Arnickles Renodin/Mord

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Description

The spawn of the desert cast out of the desert. This well over 7 feet tall, hapless creature suffers from condition known to very few scholars, a condition of albinism. His chalk-white skin and red hued eyes were enough to earn him a lifetime of exclusion and rejection. Not a kind man. If a man at all.

In Service

Roleplay from Mord

Unusual travel Vorstadt, dim light of sun barely penetrated the foggy air of the Unterlands. Mord read arcane words and he read them uneasily. He carefully worked the ritual inscribed on the scroll and bright light engulfed him. He felt nauseous as the space itself opened to swallow him. He felt as if every part of his body shrinked and deformed, then elongated like long strands of curious dish southerners passionately cook. Gelene, bright light of afternoon sun reflected on the white towers of the city. There was no single cloud on the sky, no single drop of rain fell for about a week, there was no lightening or even possibility of one. And yet - a thunder ripped the busy buzz of the marketplace. Luckily for Mord nobody seemed to notice the source of the thunder - the space itself spewing forth his huge body. He blessed his luck... up until he heard: "A ghoul! A giant ghoul! An ogre ghoul within the city walls!" It reminded him just why he hated cities. His chalk-pale skin and red eyes made him unwelcomed... well - everywhere. He kneeled and raised his hands in surrender, bellowing with a voice that made him even more unwelcomed to all within the earshot: "I serve Aeon Rosalind! Leave me be." Guards pointed spears at him, startled that the adventurer matched them in height while down on his knees. "I serve well" - he added, hopeful that the guards would not damage their Queen's possession.

Mord

Roleplay from Rosalind Foxglove

Acceptance As the sun slipped below the horizon, Rosalind stood on the balcony of her withdrawing room in the palace. One of her ladies parted the curtain behind her and coughed to attract her attention. "A boy has arrived from the city watch with an urgent report, Your Highness." Rosalind winced a little at the "Your Highness". She had never become used to the servants and ladies in waiting using the royal formalities around her. She had, of course, been a Queen in another place, in another time, but Westgard had always felt different. Nevertheless, she observed the formalities and dismissed the lady in waiting. Returning inside her withdrawing room, she found a thin faced youth waiting for her. Clearly the errand boy of the captain of the watch. Rosalind commanded the lad to give his report. A monster had appeared in the marketplace. A giant with bone-white skin, red-rimmed glowing eyes, and wickedly sharp teeth the length of a man's fingers. A voice that sounded like a trumpet call. The brave men of the watch had finally managed to pin the creature against the inner walls, after a titanic struggle, holding it at spear point. It had shocked them all by claiming to be a servant of the Aeon. The report came out in an excited rush, the lad's eyes wide and his arms waving. Rosalind raised an eyebrow as the boy's tale came pouring out. She had the distinct feeling that there might be a bit of truth somewhere in it. But she told a lady to give the boy a coin anyway for his trouble and sent him back to the captain of the watch with a message that the giant was indeed in her service and was to be left to go about his business. Thinking a moment, she had a few more coins given to the errand boy and told him to make sure the watch captain bought a hooded cloak and gave it to Mord. The people of the city would grow accustomed to his peculiar appearance in time, but best to spare the man their gazes for a while.

Rosalind Foxglove

Roleplay from God

Rogues Sucked Into the Ground For many years, the beam of light had glowed under the three bloodstars within Darfix. Now the ground rumbled under the circle of eight portal stones that had been set by Janessa long long ago. A moment later, the ring of stones and the column of light are swallowed from beneath. Expanding outward from Darfix in a wave, small groups of monsters and undead soon find the ground opening up beneath their feet, plunging them into Dwilight's depths, and then closing around them. Small groups of monsters and undead crossing the seas find themselves drowned by the seas and pulled beneath the seabed.

God

Roleplay from Mord

Light in the West Mord walked into Zereth's guildhouse. It was less grand than cosy, less decorated than practical. It took him no time at all to find a scribe that would read him Queen's letter. Learning of it's contents the giant smiled, exposing a dirty but oddly still complete set of teeth. His cheeks felt numb, he could not recall his face doing that particular thing. Creatures such as he don't have many reasons to smile. "You serve me now!" - Mord exclaimed in joy, glad he wouldn't have to kidnap literate folks from towns anymore. "I most certainly do not!" - scribe said, part startled part angry. "Aeon says I write through this guild, you of this guild. You write my words for Lords now. You write them pretty! If your words get me lashes, I get you lashes." - as Mord was speaking, scribe grew more and more infuriated. Finally he bursted: "Listen to me you brute! I don't know what you imagined in that foolish head of yours but I will under no circumstances... F**K MY FRECKLES!" - Mord slid the hood of his cloak off of his head revealing chalk white skin, nigh-translucent hair and eyes of reddish hue. Combined with his extraordinary size it was enough to put shock in place of scribe's anger and prepare ground for single statement that broke his resistance: "You write my words now. Or else." - Mord said.

Mord