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In The Hourglass Order → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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In The Hourglass Order → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Dorothea Hohnstein
von Albesatz-Danzau


Enough is Enough


Dorothea couldn’t believe she was dumb enough to yet again dabble in politics. Like Vati always said: Don’t concern yourself with politics, don’t end up like Opa. The Feskan started to feel a lump in her throat as she noticed some familiar faces at the meeting point. I hope Vati won’t know about this…

Dory did not say a word to anyone and tried to not stand out too much… Just standing around made her nervous, was this a trap?... Did she fall for a trap? The nerves just kept on building up until a couple of posters appeared.

The Feskan could only think of her own hypocrisy as she thought about it, having profited from laws that would not be considered morally right.. Having seen enough women driven abroad just so their children would not become Feskan and thus gain rights by law. She held her ribbon as Ayla monologued about laws. Dory could not help but speak her answer without realizing she spurted it out. “If the law hurts people and can not be bent to keep it from hurting people… It may need to be broken.” A face filled with uncertain determination was clear as day.



In The Hourglass Order → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Dorothea Hohnstein
von Albesatz-Danzau


After a nice, relaxing day during the derby. Dorothea was left with a sense of guilt for not having done enough while her teammates were out and trying their hardest, she was doing nothing. It might have been some hubris due to her enhanced abilities at the time, however she could not chase away that feeling.


INVASIVE


The day of the Dragon was here and a new found determination was radiating from the Feskan’s face. Her hair was wilder than she would normally have it and those bags under her eyes, did she even sleep?

As soon as she saw snow covered Ingrid arrive she darted off while laughing at the sight. She tried her hardest to reach the homes as quickly as possible. As she reached said homes, she could barely catch a breath… perhaps she has gotten a little bit out of shape… there are no fields to work in, perhaps she should go to the fields in the school some day. Dory knocked on every single door she could find until one lady opened up. The nerves hit her, did she study hard enough? She cleared her throat and proclaimed very choppily, “Need. Pot. Pig. Hunt.” The lady looked rather hesitant, not up to giving up one of her pots.

No, no, no, my plan won’t fail on the first step! The desperate Feskan held the lady’s hand in desperation, starting to invade her mind with chemicals. Perhaps the magic word please could alter her mindset a bit. “Please, need, pot.” The Lady looked a lot more positively at the plea. She left and soon enough came back with a small pot, giving it to the Feskan. Step one is a go! Time to enter the forest!

Perhaps she should’ve slept more as the exhaustion is starting to hit her… not a problem, all she needs to do is pump herself full to keep going. Finding a perfect spot, Dory set up the pot, put the carrots and the water in the pot, gathered some sticks to hold it in place and lit a fire. The smell was not enticing enough. Dorothea ran around and started looking for good smelling weeds, finding some and throwing them in the pot. She hastily tried to reproduce a weaker form of her knockout liquid from the days before from the pot, and as the trap was laid she snuck back with Ashon making sure they weren't spotted so easily.

“Roight, be very very still… Them piggies are smarter than we might think…” She observed the pot, not leaving her sight for a moment until one pig approached it. “There she is, what a beauty. So rotund!” The pig could hear her as clear as day and ran away. “Clevah gal. . “ The sleep deprivation might really start hitting the woman as the words she spoke were almost like she was someone else entirely. This was luckily halted as her teammate put her hand on her mouth to shut her up.

And with this silence a group of micropigs approached the pot, close enough to have the liquid, now as a gas invaded their body, putting them to sleep. Moments later they got enough and the two made a run for it, Dory ran and ran as quickly as she could, giving herself one last boost of adrenaline to make it through the portal,seeing Zarra depart the moment he saw her. “I did it!” And with that everything hit her at once, collapsing to the ground, passed out. Finally some rest.
In The Hourglass Order → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Was a bit bored and thought of this.
In The Hourglass Order → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Linthlan, Hohnstein estate, Feska(DZ46)


The young Dorothea was rather confused as everyone in her home was hastily preparing for something. She had not seen everyone be this on edge in a while, last time was Floris’s birth. Her father had a face filled with concern. “Vati, why is everyone busy?” “Ah, Dorothea… A very special guest is coming to meet us…” The man was practically shaking, causing the young girl all the more confusion.

Time passed and passed until a carriage arrived. A young woman left the carriage and presented herself with quite the presence. The woman walked towards Dorothea’s father, never losing eye contact with him. “Hermann Hohnstein, It’s been quite some time since we last met. You’re growing old.” The woman told the man with a judging look. “Vati, who is that?” Dorothea asked, causing her father to sweat bullets. The woman looked towards and kneeled down at the girl. “My name is Annalie, Annalie Rednitz. I-..” “Bad Rednitz! You bully Vati!” Dorothea hit the woman on the shoulder. Everyone was on edge, waiting for Annalie’s response. “Hah! Your little girl has spunk, Hermann! Did that come from her mother?” The Rednitz heir laughed as she grabbed the girl’s hand softly. Hermann could do nothing but nod.

A warm smile appeared on Annalie’s face. “What is your name, girl?” “Dorothea!” The young girl stuck out her tongue. “Hello, Dorothea. I am a good friend of your father.” Annalie held her hand on top of Dorothea’s head. “Do you want to be good friends too?” The young girl did not answer, causing the woman to stand up. “I have to discuss something with your father now… I’m sure we can become great friends.” And with that Annalie and Hermann left.


Forchberg, Rednitz estate, Feska(DZ54)


“This facade is ruining Feska as we speak!” Annalie let out a frustrated sigh. “How can nobles be such idiots in things their family worked on for decades. Ah, if only I could just get rid of them.” The woman thought to herself for a while longer before revealing a sinister grin before looking rather disappointing. “That could work if that moronic man wasn’t so weak… He would never use his name to his advantage…” The Rednitz matriarch tapped her foot in frustration.

“But if I get rid of Hermann, I can use one of his Children instead…” Her train of thought furthered. “The son is almost as weak as his father is… but he might be worth shaping. His daughter might show some promise… She’ll use her name with as much as a small push.” Annalie laughed as a plan formed in her mind. “Ah, my little gift of Oraff! I’m sure you can become a great puppet!”

In O R I F L A M M E → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Hildr the Hopeful


Interaction with: Maerec@Dao Ma Queen Eleanor @Force and Fury, Caelum @RezonanceV, Camille @pirouette, Arsene @Th3King0fChaos,



Seeing the Perrenchman accept the help from not just an enemy, but a heathen as well is nothing short of astonishing to her. Perhaps she had misjudged her advisory all this time, their obnoxious self-righteousness still ticks her off however. Not that it mattered all that much at this moment as there is a way bigger, scalier problem at hand for her.

As long as she could make herself useful one last time, she would be able to travel the life beyond in peace. If she were to survive this encounter she would devote herself to protecting the life of the man that dared to give a second chance, even if only until these battles are over.

A shocked look appeared on the Drudgunze’s face as she witnessed the man she followed threw himself right towards the dragon. The knight couldn’t help but burst out in laughter. “Let’s hope your plan works out.”

After the group split up to trap the dragon in certain air space the dragon dove towards the knight. It seems as if the massive beast had it out for her. With enough will and force, Hildr managed to get off with a few minor wounds. “Bastard doesn’t pull his punches!” The beast barely paid attention to any specific person and almost seemed like it was trying to find an weak spot, the warriors stood steadfast and even weakened the beast to the point of slowing it down.

As the knight almost took the time to clear her mind it was halted by an incredibly loud roar from the beast as it became enraged even further. Hildr became stunned by the sound of it. as she was getting a hang of things once more the dragon swooped in and batted her away, breaking a couple ribs and crippling her ability to fight.

Seeing the dragon go in for the kill, the knight mustered up a final throw of her blade with as much force she could throw in it. It hit the beast’s wing and forced it to come lower to the ground, losing interest in its prey from the other’s attack. “Up yours…”

As the battle concluded, the knight forced herself to approach the victorious group. A wide grin with gritted teeth could be seen on her face as she hasn’t felt this in a while… victory… The sight of Maerec calmed her mind, good thing he’s still alive. “Sir Maerec,” the Drudgunze looked with a rather regretful smile. “I doubt I can be very much like the Perrench.. but if you do wish for me to fight with you, you shall have my blade for a while longer.” The knight was still somewhat uncertain of her future.

The treasure, this dragon had quite some… unique treasure, not that she much cared for it. The thrill of battle was what counted after all, but these gloves look rather comfortable... Maybe they won't be missed.
In The Hourglass Order → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



“How much longer until we can rest? This ride has been killing my dearest behind.” A rather agitated Perrenchwoman asked. “Only a couple more hours, Ma’am. We’ve been In Perrence for a while now, never thought it would be that big.” A rather well dressed boy proclaimed. “Ah yes, that’s why it’s been so much more pleasant to breathe here. We’re no longer in those stinking marches!.... It feels good to be in a proper country again.” “I believe the Drudgunzen countries would also be considered proper, Ma’am.” The boy reluctantly spoke back. “The Drudgunze and proper don’t mix, dear Karl. Just look at my sweet daughter, I tried to make her the best young lady a Perrenchman can dream of… but she turned out rather… undesirable…” The woman had a rather disgusted looking face, while the boy still looked on without much emotion. “I believe there is still hope for lady Dorothea to get an influential husband…” “But my poor girl has set her sights upon an unachievable dream. To think she believes she could make that horrible place a great country.” The woman scoffed.

“I tried my hardest to teach her that Feska will die sooner or later but she just won’t listen. To think she’d be foolish enough to court a Kerreman is beyond me. If he was a royal I might let it slip, but he is nothing more than a backwater noble with no useful land.” The mother lamented. “Ma’am, I do believe your daughter has good qualities. Her baking is to die for, for one.” The servant smiled warmly. “I’m sure a servant wouldn’t understand… but baking is for commoners to do, not for nobles. My daughter inherited mostly nothing from the family, if only she had inherited something good she would have been more desirable as a wife.” “I believe she is suitable enough…” The servant feared the other’s response, only to hear nothing back.

“Why is that damned school so far north!” the woman became even more agitated. “I believe we should arrive in a matter of days, Ma’am.” Karl proclaimed softly. “Good, let’s hope my daughter didn’t become too improper there.”
In O R I F L A M M E → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Hildr the Disgraced


Interaction with: @RezonanceV


The point?


Damned self-righteous fools Of course she knew what he did, she could smell and see it as it was going on. It made her sick to see the horrors her comrades committed. Friends she shared drinks with, laughed with… If she truly thinks about it, the only reason for fighting has been for another. “What do I fight for again?...” Thinking about it made her reveal her panicked expression, seeing the knight’s eyes filled with firmness. “Faith?... Any form of Divinity has forsaken me… I’ve had my fill of faith.”

Interaction with: @Dao Ma


Hope?


Feeling the other knight’s hand squeeze her own while showing a smile… It was absurd. To think he wasn’t disgusted by her touching him, wasn’t she just a barbarian in their eyes? He truly was a weird one.

As the group arrived at the cave and seeing how roughed up the prisoners were, something in her ached. Hearing the dragon in the distance got the knight to laugh loudly. “Boy, perhaps you’re right.” Smacking her roughed up armor with vigor. “You shall have my aid, giving me a chance is more than I can ask for.” A short pause as she thought on his words. “Subduing it isn’t impossible… You just have to fight it with killing intent.” Tears rolled down the knight’s cheek as her laughter only got louder. “A beast like that reasoned with? Boy, it will never view you as an equal, just an enemy.”

Perhaps his plan wasn’t even that bad. Hell, it even reminded her of something reckless a certain Death’s hand would think of. “If you do take that beast to the ground… I think I can keep it on the ground… at least for a while…” She tried her hardest to remember what she had done to fell the beast all those years ago.
In O R I F L A M M E → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Hildr the Disgraced


Interaction with: @Dao Ma


Dishonored

No matter the wounds that healed, something was hurting more than anything she felt before. Perhaps it would have been better for the knight to have bled out, perhaps she has become too well mannered to even be considered a comrade. Is that why she is feeling this way? Having no home on this battlefield?

But in the spot where her honor and pride used to be was not emptied, it has been completely replaced with scorn for the Eskandr who sullied her pride, for the Perrench with their holy idiocy and Wulfric, her lord that couldn't care less for the deceased.

Stopping the Dragon?

"Stop a beast like that? You'd need to be strong and steadfast to even try fighting. Most of your comrades seem ready to run for it, O' Courageous knight." The shamed knight sneered at the thought of stopping that thing. "Don't trust the words of the villagers. Only thing they can tell you are tall tales. If they knew how to stop it, they would have done so ages ago."

Soon enough she would walk towards the knight trying to gather men, placing her hand on his shoulder. It seems she had quite the deadpan look on her face. "Boy, have you ever fought a beast like that before? . . . If not, it might be better to flee. You will be sending yourself and anyone you bring with to almost certain death." Her grip on his shoulder was enough to put serious strain onto his attire. "I've already seen enough senseless death, don't be the one to add to that."

In O R I F L A M M E → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Hildr the Red



Hildr's thoughts during her battle with Camille: @Pirouette

A child?




As the tensions rose and the woman stood ready for combat with one of the knights, something she did not see coming came from the crowd, a child? No, not even the Perrench would send a child to fight her, would they? She even introduced herself, no going back on this.

“I am Hildr of Crissia.” The Drudgunze knight said with not much in terms of enthusiasm. The girl that faced her was small, frail. Hildr shook her head, this was not the time to be underestimating her opponent. “May the true gods and those of your own favor you and may honor keep this battle sacred.” She slid on her helmet before clashing her swords together as a sign for the Eskandr to move away, luckily most listened to her wish except for that idiotic brute.

After this show and play the knight began to quickly circle around the other. A mercy killing would be desirable, this is not a way for a child to live their life. Was she looking for a quick opening or was it all but a feint? People were moving way too much for her senses, even the energy was flowing weirdly. Pulling from it as much as she could she put everything into one, quick, finishing strike.

…It was blocked?

Have her senses started to fail her? This child.. That aura around her caused her skin to crawl. Protection from the gods? Or was this someone else protecting her? This was no time to think about it. The way she thought with such confidence and abandon of her own safety reminded the knight of herself, or rather what she used to be.

Then, a slip and a clean strike: a hard smack across the chest that caused a large dent. Hildr gasped and staggered back. It was painful, the bruise, and now uncomfortable to breathe. "Fine, then! I will show you something too!" her blood was boiling from the fact a mere child got the first hit on her.

Attack after attack was batted away like it was nothing, most men would be crushed under the blunt force of her swings but to think a child was not just taking them but doing so effortlessly. How could she even make this seem like anything but an utter embarrassment? Her senses were going numb as her anger kept on building up, getting sloppier with her attack by the minute.


Fading




Then, the feeling of cold steel making contact with her skin snapped her out of it. The sudden pain caused her to fall to her knees. Was that it? Did she lose? Was she that busy in her own mind that she allowed herself to die at the hands of a mere child? Opening her eyes once more she saw the girl-knight standing over her own defeated frame, spouting some religious nonsense that was nothing but dirtying her name with their gods’ bastardry.

With everything she had left, she rolled to the side and recovered her own blade, thrusting up with it. She caught the girl clean, in her moment of overconfidence, and Camille staggered backwards, bleeding. She collapsed for perhaps a moment and Hildr felt it: felt that she had a chance, but the strength was not in her to will herself to her feet. It was in Camille. The Parrenchwoman rose, gritting her teeth, to once again try to finish matters, and it was truly over. Closing her eyes to accept her and said with a weak voice.. “May the Visitor take me to rest.”

She was so faded that she could not feel the surge of energy until the Nashorn came out of nowhere, smacking into Camille like a runaway wagon into a fly. Hildr could only lay there as the Nashorn sullied her name, her honor, her life. Tears began to flow, perhaps the Gods only gave her the miracle only to have her become nothing more than a shamed knight. Was the miracle a sick joke?

As her thoughts were starting to fade like candle lights and her eyes got heavier and heavier, one last thought could not be burned out. One that was cursing the Nashorn’s name, so that he would never be allowed a peaceful rest. Perhaps the Gods always favored her comrades, perhaps the Perrench were the Gods’ chosen people.

‘If the Gods' grant me one final favour and I open my eyes again, I will make that bastard pain what's due.’


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