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 Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2017 10:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2017 10:22 pm
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Character Profiles
 Basic
Name: Zena White
Age: 20
Hight: 5' 3
Weight: 115
Scars and/or Tattoos: A large scar across her back from her right shoulder blade to her left hip.
Species: Witch
More About Them
Personality:
When you first meet Zena she is shy, unsure what to do and say when it comes to new people or anything to do outside of the woods. She comes off as a little odd to most people as the world outside the woods is all unfamiliar to her and can act like a child because of it. Behind all that shyness and slight childish ways she is a gentle soul and will do whatever is right for others. She would stand up for those in need even though she is the little guy and could lead her getting hurt.
Bio:
Zena was born a witch, with her bright red hair a dead give away so she had always lived in a world of hate as witches were never welcomed in this world. She never had a easy life as a child, always being called names, have things tossed at her, kids chasing her down and beating her up. It got so bad that one day a man tried killing her which lead to her getting the large scar on her back. At the age of 12 her mother and her were forced out of their village and made themselves a home deep in the forest were they could live in peace. Zena never left the forest as her mother feared for her life after what happened to her in the village and told her Zena never to leave the forest. One day Zena's mother traveled to a town to gather supplies but she was discovered as a witch, then was killed and Zena never found out happened to her mother but never left the forest just like her mother said. Zena has lived on her own ever since with only her mothers books to teach her the ways of magic and spells.
Likes:
Reading
Tea
Nature
Baked Goods
Star Gazing
Dislikes:
Loud and busy places
Deep bodies of water
Fire.
Basic
Name: Kreiss Fangheart
Age: 22
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 190 Ibs.
Scars and/or Tattoos: A branded mark over his right pectoral in the shape of a crown. A birthmark on his left hip in the vague shape of two fangs.
Species: Human
More About Them
Personality: Kreiss is a determined man through and through. He is straight to the point and when he sets his mind to something he does not give up until all of his options are exhausted. With that determination comes the natural ability of a leader and Kreiss is more than willing to take command of a situation given the option. However for all of his confidence he finds it drains away as soon as contact on a more intimate level happens, and with past events he has found that said loss of confidence can lead to trouble and thus he avoids such situations as best as possible. If he is cornered he can become very meek and shy.
Bio: When Kreiss was first born it spelled trouble for his family. Red hair was a universal sign of magic and the devil's work. However it was offset slightly by the fact that none of his other family members had red hair themselves, instead holding a brunette stature. Further still he was born a boy and with those two factors he was not killed as soon as he was birthed.
However the world was not a kind place. Suspicion arose around his family, rumors spread, and soon he was abandoned as a mere babe in a basket on the cobbled streets of the capital city. The devil's own luck shined upon him that night.
A carriage went by and was stopped when the woman inside noticed the basket and heard the crying of a baby outside. When the door was opened for her she followed the sound and soon came upon the baby Kreiss. Without hesitation and dismissed the worries of those that were at hand. With that, Kreiss was taken to a manor in which the woman resided.
There her husband and own baby child met her, and the man rose little alarm to the situation once it was explained. He agreed that it was a cruel fate for a baby to have and their own baby could use someone to watch out for her while she grew up.
Years passed and Kreiss went from baby to child with the daughter of the house. The two of them grew close, like brother and sister and they were none the wiser. Their was whispers in the halls but whenever they approached all such things were hushed. However soon the owner of the house came to speak with Kreiss.
He was old enough to act as the protector for the daughter of his household now, and the secret from when he was first brought to the home came to light. At first Kreiss did not believe the man, but when the book of lineage was shown to him Kreiss did the only thing he could do. Accept the idea. He did not think it was unfair, instead finding that serving the house was the best way he could repay their kindness.
So distance grew between him and his former sister and now charge. He began his training and drilling, and once more, years passed. Soon he was no longer a young boy, but one who was in his teenage years. With his training finally complete he was presented to the daughter of the house once more. Grown she had and when they met it took both of them a moment to speak, however when they did it was not from intimacy, but of servant and master.
Wherever the lady went, Kreiss followed, sword at hip and silent unless spoken to. However even this structure would not last long. As the man of the house grew older, many of the militaristic duties fell upon Kreiss to take up, while the private affairs were given to his charge. The duo became inseparable once more, and the house gained some prestige due to the combination. However a secret was kept from the world.
The nights road by, and Kreiss was posted each night outside the bed chambers of the growing lady of the house. Soon these posts were within the bedroom instead. The lady had grown interested in the male physique in a twisted way. Each night a blade or whip or riding crop was taken to Kreiss' body. He could not refuse so long as he was bound in servitude to the woman, and after the gentle torture she would kiss the wounds she had caused, sewed them up, treated them, teased them, then enjoyed the rest of his body if she was not tired.
The years continued with this lifestyle, and Kreiss had grown accustom to it. Even as the lands began to growl afoul and necrotic by some unknown source. Soon, his services as a warrior were called upon, not by the house he served, but by the kingdom itself. He had become a warrior of renown without having realized it. Soon enough he was taken as a knight for the king, risen above the servitude for the house he once worked for. He was given a place within the king's retinue and was branded as such.
With this branding came a quest for him to undertake with a small band of knights. It was his test of courage and devotion to the crown. A witch was behind the cause of the desecration of the kingdom and she had been located. In the forests near a remote village she worked her wicked deeds and now she needed to be killed before her power grew to strong and made the entire kingdom rot. So Keiss was sent forth on his quest, head held high to serve this noble task.
Likes:
-Cooking
-Philosophical Conversation
-Taking Charge
-Dancing
-Writing
-Ballroom Music
-Cake
Dislikes:
-The daughter of House Vendmere
-Tart tastes
-Vague orders
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2017 3:04 am
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Kreiss Fangheart, The Knight of the Red
Kreiss sat on his horse proudly, riding with the other eleven knights that had been assigned to the task. They were all part of the King's personal retinue and their discipline showed it. They all looked ahead as they ceremoniously rode through the town. Many of the villagers and travelers watched as they passed by in their gleaming armor. Some even whispered to each other as the banners flapped in the gentle wind.
"Did you hear? The King's Royal Guard are going to fight the Witch of the Woods!"
"That's suicide! She has a demon on her side! There is no way they could win against such unholy magics!"
"I heard they were blessed by the arch-priests in the capital. With the favor of the gods why should they not be able to win?"
"I hope they are able to kill her, she's given us to many problems as is."
"Who is that?"
Several pointed to Kreiss as his red hair was brushed aside by the gentle gales that floated past his face. It was true it certainly stuck out from the rest of the company he was in attendance with.
"A knight with red hair? What is the king thinking?"
"Perhaps he won't be affected by the witch because he has her kin's blood in him!"
"Are you saying that they are training Witch Hunters at the capital?"
"I hope they are! We could do with a group that can dig them out of their hiding places."
Kreiss just kept his gaze forward, his appearance stoic. He would let them whisper whatever rumors they wished. He had a task to do and it was not like he was a stranger to such whispers. His horse shook its head slightly, and the armor it wore grated its pieces together. Once the group he was traveling with reached the center of the town they circled around the fountain.
It was then the most veteran of the group barked a command. "King's Guard! Dismount!" In unison they all dismounted from their warhorses and stared directly at the fountain until the next order was barked. "About face!" They all turned to face the crowd that had gathered.
"King's Guard! Present arms!" The eldest knight cried out. Kreiss reached for the hilt of his blade and drew the two-handed claymore from its sheath, holding it in front of his face so it pointed straight to the sky. One of the knights alongside him drew his longsword and did the same, his shield strapped to his other arm. The one at his other shoulder drew both of his khopesh's out of their sheaths and crossed them in front of his person in an 'x' formation, his head tilted to the ground as if in prayer.
They were doing this to inspire courage in the villagers. None of them had fought a witch before and they did not know how many would survive an actual fight with one. Since she was the cause of many of the plights of the kingdom currently they knew she was going to be quite powerful. Kreiss was not going to fall on his first quest, he knew that much.
After a moment the commander gave a rallying speech to the crowd, telling the commoners that they would be able to rest easy tonight for the foe that had plagued them would be vanquished this day. It was standard faire for those who were wearing armor, but it seemed to calm many suspicions that they were not going to be able to succeed.
The group then remounted and headed for the woods, the banners flapping in the wind as they did so, the village watching them as they went.
Once inside the forest, the knights all drew their weapons and stowed the banners. This was the enemies territory now. "Sir Kreiss, take rear-guard. I don't want us ambushed behind." The lead knight stated.
"At once Sir Darillar." Kreiss stated, slowing his horse down to take up his proper position. Darillar continued his orders. "Sir Farinsa, Sir Vleisk, I want each of you to ride twenty paces on either side of the group. I want your eyes peeled for anything suspicious. Once everyone is in position, put your helms on. You know what the arch-priests said. Only the full set will protect us from a demon's curses and corruption."
It did not take long for everyone to get into place and once they were in position they all slipped on their helmets. Nothing about them changed magically or physically, but their faith made them believe it to be such. "We're the King's Guard men, let's make this quick and head home. I'm not the only one here with a daughter after all."
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2017 10:23 pm
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Zena White, The Witch of the Woods
These woods were well known across the kingdom, even in some other kingdoms. The woods was coated with fog and nothing grew in these woods other then thorn bushes, other then that there was only tall dead trees that blocked the sky so if you looked up you only saw darkness. The woods were always in complete darkness, which made people dare not enter as finding their way out was slim. Many people in the past have tried to find the witch who is said to live in these woods but were never seen again. Some say that the witch cursed these woods so that who ever would enter the woods would be cursed as well and never be the same as they once were and forever be lost in the woods.
As the brave group of knights further into the woods looking for the witch that is said to live in these woods and cause the plague across the kingdom it got colder and colder. There was the odd rustles here and there that could be from a animal from any ordinary woods but this was not just any ordinary woods. Could be a poor soul that is lost and twisted with darkness or a creature made by the witch herself. Whispers could be heard from all around but it was not clear what the whispers were coming from or whatever it was was saying. This place was sure to make any man or woman mad and lose their minds.
But soon the whispers got louder and louder and soon enough the knights war horses started acting up, getting spooked and unable to move any further.
" Knights of the kingdom, knights of the kingdom!"
" Come to capture us? Come to capture us?"
" Let them try..."
Crackling laughter surrounded the group of knight before it stopped and it was quiet again with only the sounds of the horses being uneasy. Then a dark figure leaped onto one of the knights, knocking him off his horse with a laud screech, clawing its way through the mans armour and going to bite any exposed skin. More dark figures came out screeching from the darkness with cheap made swords and armour. There skin grey and dead like, almost like they were the walking dead. These human like creatures were once a well known group of thieves that all the sudden disappeared. They must of thought they could take on the witch and paid the price entering these woods. There mind, body and souls now twisted into darkness.
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2017 10:57 pm
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Kreiss Fangheart, The Knight of the Red
The voices made the group of knights halt their progress. "Form up men! stay close to one another! Scouts return!" The thundering of hooves was what brought the knights close and once they were in a tight knit formation they moved in a slow circle, eyes darting back and forth.
Kreiss's neck hairs tingled slightly, raising on end as he hefted his two handed weapon. "Commander we should keep mov-." he was cut off by the scream of a horse and knight as they were shoved to the ground.
Their were no commands that came out, as their enemies surrounded them. The knights knew what to do. Weapons were brought to bear against their opponents. A clatter of steel on steel rang out and the music of combat began.
Kreiss himself had charged forward on his horse to take the initiative from his foes as they came swarming out of the fog, Swinging his claymore down and around, shattering the defenses of two on his right side as his eyes went wide with a hunger to kill. However his exposed left side for his horse was quickly taken and blades were shoved into the legs of his steed, toppling the horse with ease.
Kreiss went flying on the ground, a clatter of steel and flesh before smacking up against a tree. A cough escaped his lips and he quickly stood, raising his blade in the High Point style, the sword held high above his head, the grip loose.
Enemies flew at him in some unknown rage or hunger and Kreiss quickly felled one by one, his fellow knights taking to the task as well. However for every one he killed, and for every one his allies killed, two more appeared to fill the ranks of the fallen.
Then the trap was sprung. The previously slain rose once more with their haunting cackles and wrapped themselves around several knights, screams of humans in fear crescendo'd out of the woods. No gods would touch this place here, their armor nothing more than a metal sarcophagus for those within.
Kreiss himself pulled himself free and found his way to the center, battered from the ambush. The fight had only been seven minutes and they were only down to two knights left, the swarm coming around. His back was pressed against another.
"Are you with me brother?" Kreiss asked, breathing heavily as he sliced another enemy in twain. There was no response. "Brother talk to me! Do you think you can keep fighting?" There was still no response.
Finally Kreiss glanced only to see that the body he was speaking to had already been beheaded, being used as a shield for his backside unbeknownst to him. He needed to find a way to escape.
A single horse darted by and with snap judgement he grabbed the reins as the horse charged its way through the ranks, blades and teeth and claws tearing away the finery that was his armor rather quickly. The horse jumped over a fallen log and Kreiss smashed against it, being forced to let go of the reins.
The swarm chased after and he stood, trying to pick up his blade once more to point at his enemy, only to find that one arm hung limp against his side, broken and splintered. "Come on Kreiss... You can do it... You've got a duty to do." He coughed and saw a spattering of blood on his visor. Internal bleeding.
Kreiss pulled the blade up and around to rest on one shoulder in a wild maneuver. "Gotta keep fighting." He slumped to a knee as he coughed again, breathing heavily. A blade slammed its way into his body from behind, causing a rush of blood to flow to the ground he was kneeling on. "Come... On..."
Kreiss stood and turned, swinging the sword in a wide arc around him. Another enemy down. He kept this wild nature for another minute before finally coming to be cornered against a tree, and all out of options as he used his sword to support his weight. |
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2017 12:07 am
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Zena White, The Witch of the Woods
Deeper in the woods as the knights fought for their lives the young witch that lived in the woods they were looking for was out and about. Strolling through the woods with her large red crystal staff in hand. Her red hood over her head, covering a part of her face and some of her red fire like hair. The young woman wondered through the woods to see if there was any changes in the woods, any sign of life but alas there was not even a little green weed that sprouted from this soil that hold nothing more then blood from all the blood shed that happened in these woods.
Nothing seemed different or dangerous around here when she could hear the screeches that were all to familiar. Men who were now twisted into the darkness of the woods and longed for nothing but blood and death of all living things that came into these woods. She stopped in her tracks, looking in the detraction the screeches came from before turning away, ready to return to her little hut in the woods when she heard screams... Screams from living men. She looked back the way they were coming from, thinking if she should save her own skin and just head back or do something to help those men.
Then a large horse, covered in blood and wounds came galloping by her and there was no more screams from men, only the chilling screeches that still echoed through the woods. If they were still screeching that meant there was someone they were still hunting. If she didn't do anything that one last soul would be tainted by the woods just like the others. The witch who did whatever she could to not be found and stay out of danger when running straight for it.
The knights could cut down as many dark creatures as they wanted but more kept coming and the ones they cut down would slowly rise again from the fog and attack again. There was no stopping them, not until every knight and warhorse were dead. They were now on their last knight who has now falling off a nobel warhorse and now maybe tacking his last breath as he coughed up bloods. The smell of his blood only made the creatures of the woods long for his flesh more. They were closing in on the knight unable to defend himself who had lost all his brethren.
Lux Aeterna sit custodiat te!
A bright light casted over the area, making the creatures of darkness screech in horrible pain as they scrambled to get away from it. The young women in the red hood jumped off from the log and stepped closer and closer to the creatures with the light coming from her staff, pushing the creatures away from the wounded knight.
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2017 12:28 pm
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Kreiss Fangheart, The Knight of the Red
Kreiss simply stood there as the creatures encroached on what little space he had left. "By the gods old and new... Send me the strength to combat these foes." He whispered, breathing ragged and wet. His vision was going hazy on him. He knew what that meant.
He slumped to his knees, blade clattering to the soft dirt below with a thump. He tried to hold his head up to look his enemy in the face as best as he could. There were so many of them, their cries deafening in the blur of sound he had. Then, they seemed to halt. A noise all to familiar to a voice sprung up from behind him before light showered the perimeter.
Kreiss slowly turned his head to see what was casting the light and all he saw was a ball of light and a shaded figure, small but there. "The gods... Must have heard me..." He murmured. "I'll leave the rest... To you." His body was slumped and defeated, his eyes doing their best to stay open. Kreiss needed to see the fight through to the end, even if it was an ambush from men who fought from beyond the grave.
However as much as his fortitude had allowed him to stay alive thus far, an iron will only got one so far, and soon even in his knelt position, holding his head up straight was to difficult for the numbing body. His head slumped forward, blood trickling out of the visor and gaps in his armor where blades had punctured his body. |
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2017 9:59 pm
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Zena White, The Witch of the Woods
The cursed creatures stumbled over one another as they tried to get away from the blinding light that seemed to pain them so. Though there was a couple who were desperate for blood that they went on their hands and knees and lunged at the young woman in red. The witch used her staff as a weapon, hitting one of the dark creatures with it then the other before swirling her staff above her head as if getting ready for another attack. "lux inspiratione!" She shouted before bringing the foot of her staff to the ground that sent a blast of light from the crystal of her staff that sent the two blood thirsty creatures flying a few feet away.
With that last attack from her staff it sent all of the cursed creatures running into the woods, their screeching slowly and slowly going into the distance but it wouldn't be long till they came back and maybe even more of them. Lowering her staff as the light from it slowly dimmed down until the light was gone, she turned around to see that the knight slumped forward and bleed out from his armour. Quickly, she ran to his side and put her staff down before gently grabbing his shoulders and laying him down on the ground. She then took off the knights helmet to only be surprised by the colour red, and not just from the blood. This knights hair was red, not common for most people unless they were a witch or a warlock but there was no way that they would let a warlock become a knight.
Now was not the time for questioning who or what he was. Right now this man needed help. The red cloaked woman hovered her hand around the knights armour, trying to sense how injured he was without taking off his armour which was internal bleeding. "Consano..." She said softly before her hand hovering above the knights armour glowed a gold like light. The spell that she casted was a healing spell that would help him heal faster and take away some of the pain but it wasn't going to be enough. She would have to get him back to her hut and make a healing potion that would stop and heal the internal bleeding. It would take a little time before he would fully heal but he would live as long as she got him back to the hut in time. " You will be fine... Just hang on a little longer." She said softly, taking a look at the knights red hair before standing up and whistling a quick little tune. Not long after she whistled her little tune a old grey donkey came trotting towards them the way the woman came from, stopping at the log as it was not able to jump over it.
The witch got up and hovered both hands over the wounded knight and took a deep breath before she slowly started to raise her hands. While doing so Kreiss slowly started to raise off the ground. She may be a witch but not all spells she had mastered and Telekinesis spells were not her strong suit. She would of used her powers to take him back to her home but be was not strong enough to do so therefore she called her old friend to carry him back home. She levitated Kreiss onto the old donkey gently, breathing heavily doing so as it took a lot more out of her then she thought. Grabbing her staff, she climbed over the log she patted the donkey on the neck before leading the way back to her small home in the woods that she had lived alone in for years.
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2017 10:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2017 7:21 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2017 10:04 pm
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Kreiss Fangheart, The Knight of the Red
Kreiss was unconscious throughout the whole night, drifting from a restful sleep to ones of fitful stirrings where he groaned, grumbled, and let out soft cries of pain. His breathing had gotten better, but it was difficult to tell whether he would join his brothers in death or heal enough to become conscious in the morning.
It was not until an hour before light did he finally open his eyes, covering them as even the candlelight made his eyes feel the sting of over exposure. He blinked away tears and tried his best to look around, nothing more than blurs around his vision. From what he could tell he was in some form of enclosure.
Beneath him the scratchy feeling of hay was dulled overall as his body did its best to repair the damage from the previous day's fight. He did his best to move, finding his body significantly lighter than when he was in combat. A quick glance to his body told him why. His armor was gone from his person, instead left in his linen pants and gambeson.
A hand reached out to one of the lights to try and snag it, and he wheezed out a strained breath as he tried to do so. The arm falling limply across his person after a few struggling seconds. "W-Water... Please..." He muttered, unsure if anyone was there to hear him or if he had somehow escaped on his own. "Water... Please... I need water..." |
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2017 5:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2017 12:11 am
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Kreiss Fangheart, The Knight of the Red
Kreiss's eyes followed the moving blur as it shifted about in his vision. It was difficult to tell if it was a man or a woman, as his vision was having difficulty clearing itself. He figured it was from exhaustion and from what pain he could still feel.
When his head was brought up, he took a deep breath, doing his best to help whomever was helping him by trying to sit up. If anything he was at the very least tenacious in his attempts, his wounded body shaking as it tried to pull itself up into a sitting position. However that did not last long as the cup of water was brought to his lips.
Kreiss did not drink quickly, but his hand moved up to touch at the wooden cup, as if trying to support the steady hand that was holding it. Small sips at a time and every once in a while he would move his hand to try and tip the cup away so he could take a breath. He only sputtered once, and that was at the end when it was nearly empty. It didn't take him long to clear his throat. "Do you... Know... What happened to my brothers?" He asked, his dull, nearly lifeless eyes looking over to his savior.
"I need... To report to the capital... Tell them... Tell them what happened." He let out a small, pathetic and weak cough. "If I don't make it... I need you... Take this to the capital..." Kreiss's hands moved to his stomach region, one hand pulling a signet ring away from the other and doing his best to hold it up. "The king... Will know... When presented with this... What happened." It seemed his mutterings were more to just make sure whatever he was thinking was getting out just in case he expired on the spot. |
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2017 5:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2017 7:34 pm
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