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Hopelessdwarf | Tue 13-Nov-07 01:53 PM |
Member since 15th Feb 2004
272 posts
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#587, "RE: Figures from Thera's past"
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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.
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Maquiavel | Tue 06-Nov-07 04:27 PM |
Member since 19th Jul 2004
29 posts
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#586, "The ones I have"
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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.
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