[OOC] Waeldeshore: The Wars Beyond [DISCONTINUED]

[Belwicket]

@The Harbinger of Ferocity Sakaala would win. Regina's max speed is 75 FPS, which comes out to be just above 51 MPH. That's with all her boosts too.

[The Harbinger of Ferocity]

@Belwicket, speed is of little use if one cannot wield it well.

[ArenaSnow]

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's... a post?... This afternoon ^.^

[Belwicket]

@The Harbinger of Ferocity True but there is such a thing as too much speed.

[IcePezz]

Woo hoo ... Awesomesauce, I get to expand on secret passageways!!! :D <3

I should have a return post this evening :)

I've also been working on something for Isabeau, hopefully I'll get that up later as well.

[The Harbinger of Ferocity]

@ArenaSnow, mostly just to give our friend some breathing room to do his thing I opted for Sakaala to give him a "friendly" shove.

[IcePezz]

Oshmyfuckinggod... I'm going to see Gin Blossoms tomorrow, I will be in heaven all weekend ... Leave me a message of I am needed :D

[Belwicket]

@IcePezz Lucky.

[IcePezz]

2 days of no activity. Kinda makes me sad. I will try to have something up this evening. If not by then, definitely come morning! :D

[The Harbinger of Ferocity]

2 days of no activity. Kinda makes me sad. I will try to have something up this evening. If not by then, definitely come morning! :D

@IcePezz

I could not agree more.

A couple of days of inactivity is a couple too many.

[Belwicket]

I was waiting for @Jon Y and @vietmyke again.

[vietmyke]

Didn't know Regina was reliant on Emil or Ionathan to post, either way, I'll be writing in the afternoon

[ArenaSnow]

Folks, if you're in a scene and there's a little wriggle room to go ahead, go ahead. Just don't leave folks in the dust, but if it saves us from 3 days nothing it's fine.

A post is on my burner.

[Belwicket]

@vietmyke She's not. I just wanted to see what you 2 were doing so I could possibly make mine longer. Everyone should know by now I have the shortest posts.

[ArenaSnow]

"The scene he entered was strange. There had been a mage threatening their host- who had been seemingly subdued by the combination of Sakaala, the halfling, and Ajax- who had somehow caught up to them through means Emil would ask about later. As of now, the mage was on the ground with a sword pointed at him wielded by Sakaala. Emil contended himself with staying in the background of the following scene, paying attention to his surroundings in case the mage tried to play some sort of trickery on them."

Where did Ajax come from? Could have sworn he was putting his foot down on the mystery-tricky half-statements of the maid...

[Zero Hex]

Where did Ajax come from? Could have sworn he was putting his foot down on the mystery-tricky half-statements of the maid...

@ArenaSnow

Yes indeed.

[Jon Y]

I'll have a post up some time tomorrow

[vietmyke]

Where did Ajax come from? Could have sworn he was putting his foot down on the mystery-tricky half-statements of the maid...

@ArenaSnow

Will fix that in a moment

[The Fated Fallen]

Tarden of the Fair Lands

Name: Tarden of the Fair Lands, or Tarrey to his friends

Species: Human Male

Age: 37

Description:
Tarden is of slightly lean build, and stands a bit taller than the average Waeldershorian citezen at 6'2''
He wears brownish and orangey cloths draped over hardened cloth armour, almost fully covering his arms and torso. He keeps his head wrapped up with the same coloured materials leaving only his eyes visible. He is instantly recognisable as foreign due to his dark skin visible through the eye slit and his distinctive accent
On his back he wears a large sack with all his belongings and a war pick, not often seen in these parts and liberally decorated in red cloths. He also often has a small wooden shield on his forearm, which is also concealed beneath red cloths, all of which follow his blows and sweep through the air with every attack

Personality: Despite being a foreigner, he remains open to new company, and finds the drinks of this land are a great ice-breaker.
Although he is met with mistrust, he tries to be open and honest in his dealings, and will always stop to help a fellow in need
Tarden deeply misses his homeland as much as he has a thirst for exploration. Some events can tip him over to one side more than the other, but it tends to balance out

Skills/Abilities:
- Tarden has inherited a natural hardiness from his homeland, and from travelling around. This and his clothes give him a good resistance to the elements
- Tarden is of a good build, never having been hard on his luck and constantly traveling means he can overpower an average human
- The people of the fair lands are famous for their quick firing of small bows, and although he does not bear such a weapon, Tarden is also very quick. This does not translate very well to his war-pick, but in most other activities he can exercise good and extremely quick dexterity. Nothing superhuman, but sometimes impressive
- From smithing farming tools to using them to cultivate a field, travelling has granted Tarden many skills in all areas

Magic:
The people of the fair lands have a distaste for magic of almost all kinds, but still develop and use minor artefacts and tinctures to counter both superstitions and real mana alike. Tarden possesses such items like
- A small bell that when rung echoes back from enchantments in a small area around him, including people under enchantments (however the reliability of this power is subject to the winds of magic/plot!)
- A knot of rope made from the hair of goat’s firstborn. When drenched in alcohol it lets off a distinct vapour that when inhaled protects against any sort of magical influence (allegedly)
- An extremely bouncy and soft rock, and another small rock that almost acts like a magnet towards it
- A lucky coin! Which for some reason no matter how hard Tarden tries he can’t get rid of it, like his father before him and his father before him. Passed on from generation to generation, when discarded it just appears in Tarden’s pocket again shortly afterwards. Aside from that it doesn’t appear to have any use

Backstory: The fair lands is situated far to the south of Waeldershore, and is known for it’s deserts and songs. The latter of which are sung throughout daylight hours in the village hall of every settlement passing over every dry wooden hut there, lifting the atmosphere in such a way that visitors find magical. It is said that in times past folk made a deal with the sand spirits, that the land would belong to man as long as man’s sweet song kept the sand spirits in their slumber. It is also said that every sandstorm is a sand spirit waking up, and the rains are the spirit's dreams breaking through to reality
Tarden’s village came under threat from a rival peoples, and he was tasked with delivering a ruby idol to their clan to appease them. He was ambushed on the way, losing everything he had. When he returned home they banished him, and last he heard the sand reclaimed all that was once there
Since then he has been travelling across the world, and although he misses his homeland he still longs to see every corner of the world, working as a farmer here, a mercenary there or a sailor over there. He enjoys the life he leads and the people he meets.

Am I too late to jump in?

[ArenaSnow]

@vietmyke She's not. I just wanted to see what you 2 were doing so I could possibly make mine longer. Everyone should know by now I have the shortest posts.

@Belwicket

Take the spaces out and if I'm not shorter than you, my posts are roughly equal in average size. You're solid :P

Tarden of the Fair Lands

Name: Tarden of the Fair Lands, or Tarrey to his friends

Species: Human Male

Age: 37

Description:
Tarden is of slightly lean build, and stands a bit taller than the average Waeldershorian citezen at 6'2''
He wears brownish and orangey cloths draped over hardened cloth armour, almost fully covering his arms and torso. He keeps his head wrapped up with the same coloured materials leaving only his eyes visible. He is instantly recognisable as foreign due to his dark skin visible through the eye slit and his distinctive accent
On his back he wears a large sack with all his belongings and a war pick, not often seen in these parts and liberally decorated in red cloths. He also often has a small wooden shield on his forearm, which is also concealed beneath red cloths, all of which follow his blows and sweep through the air with every attack

Personality: Despite being a foreigner, he remains open to new company, and finds the drinks of this land are a great ice-breaker.
Although he is met with mistrust, he tries to be open and honest in his dealings, and will always stop to help a fellow in need
Tarden deeply misses his homeland as much as he has a thirst for exploration. Some events can tip him over to one side more than the other, but it tends to balance out

Skills/Abilities:
- Tarden has inherited a natural hardiness from his homeland, and from travelling around. This and his clothes give him a good resistance to the elements
- Tarden is of a good build, never having been hard on his luck and constantly traveling means he can overpower an average human
- The people of the fair lands are famous for their quick firing of small bows, and although he does not bear such a weapon, Tarden is also very quick. This does not translate very well to his war-pick, but in most other activities he can exercise good and extremely quick dexterity. Nothing superhuman, but sometimes impressive
- From smithing farming tools to using them to cultivate a field, travelling has granted Tarden many skills in all areas

Magic:
The people of the fair lands have a distaste for magic of almost all kinds, but still develop and use minor artefacts and tinctures to counter both superstitions and real mana alike. Tarden possesses such items like
- A small bell that when rung echoes back from enchantments in a small area around him, including people under enchantments (however the reliability of this power is subject to the winds of magic/plot!)
- A knot of rope made from the hair of goat’s firstborn. When drenched in alcohol it lets off a distinct vapour that when inhaled protects against any sort of magical influence (allegedly)
- An extremely bouncy and soft rock, and another small rock that almost acts like a magnet towards it
- A lucky coin! Which for some reason no matter how hard Tarden tries he can’t get rid of it, like his father before him and his father before him. Passed on from generation to generation, when discarded it just appears in Tarden’s pocket again shortly afterwards. Aside from that it doesn’t appear to have any use

Backstory: The fair lands is situated far to the south of Waeldershore, and is known for it’s deserts and songs. The latter of which are sung throughout daylight hours in the village hall of every settlement passing over every dry wooden hut there, lifting the atmosphere in such a way that visitors find magical. It is said that in times past folk made a deal with the sand spirits, that the land would belong to man as long as man’s sweet song kept the sand spirits in their slumber. It is also said that every sandstorm is a sand spirit waking up, and the rains are the spirit's dreams breaking through to reality
Tarden’s village came under threat from a rival peoples, and he was tasked with delivering a ruby idol to their clan to appease them. He was ambushed on the way, losing everything he had. When he returned home they banished him, and last he heard the sand reclaimed all that was once there
Since then he has been travelling across the world, and although he misses his homeland he still longs to see every corner of the world, working as a farmer here, a mercenary there or a sailor over there. He enjoys the life he leads and the people he meets.

Am I too late to jump in?

@The Fated Fallen

*begins an extremely serious conversation with IcePezz*

Considering you're flat out the oldest roleplayer that isn't a GM involved in the goings of Waeldeshore, your chances are fairly good :P I think we had a convo going about a side bit?