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585, Figures from Thera's past
Posted by Ysaloerye on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
Ok Folks I am looking for char descriptions for some of Theran's legendary figures. The criteria is exclusionary:
no mages
no duergar
no orcs


They don't have to be only Pillar worthy chars, they can be anyone who has left their mark on the World in terms of reputation or contribution.
No real prize apart from the chance that your description may well end up in the game.
You can either post here or email to me directly Ysaloerye@carrionfields.com
587, RE: Figures from Thera's past
Posted by Hopelessdwarf on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
Heres a couple semi recent ones.. hope this helps

Alriac:
Before you stands one of the biggest dwarves you've
ever seen. A face set with a fierce scowl upon
it, a beard that hangs well down below his waist,
this dwarf looks to be having a very bad day. His
arms look proportionate to his body, his legs
are short, giving him a stumpy posture yet not
short. He seems to be covered with various smudges
and soils telling you that he must be a craftsman
of some kind. The strong scent of ale catches
your nose.....


Blitzenturt:
An aged, mature fire giant stands before you. From years
of training, his muscles are toned and extremely well defined.
From the years of battling, you just sense a presence within
him. Of average height and weight for his ancestry, his
demeanor appears confident, one would say borderline arrogant.

Weapons of all array lay sheathed about him, indicating his
profession as a warrior. Twirling around what seems a very
heavy polearm, you also see in particular more hammers than
any other types of weaponry.

As he appears to keenly observe his surroundings, you notice
a brand of sorts on his left cheek. The brand is that of
the Imperial Codex. It almost appears to be...pulsating.



Lerimos:
Midnight black feathers swirl menacingly around this tall figure. Standing well over seven feet in height this wiry Arial stands hunched in a seemingly ever prone hunting stance. A large silver beak hooks menacingly down to the nape of his neck. One menacing bloodshot eye seems to emit hatred as it peers down his beak. The other eye is covered with a ragged brown patch marked with a faded red X across it. Broad shoulders give way to lean arms that are covered in more ragged black feathers. The feathers here are frayed
and ill kept in comparison to those upon his torso and face. Age has ravaged this Avian as his feathers have turned from black to grey and his two black wings have begun to droop and turn a spotted grey and black. Upon the tips of his hands and feet are short pointed talons each shaved to take on the form of small daggers.


586, The ones I have
Posted by Maquiavel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
Voss:
What appeared to be a small mound of earth is a bit disconcerting as it blinks
eyes as big and round as the full moon resting in the clouds of the night sky
and stares up at you. Pale moonbeams reveal the small figure cloaked in moss
and lichen that meld seemlessly with his sinewy form. Wide and long blades
of grass entertwine in strange weaving to form a deep cowl that rests low on
the creature's forehead just above its bushy eyelashes. As the druid raises
a small staff of rohan above his head, his robes open to reveal a large wound
that spans from collar bone to naval, the wound is undressed but unbleeding,
and though he appears mindful of it, the mark does not hinder the druid's
motions, rather it appears a natural part of him. With a resounding clap of
thunder the small druid brings his staff to the ground, and in the same motion
disappears...

Padgett:
Brilliantly vibrant wings extend from beneath the blackened
platemail of the heavily cloaked figure before you. Although
he appears out of place within plain view, the winged creature
does not shy away from your penetrating gaze. His body is small
but still possesses, in a somewhat diminished form, a compact
strength that can easily dispatch much larger foes. He returns your
scrutiny with a devilish glare, clearly judging your worth to him.