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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall OOC
« on: December 09, 2011, 08:00:06 am »
Need for structure warring with need for spontaneity... Also, could you post the player names or an abbreviation? I keep forgetting which puppeteer goes to which character.   :-[

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall OOC
« on: November 12, 2011, 07:22:43 am »
Haha. Thanks.

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall
« on: November 11, 2011, 09:15:59 pm »
Fiona kept watch through the hours that others spent digging or sleeping. She herself was too restless to sleep, her mind too active. She missed the sway of a ship's deck beneath her feet, the comforting groan of wood as it flexed with the tides, the warm fleece-lined hammock that had been made specially for her. Though she could be considered a combat veteran, Fiona always felt the pre-battle jitters that kept her awake. Her body could relax now with experience, but her mind remained aflutter. But, she reasoned, with everyone asleep or otherwise occupied, the group required at least one sentry. One never knows when the enemy might send the odd patrol.

The tunnel entrance was revealed eventually, and Fiona prodded Aidan with her foot to wake him. She strung her bow and rose to her feet, testing the draw and finding it satisfactory. Her dagger was loose in its sheath, secure, but easy to draw. The archer stretched a bit, warming up before the trek into the tunnel, and releasing some of the pent-up energy coiled inside her. She recalled that some warriors could harness their inner energies to enhance their abilities, and wondered if this was a similar sensation. I shall ask later, she decided as they entered the tunnel.

"Once we do find the guards, our primary plan is to attempt to kill them before they can trigger any defense mechanisms. We'll need bows and magic. Acan targets the mage, of course, if there is one. Estia, an explosive fire enchantment on your arrow, please. Fiona, you take care of anyone reaching for a switch or anything else that looks like a trigger. I can shoot an energy arrow, but only once, I can't cast that spell in rapid succession. Nex, you're our last resort. Hopefully you won't have to do anything, but be ready for anything. If they manage to trigger a collapse, we may need some heavy magic."

"If we fail, we'll try try to get out of the way when the tunnel collapses, and once it calms down, Harold will dig us through. Any questions or suggestions?" He finally looked over his shoulder as he said these last words.

Fiona merely nodded at her instructions, opening her mouth to ask whether she should try to scale the walls to open the gate (As a ship's hand, she was quite an agile climber) when she heard a <click> followed by the sharp hiss of projectiles in the air. She hit dirt, rolling to the corner where wall met floor and losing a couple of arrows in the process. She pushed herself to her feet, hissing at a sharp pain in the heel of her hand, and looked to find a cut from a stone from the floor. "It seems the enemy has first blood."

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall OOC
« on: October 25, 2011, 07:19:38 pm »
I'm thinking the woad paint in Soul's character and mine....and don't we have another from our culture as well? Anyway, I think the woad paint is supposed to have a similar effect to

Teikan Dou: Accelerating your ki-flow, improves your reflexes and endurance.
and
Ganshuu En: Infusing your muscles with ki, improves your strength, and hardens your flesh somewhat.

Except that the paint's effect hardens the skin to an armor-like quality, yes? Now, my character hasn't learned to use ki (yet), and I believe Soul stated that the woad was activated by ki. But if it's paint blessed by our war god, wouldn't it be more along the lines of holy magic? If Soul could clarify this, that would be great.
I'd like to know what my girl can and cannot do, but if she can't use the specials, I guess she'll just have to rely on distracting her enemies with her nakedness while she shoots them in the face. >:D

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall
« on: September 14, 2011, 03:27:54 am »
A tunnel would be a poor place to use her bow, Fiona surmised as she studied the dig site. She unstrung the bow, slipping the stave into  her quiver and looping the string into a small oiled pouch on her sword belt. Battle was not eminent, and she still had her sword, but leave a bow strung too long, and it loses its power. A crossbow could be left strung until needed, but she considered it to be such an inelegant weapon, and thus refrained from touching crossbows unless absolutely necessary. Kneeling comfortably, Fiona wrapped her cloak about herself, scanning the horizon for danger.

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall OOC
« on: August 27, 2011, 05:38:59 pm »
As Soul explained it to me, the sacred paints our people use are somewhat magical in nature. When activated, they provide protective shielding over our skin like invisible armor, and greatly enhance our physical abilities for a brief period of time. So it's kind of like a berserker rage, except we're aware of what we're doing.

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall
« on: August 25, 2011, 04:35:04 am »
Following silently, Fiona's brow furrowed at the idea of sneaking through some cave. Swimming the moat sounded like a much better plan to her, but then, as a sailor, she was more comfortable in the water than beneath the earth. "I think I'd rather take my chances with the winged one," she muttered to no one in particular.

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall OOC
« on: August 22, 2011, 05:38:40 am »
As for the ordered turns, am I now expected to post so soon after I made a post (ie is it my turn again)? I really can't think of anything to write just yet, and if it's my turn, I don't want to hold up the RP. I'm really not that great at "assigned turns" type of play. Not even when it comes to board games.  ;D

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall
« on: August 21, 2011, 05:12:45 am »
The archer stood in a ready stance, bow lowered as she gazed at the target, eyes a neutral shade of blue-grey. She raised her hand to the quiver on her back, selecting an arrow and nocking it to the string, raising the bow. Back muscles rippled beneath the gear harness as she drew back the string, calmly adjusting for the breeze and resulting hair in her eyes. In battle, the enemy does not wait for your vision to clear, she thought. He will take advantage of your blindness and attack. Fiona Geileis am Brina did not need to see the target with her eyes. Instinct honed from constant practice took over, enabling her to make the tiny adjustments necessary. She knew its location, visualizing it in her mind, her imaginary arrow striking true. A small smile spread on her lips as she released the arrow. That smile widened as she found her arrow had indeed impaled the heart of the target, neatly clustered among several others.

Returning to camp, she frowned at several soldiers ogling her naked body, voicing catcalls and whistling at her. The barbarians in their metal armor were idiots obsessed with sex. She longed to strike them down for their impertinence, but prior incidents had taught her not to cause permanent injury unless they actually tried anything. It still grated on her nerves, and she practically vibrated with rage as she stood by her countryman. "Tell me I get to shoot some of these barbarians in the face."

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall OOC
« on: August 20, 2011, 10:18:14 pm »
Profile submission!

Name: Fiona Geileis am Brina

Gender: Female

Age: 23

Race
: Human(of the lands of Tylwythau Treftadaeth Etifedd)

Appearance:
Short, with dusty brown hair kept tied into braids and blue-grey eyes. A harness to bear her gear, a quiver of arrows upon her back, and a battle skirt complete an outfit usually supplemented by a tunic for the cold. While possessing shoes, she prefers to go barefoot when temperatures don’t leave her freezing.

Personality:
Short-tempered and volatile, Fiona is quick to take offense, but just as quick to cool off. Like an archer’s arrow, she is very direct and to the point. You want a diplomat, then she is not your girl. Though raised along the coast where weather often takes a cooler turn, she absolutely hates being cold and will often wear a tunic in addition to her battle harness and cloak.

Special Abilities
:
Growing up in a tribal proper, Fiona learned martial skills from a young age. Though not the best or strongest warrior, she is an excellent archer and skirmisher, and a decent tactician.  Painted symbols of the patron war god of her homeland mark her skin alongside clan tattoos. The blessings bestowed by the holy paint increase strength, speed, and endurance, providing magical armor for a short period of time.

Items of Interest:
A black steel short sword of a length more like a long dagger etched with carvings of dolphins and clan markings on the cross guard and base of the blade. A warm yellow short bow etched with similar tribal markings - worn with age, but well taken care of- is her favorite weapon.

Woad Paint, a special paint mixture steeped in legend and religious lore.  She rarely uses it as she does not fight on the front lines. By drawing the paint in holy symbols on her skin, she draws upon divine blessing to give her “armor” in close combat and enhance her abilities.

Heavy cloak for cold weather, paired with a thigh-length green tunic because she REALLY dislikes being cold.

A small bone talisman bracelet on her left wrist.

History:
I was born in the lands of Tylwythau Treftadaeth Etifedd, to the tribe of Brina, to the line of Geileis, to the given name of Fiona. My people were of the coast, and thus we sailed the straits, knowing the sea like a beloved. My father’s eldest child and only girl, I learned the arts of combat and the hunt, supplementing my family’s diet of fish with wild game.

It was a quiet life, interspersed as it was with the raids of other clans and outlanders. One such raid left my brothers dead and my father crippled, his warrior spirit broken. It was then that I took up the bow against other men and learned the meaning of battle. I then joined in raids against other clans, working as a ship hand and scout, acting both for revenge and to restore my father’s honor. There was little loot to be won, but it was enough for my family’s comfort.

The years passed and eventually, my ship carried the warband of Aidan Donovan am Delian. When the storm cast us from the sea, I thought it an ill omen until I dashed my head upon the rocks and thought no more. I awoke on the shore shivering with cold, and took a cloak from one of the dead. With little choice, I follow Aidan’s leadership until I meet my fate.

Picture:
http://friday87central.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/vlcsnap-5187710.jpg

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