosts. The three of them were seldom clothed, save for dark pelts that matched their inky-colored locks, in which were woven totems of bone. Their eyes were shadowed with ash, giving them a sullen visage, and bands of precious metals lined their ivory limbs.
"They are not like the halflings, nor the ogres," she declared after a minute of contemplation. "It would seem, from your description, that they are far behind even our subhuman allies in their development. It is only natural they be afraid of man."
"Then what do we do about them?" Anunon asked.
The Matriarch gave the rider a wave of her hand and said, "This one seems to understand the balance of power tips against his favor. We need not do anything - I doubt they would risk the prospect of open combat. But it is only fair we repay this Org for his gift. It would be rude to do otherwise, don't you think?"
-The next time Org visits the Sotraecan lands, he may find a cart set aside for him, full of linens and furs. Perhaps the first step towards civilization is clothing?-
@The Omnipotent Sphere Life randomly butted in before I could actually start that RP. And before I knew it, I was out of the country doing stuff, so my bad. I won't abandon this one, so no worries!
Two more days and it'll be a week since the IntCheck went up. Not sure if I'll hold my breath any longer than that.
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