Profile for Undead Kogar
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| Displayed name | Undead Kogar |
| Member number | 3479 |
| Title | Warrior |
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| Registered | Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Thursday, November 6 2003 17:48
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OOC: I'm guessing you want one of us to pick up on that. You can ignore this if I screw up anything. IC: ... and they appeared closer to their target than they expected. In a flash of pink-red light, ten shock troops of the Geraldian army hit the floor uncerimoniously in the stairwell of the inn. They had appeared in the air, about four feet above a landing. They clattered down the stairs, only to run into the most horrifying sight of their lives. The great beast gave them only passing notice as it focused on Shadow Wolf, so none of the people engrossed in the struggle with it even had the slightest hint of knowing they were there. Vincent, having his wounds freshly covered and having a weak healing spell cast on him, was in full view of the stunned soldiers. Vincent almost instantly noted their emblazonry. "Damn Geraldians! This is IT!" Vincent hollered as he jumped to his feet, numb to the horrible pain caused by the cuts all over his torso from the monks. When Vincent rose, he raised his arms to his side, but kept his hands limp. His hands and fingers suddenly shot straight up, as he began to chant deeply in a foreign tongue. A wind started howling around him viciously as a black mist bellowed from Vincent's cuffs, the bottom of his surcoat, and most strangely, his mouth. He turned his hands and forearms upward, palms facing his head (imagine someone making a goalpost with their arms). As he did this, horrible, howling specters hurled from the floor, coiled quickly around his body, and flew into the bodies of the deceased monks. The pale corpses shook, then rose to their feet. "You have larger problems than that beast now!" Vincent no longer sounded normal. His eyes were clouded black. [ Thursday, November 06, 2003 17:51: Message edited by: Kogar ] -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
| A LAST MESSAGE, ALORAEL, WITH NO PROFANITY!!! in General | |
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written Tuesday, November 4 2003 19:19
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*Points at Mercenary while grabbing stomach horizontally* AHHHHAAAAHHHHHHAAAAHHHAAAHHHAA!!!!!!! Whoo, damn he's funny. Look at him jump and holler, he's like a little retarded monkey, swipin' at what isn't there. Hoo hoo. BTW, Alorael, where the HELL did you get that Stalin pic? Either you got one of those statues sittin' around at home, or someone spent a little too much time on photoshop. -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
| Holding the Tavern Front -RP in General | |
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written Monday, November 3 2003 19:35
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Vincent was severely injured during the great confrontation with the dark wyrm. He was able to crawl away during the fight to save his ouwn life. Covered in blood, some his own, most from the monks, he collapsed on the inn floor. -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
| A LAST MESSAGE, ALORAEL, WITH NO PROFANITY!!! in General | |
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written Monday, November 3 2003 19:29
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You really are pathetic, PE1. If you are sick of this place, LEAVE. We'd be happy to see you go away. [ Monday, November 03, 2003 19:29: Message edited by: Kogar ] -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Thursday, October 30 2003 19:12
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OOC: I was, apparently frozen in fear for that whole episode. Oh well. IC: Vincent had never seen anything (well, almost anything) as frightening as the huge beast. "Well, my dreams are coming true. How lucky." Vincent decided he wasn't ready to chop frantically at the thing minion style, so he was going to focus on the monks. "This should help us!" Vincent reached into his pocket, remove a small pouch from it, poured a great deal of dust into his hand, and blew with everything he had at the rest of the warriors. It clung to their (and Vincent's) bodies, giving a slight tingling to the skin. The charnel smell of the powder was abhorrent, something like blood and stinky feet. "At least the acid isn't going to kill us." [ Thursday, October 30, 2003 19:13: Message edited by: Kogar ] -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, October 27 2003 18:16
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OOC: The innkeeper's name shall be... Marmadas Which happens to be the hobbit translation of my real name! -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
| New RP: The Greywraith Clan in General | |
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written Monday, October 27 2003 18:12
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OOC:Ah, I guess I did make that clansmen (heehee) seem easy to kill. Yes, Evil Dead. Army of Darkness to be exact. IC: Taihen dropped the staff immediately to the ground, but luckily hit the greywraith in the abdomen, finishing him off. "Oww!" His hand was badly singed. He would have to put everything he had just into grabbing the staff, let alone move or swing it. -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, October 26 2003 12:02
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Taihen had been watching the fight from a building he had scaled. Neither side seemed to be gaining ground. As Taihen watched, he heard something moving on the other side of the roof. As he turned, a greywraith lunged on to the roof with one mighty pull. Taihen simply hit him in the forehead with his palm as he landed, and immediately followed with a sweeping kick to the back of the legs. As the greywraith started to fall, Taihen grabbed his staff with both hands and twisted the staff into the monster's face. The monster howled before the staff burned through its head. Taihen now had a burning staff. "...Groovy." OOC: sorry for the allusion. I couldn't resist. -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, October 26 2003 11:35
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Vincent wasn't having much luck trying to communicate with the monks. They haven't even talked to him. Well, maybe they could sense his aura, like he could sense theirs. Nonsense! He had the best wizard in his kingdom cast that masking spell on him. They would have to be quitepowerful to sense that. He still was upset by their presence. He was pleased he didn't have to use his art to defend this tavern. Too much to risk. He was slightly agitated at not using his art in a long, long time. OOC: could someone tell me about the situation outside? I mean, are there any soldiers out there? Throw me a bone, people! -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, October 24 2003 13:17
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Vincent was surrounded. The horrible things had come for him at last. He tried to move, but he was paralyzed. The began to rip armor from cloth, cloth from skin, skin from flesh, flesh from bone. "AARAAGH!!" Vincent awoke, and to his relief, it was a dream. Strangely, his wounds were healed completely, and the room smelled like a spice cabinet. "Hm. Must've been alchemists." Vincent got dressed, put on his armor and surcoat, strapped his scabbard to his belt, and started to descend the stairs. As he reached the first landing of the stairs, he shivered. "I know that aura." Vincent crept down the remaining stairs, and when he reached the bottom, poked his head around the corner to give the room a wide-eyed stare. "Ack." He realized he was staring conspicuously at the monks when they began to stare back. "Hmm." Vincent slowly walked over to their table and tried to strike up conversation. All of the monks simultaneously stood up and moved away. "Just trying to be neighborly." -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, October 24 2003 12:49
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OOC:I've been in the Rp'ing mood lately, so I'll try this one too. Oh yeah, anyone can kill my character in the zombie attack RP. Zombie attack sucked. Description: Name:Taihen Otoko Weapon(s):His hands, feet, and head. (Jeet Kune Do, anyone?) Appearance: He wears a blue Chinese robe and a rope of wooden spheres around his right shoulder and under his left arm. He has a thin black moustache and goatee. His hair is in a Que (shaved, except a long braid in the back). IC: Taihen Otoko practiced silently in the cargo hold of the ship. When he heard the commotion above he went to the deck to find out what was happening. "Land!" Taihen was not very excited by the news. He was too upset by the trip's length to be consoled by this. He returned to the cargo hold to beat other people's posessions until they arrived. -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, October 13 2003 17:21
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Outside, Vincent tried to fight as well he could in his condition. He was only able to down a single Geraldian with his sword. Vincent still regretted his using his staff, but he remembered the blast, and it cheered him right up. Nothing like a mass-casualty explosion to cheer Vincent up. He noticed the brutish man(he recalled his name being "Aarrow Swift" or something like that) thunder his broken frame into the door, unleash a great deal of magical fury, and collapse. Vincent ran into the bar to see some whithered corpses of soldiers around the wounded bartender. A girl, her name was "Neres" or something, was being held by some gruff, large man. "You let her go, scum!" Vincent bellowed at the large man. He now noticed a magical ward around the man. "I am Gerald of Truth! Surrender to me if you value this girl's life!" Vincent was in between a rock and a hard place. He made up his mind. "...Fine. If you feel like staying trapped in here like a dog as my comrades slaughter your men so we can finish you off last, be my guest." -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, October 13 2003 16:55
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Varzuth decided it was time he helped the people fighting the hordes of undead. He had been exiled from the last country he was in, so he might as well make somewhere a home. this place at least seemed interesting. Varzuth charged a group of zomies in the street. His first swipe cut two of them in half. With his blade perpendicular to his body after the swipe, he stabbed one of them in the chest and pulled upward to the sky, pulling his ribcage from his body. Rotten viscerals spilled everywhere as the battle raged. After he quickly dispatched the group, two more rounded nearby corners. He then heard a rumble, and a gaggle of flaming creatures came screeching at the undead. In a fury of flame, claws, and congealed meat, both sides were thoroughly destroyed. " What an... interesting place." Varzuth then noticed a temple, at which a battle was being waged. He furiously threw himself into the fray. As more undead of more powerful types started to emerge, Varzuth really had to start trying hard (unlike what he had been doing). He was cornered by a handful of ghasts after saving a member of what the man called the "Crimson Guard". He had one choice. He jumped up, kicked the wall behind him, and chopped several of them in the back. The battle raged on. -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, October 13 2003 15:52
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I think one of two things will happen: 1. The air of L.A. will cause a mutation in Ahnold's brain, giving him super-intelligence, and he will save the state. OR 2.The air of L.A. will smoke Ahnold into a retard like it has half of it's populace. -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, October 13 2003 15:47
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There are many, many people that agree that Morrowind is THE BEST GAME EVER. I am one of those people. Go to the Elder Scrolls message boards. There's about a million of us. -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, October 13 2003 15:35
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Ogre Battle games are THE best!!! Second only to the Shining Force games they are! Sadly, you need a functioning Sega Genesis to play SF games, and you need an ultra-rare copy of Ogre Battle for PS1 to enjoy that one. -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, October 12 2003 17:46
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OOC: Eh, might as well join this RP. I think the cryothing is overpowered. DESCRIPTION: Name: Varzuth Weapons: A runic two-handed blade, which has a somewhat golden shine to it. It is sharp on both sides, and it's handle is similar to a katana's. Appearance: Varzuth wears a red mask on his face, from his forehead to the top of his lip. It looks like an angry skeletal visage, and it ends in pointed teeth. His clothing is a tight black tunic-robe, looking somewhat like a bathrobe (but made from heavy, tough cloth, not crappy ruglike stuff). Personality: He has never been beaten in one on one combat, but it has not given him a swelled head. He scans everyone he meets for weaknesses of any kind. He uses what he finds as leverage against people, or something to defend if the person is his friend. He has never known love or even affection, as he was a child of rape. He wouldn't even be able to use something like that a leverage, for he has not even the slightest idea of what it is (for example, he wouldn't take someone's child hostage, because he wouldn't understand why they would want him or her back). He grew up on the streets, and quickly learned how to fight unarmed. He joined the army, and worked his way up to a palace guard. He was finally used as an imperial assassin against political enemies. This is where he recieved his fine blade. Note: he grew up long ago in a faraway land, and he is now sustained by absorbing the energy of his beaten opponents. -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, October 12 2003 17:10
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OOC:Sorry for the long gaps between posts. I liked how you handled the after effects of the explosion, MSW, but the beam uas simply an energy beam that used all the power within his staff. IC: Vincent, slowly recovering,had stumbled upstairs right before the invasion by Gerald. He found in a bedside desk a potion of minor healing, and he readily consumed it. It delivered him from his critical state, and he then tried to bandage himself up. He still fought with the idea of using his true expertise to save the inn, but would it be worth the cost? He would never be able to return to see what he had saved. Just as he heard a scuffle begin in the stairway leading up to the ground floor, he had an interesting idea. No one would have to know he used his real magicks. He promptly made a rope of sheets, and lowered himself to the ground. OOC: Please, don't make any assumptions about his real speciality. It will be revealed soon enough (if necessary) ;) . -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, October 5 2003 15:47
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OOC:Sorry it to so long. Lots of homework (book report, etc.). IC: Vincent had been busy repairing the wall so much that he didn't have time to bother himself with the battle above (or behind). Vincent was beckoned to the surface by the shouts of "FIREBALL" and "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE". He quickly scurried to the top of the battlements. "Holy..." Vincent never liked pain. He probably never will. But, there are those moments where it's necessary. Vincent lifted his staff from his back and placed it in front of him, where it proceeded to float. A small flash of energy from Vincent's eyes lead to a giant beam of blue-white energy being expelled from Vincent's hands and eyes, forming into one immense missle when it wholly consumed his staff. The soldiers' mouths that were below fell open before their faces were seared by heat. The beam contacted the enemies' barrier with a hissing roar, then proceeded through it. When it contacted the fireball, everyone figured it would cause it to dissipate. They were wrong. A catastrophic explosion ensued as the malevolent energy of the beam mixed with the eldritch fire, causing most of the army of Lance (and some of Gerald's) to be consumed instantly by the horrendous eruption. A small smirk crawled across Vincent's face as he was violently hurled back from the walls into the innfront, a burnt mess. EDIT: after I typed this, I imagined the tapes of the Nevada nuclear tests. [ Sunday, October 05, 2003 15:50: Message edited by: Kogar ] -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Saturday, September 27 2003 20:47
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Vincent had, over the period of the day, grown quite fond of the inn he so willingly charred his left hand for. When the bar owner came asking for help, Vincent quickly hustled down from the battlements from which he watched his rather pathetic minions meet their demise. "I'll see what can be done." Vincent entered the dank cellar to see what kind of damage had been done already. "Hmm... no real damage yet, but I'm no mason." Vincent cast a rather short duration ward on the wall of the cavern. "They won't be getting in tonight, anyway." Vincent hadn't been totally honest with everyone he had met that day. He had simply told them what types of magic he could do, not the kind of magic he specialized in. Sure, he was somewhat adept at placing abjurations. So? Any second-rate wizard could place this ward. They would find him out soon enough. He hadn't even mentioned his conjuration powers to anyone before he used them. And usually such a blabbermouth. A front was usually easy to keep up, especially with an imagination and personality like his. But he had screwed up. His real talents might even be appreciated, but it wasn't worth the risk. That was the reason he was kicked out of his own home, the fief his father had worked so hard for. Oh well, tomorrow's another day. [ Saturday, September 27, 2003 21:00: Message edited by: Kogar ] -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, September 26 2003 08:47
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OOC: C'mon people, POST!! Join the fun (or get things moving). I like this RP! IC: Vincent decided that he didn't like the looks of this fight. "Why do I always get involved in other people's business?" He put his wand away in the sling on his back, unsheathed his sword, and started to lowly mumble something in a foreign tongue. Suddenly, a beam of ruby light came from the sky, hit the ground with a soundless impact, and three twisted forms of some demonic beasts flashed into existence. "They aren't the smartest, but they'll do without a summoning circle." -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, September 24 2003 14:09
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Those who know of me and how crazy and angry I am may be somewhat surprised at knowing I have never commited ANY crime (except drag racing, which I wasn't even driving and we weren't even seen). I've never tried drugs (I'm for legalizing mary jane, but I would never smoke it), I've never stolen anything, and I've never vandalized anything ('cept my friend's locker with a dry-erase marker, but that's not even close to vandalism). I have my own beliefs on life, one of which includes the common sense idea that burning bridges behind you gets you where you want to go now, but it doesn't get you where you want to go tomorrow. -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, September 24 2003 13:34
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Vincent, seeing the gap filled, decided to finish off the soldiers still in the wall with one of the more powerful powers of his wand. "Oh, this is gonna hurt." His arm flinched as a quick flash flew up the length of the staff. The gem lit up, and a bright flash turned into several bolts of blue light that detonated several of the soldiers into nothing but charred armor chunks and small grass fires. However, Vincent's hand was smoking. "YEEOW! That never gets any better." -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, September 23 2003 17:51
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This may be somewhat off topic, but I'm guessing Lord of Evil isn't a "native" English speaker (for lack of a better term). -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, September 23 2003 17:03
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From the rock face to the east of the yard of the inn climbs a curious spelunker: A man dressed in his own heraldric surcoat (dark red with black trim, the symbol a shining silver dragon on his back) extending to his ankles in a skirt-like piece with two v-shaped cuts at the bottom between his legs, a somewhat short teak staff, topped with a beautiful blue gemstone the size of a fist, and dimly glowing blue runes coating the sides. A leather sheath hangs on his back for switching to his sword from his staff. A sword dangles from his right side perpendicularly from his hip. His shield, still on his right arm, also bears a very worn rendition of the draconic figure on the same crimson background. His peculiar helm was of a dark bronze, barely shining in the harsh noon sun. The helm was somewhat of a conical shape, coming down his head just past the ears from a point possibly two inches above his skull. A large red plume extended straight up from the helm and tapered to a point behind the base of his skull. The shine of chainmail glints from below the base of his neck, behind his surcoat. A thin moustache laid on his upper lip, accompanying a scar running from below his eye to his chin. He immediately runs to the nearest defender of the war-torn tavern. "Would you be in need of a provider of linament?" "WHAT?" "I heal people. I also have quite an extensive vocabulary of abjurations, and a respectable list of destructive powers." "Uh... sure. There's the ladder to the hoardings." OOC: I'm not going to be able to post a great deal, so feel free to use him some (although I'd like to come back to a still-breathing character NOT in the middle of something). I should be able to check up on the RP for about an hour a day, and when I can dodge the gremlin that works in the library of my school. She can appear in a cloud of brimstone stench anytime. Well, keep him out of trouble. EDIT:Helps if I give his name. His name is Vincent, and he's loud, arrogant, slightly cowardly, but a good leader of soldiers on the field. [ Tuesday, September 23, 2003 17:23: Message edited by: Kogar ] -------------------- -"Well, double dumbass on you!" -William Shatner, Star Trek: The Motion Picture Posts: 51 | Registered: Tuesday, September 23 2003 07:00 |