Tideweaver Family
Jecht
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Eldest of the Tideweavers direct line. Great Jouster. Won Tournament. Sacked Wudenkin, Vordul Sanguinis captial during war. Helped kill emperor. Got Swift Lance. Captain Crusader of Heralds of Obeah. Earl of Shriftgother ???-Present |
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Daizen
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Reject of Tideweaver line. Got caught selling secrets of trade routes. Former VIce Marshal of the Blazing Swords. Currently leader of colony effort. Fat. Trying to redeem himself. Noteable Battles 4/17/2020 Huge Battle Fought Defender Victory! Vice Marshal of the Blazing Swords |
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Travesty
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Founder of Coven of the Hidden God. High Adjudicator of Westgard. Margravine of Aquitain. Marshal of the Sun Swords. Currently priestess. Marshal of the Sun Swords ???-Present |
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Seifer
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Marshal of the Phoenix Legion. Hates Outer Tilog. Hates Johannes for his betray of Halcyon. Wants to ride an elephant. Gave up his Blessed Suit to Gothica after losing the war. Noteable battles: Huge Battle Fought Defender Victory! Marshal of the Phoenix Legion ???-Present |
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Talless
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Went to South Island to find Alexander only to discover he had died. Elected ruler of a dying Ikalak. Appointed self Duchess of the Final Order. Marshal of the Beppo Pyrotourists. Beppo Blessed High Priestess???-Present |
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Alexander (Dead)
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Youngest of the Tideweavers. Huge man. Sent on guard duty as a teen. Abducted and tortured by pirates causing mental illness. Lord of Capture and Offense of Ikalak until heroic death on Toren Stronghold's walls. Noteable Battles 4/14/2020 - 4/17/2020 Huge Battle Fought Defender Victory! Huge Battle Fought Defender Victory! Huge Battle Fought Huge Battle Fought Defender Victory! Huge Battle Fought Attacker Victory! June 14 2020
Defender Victory! star Huge Battle Fought message to everyone on South Island - 1 day, 23 hours, 16 minutes ago Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Toren Stronghold: Sandalak vs. Ikalak Estimated strengths: 630 men vs. 1080 men The Northern Collection Army (Ikalak), sponsored by Head Instigator and Flogger Sora Guile, were led into battle by Marshal Alexander Tideweaver. The Bards (Sandalak), sponsored by The one with the biggest lute Manfried Von Lunkhofen, were led into battle by Marshal Carac Hawk. Defender Victory!
Invited to Interact Roleplay from Alexander Tideweaver Player experience level: experienced Player play preference: rp-combat Message sent to everyone in Toren Stronghold (36 recipients) - 5 minutes ago Ikalaks Lord of Offense and Capture had been steadily busy along the walls. Torches burning bright as his men tarried upon the work set before them. Dawn would break soon. The reports of Taselak forces had reached him long ago. He knew they would come. They have long been feeding off the scraps Sandalak has left for them. Alexander smiled. He had a welcoming gift for fruit blooded lap dogs. A twisted gift that would surely please the Beppo. Dozens of peasants and captured soldiers lined the western walls of Toren Stronghold. This was the the side of Toren Taselak would first see, and Alexander wanted his message to the Tassies to be clear. Each captive had their hands bound behind their backs and were forced to their knees with their heads dangling over the rampart. The heads gave the stronghold a sick writhing weeping crown of living flesh. The captives moaned and ocassionally screamed in fear. Since their abduction from Falens during Ikalaks last campaign they had been beaten, starved and had random patches of flesh flayed from their living bodies. They just wanted the nightmare to be over. Lord Alexander would soon grant them their wish. Once all the peasants and captive soldiers were in place, Alexander took his place at the center of the wall. He was a towering man, with a massive two handed claymore strapped along his back. Directly behind him was a gigantic pile of various scraps of wood from homes damaged in the recent battles. Alexander raised his hand. Four knights rushed to the base of the scrap and raised their torches. When their Lord's hand swiftly came down they set the scrap ablaze creating a roaring bonfire behind their general that could be seen for miles. "TASELAK!" boomed Alexander "Welcome to Toren. The Beppo craves your fruity flesh once more and has seen to provide me with much to collect! For this gift I thank you! But we would be poor hosts if we did not grant you a preview of what awaits you within these walls." There was a long pause. Alexander unstrapped his massive blade and looked down on it lovingly. The gore stained blade was still wet from a recent flying. "...Allow me to oblige." With a swift motion Alexander brought the blade down upon the first peasants neck severing her head in one fluid motion. Her long hair flailing in the breeze as her decapitated head fell to the base of the stronghold. Blood began gushing down the walls painting them a bright sticky red. The remaining Taselak captives on the wall began to scream, moan, panic, thrash against their bonds, and cry out for anyone to save them. Alas no one did. The Lord of Offense and Capture systematically decapitated each one. Dozens of Taselak heads now lied at the base of Toren Stronghold. Dozens of bloody streaks now crowned her. "Almighty Beppo! May this meager sacrifice be only the beginning of the feast of Taselak blood you shall soon enjoy! May it garner your favor that I may bring you much more of the fruity flesh to engorge upon!" screamed Alexander maniacally. "Now Ikalak! To me! On the walls, all of you! Let us receive our guests properly!" Huge Battle Fought message to everyone on South Island - 7 minutes ago Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Toren Stronghold: Taselak vs. Ikalak Estimated strengths: 1090 men vs. 1260 men The Northern Collection Army (Ikalak), sponsored by Head Instigator and Flogger Sora Guile, were led into battle by Marshal Alexander Tideweaver. The Hammer of Taselak (Taselak), sponsored by Royal Rev Greer, were led into battle by Marshal Sepia Snodaert. Bryce Moore, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Kulvax Poe's unit. Erennius Marlior, Margrave of Hartfort was seriously wounded by a militia unit of Ikalak. Velish Vilanova, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Erennius Marlior's unit. Crostata de' Macachi, Noble of Ikalak was seriously wounded by Kulvax Poe's unit. The hero Alexander Tideweaver, Lord of Offense and Capture of Ikalak, Senator of Dakan, Marshal of the Northern Collection Army was killed by Joselyn Hensley's unit. Amaris Hall, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Kulvax Poe's unit. Elizabeth Rose, Dame of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Kulvax Poe's unit. Noah Lawson, Count of Jerelin was seriously wounded by a militia unit of Ikalak. Crostata de' Macachi, Noble of Ikalak was killed by Noah Lawson's unit. Noah Lawson, Count of Jerelin was seriously wounded by Crostata de' Macachi's unit. Sir Myles Bootstrap, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Erennius Marlior's unit. Velish Vilanova, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Noah Lawson's unit. Bryce Moore, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Iris Ketchum's unit. Amaris Hall, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Iris Ketchum's unit. Lady Clara Stormreaver, Dame of Berakor was seriously wounded by Iris Ketchum's unit. Bryce Moore, Knight of Toren Stronghold was killed by Noah Lawson's unit. Zlatan Mersault, Pincher of Pennies of Ikalak, Duke of Ikalak was seriously wounded by Giddithous von Hammersmark's unit. The hero Kulvax Poe, Knight of Taselak was killed by a militia unit of Ikalak. Lady Clara Stormreaver, Dame of Berakor was seriously wounded by Joselyn Hensley's unit. Sir Myles Bootstrap, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Erennius Marlior's unit. Velish Vilanova, Knight of Toren Stronghold was killed by Erennius Marlior's unit. Crostata de' Macachi, Noble of Ikalak was killed by Bren DeGrey's unit. The heroine Sora Guile, Head Instigator and Flogger of Ikalak, Governor of Toren Stronghold was killed by Ashe Tempest's unit. Zlatan Mersault, Pincher of Pennies of Ikalak, Duke of Ikalak was seriously wounded by Bren DeGrey's unit. Bryce Moore, Knight of Toren Stronghold was killed by Erennius Marlior's unit. Amaris Hall, Knight of Toren Stronghold was killed by Bren DeGrey's unit. Velish Vilanova, Knight of Toren Stronghold was killed by Ashe Tempest's unit. Crostata de' Macachi, Noble of Ikalak was killed by Bren DeGrey's unit. Amaris Hall, Knight of Toren Stronghold was killed by Giddithous von Hammersmark's unit. Bryce Moore, Knight of Toren Stronghold was killed by Bren DeGrey's unit. Defender Victory! Death of Alexander:
He was shouting something incomprehensible, only the odd word coming through due to the distance, but Joselyn couldn’t have heard him over the pounding in her ears. Then, the screams began. Joselyn had never given much of a sht about anyone or anything. Oh, she loved her family and had friends she was fond of, but mostly, she cared about Joselyn. She had come here to the back end of nowhere because the opportunities to advance and have fun were endless. She’d become Queen because of course she did; she was the best and the most beautiful and the most fun and she deserved to be adored. She’d been told so since she was a child and she believed it to her core. But those were her people. She hadn’t known that they were her people, hadn’t cared, until right this minute. And that frothing bastard was slaughtering them like sheep for his disgusting excuse for a god . “Start firing, damn you,” she commanded, sweeping her arm towards the ramparts, “Aim for that bastard up there.” ______________________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________ They had been too far to strike the Beast on the walls, but once the walls were breached, Joselyn had pushed her forces ever closer despite the efforts of her command staff to keep her back, searching for his tall height above the rest. In the end, he saw her banner before she saw his. The Beast was the General of Ikalak, the Lord of Offense and Capture and he was headed right for the Queen of Taselak. Roleplay from Joselyn Hensley Player experience level: experienced Player play preference: rp-combat Message sent to everyone in Toren Stronghold (31 recipients) - just in (OOC: This piece is by the Player of Alexander Tideweaver) Alexander was in the first atrium of Toren. The Taselak siege engines had finally broken down the citadel and left a gaping hole in the western wall. Taselak soldiers had begun flooding inside the stronghold. The large burly man was in a frenzy. Where his claymore fell, so did it claim the life of another Taselak soldier. Blood gushed from above his left eye where an arrow had nearly claimed his sight. This was not his only wound, no. He had engaged bannerman after bannerman suffering a spear puncture here, a fractured finger there. But it did not matter. It was not enough to stop the man from rampaging amidst the invading forces. He had just finished a particularly stocky swordsman by cleaving through his left thigh when he spotted it: the banner of the Shield of Taselak. Ruler of the lovers of fruit. A sudden surge of willpower flooded Alexander’s being. He would reap royal flesh for his Beppo this day. "To me men! Shields up we charge the Shield's men!" roared the massive man. His knights charged. Just as they began to rush Shield Joselyn's men Alexander heard the command to let the arrows fly. His men threw themselves in front of Alexander to protect him. Arrows pierced them and filled them like pincushions. They had saved their lord the worst of it and went on to greet their Beppo. The tall man took an arrow to his right shoulder, yet he continued to push on, his few remaining knights charging alongside him. Again they took a volley; again more of his men fell. But this was it: an opportunity to strike Taselak at its heart, and Alexander would not yield. As Alexander finally reached melee range of her archers, Joselyn turned her attention to the threat. She immediately recognized the towering man that commanded the Ikalak army. The same man who had executed dozens of innocent lives at the top of the walls just hours ago. Anger and disgust flushed her face. She instinctively drew her sword. They locked eyes. Their knights clashed. A look of murderous rage plastered itself across Alexander’s face while Joselyn took on a look of steely determination. They sized each other up and for a brief moment the world seemed to stand still... He charged. His massive claymore aimed to skewer her. She deftly side stepped to the right and knocked the blade away with the shield on her left arm. She countered with a sweeping arc from the blade in her right only to have it deflected by the massive gauntlet covering his left arm. He slashed up and left forcing her to jump back. He had far more reach and power with his monstrous claymore but his movements were slow, almost clumsy. She rushed him. She had to get inside his long range if she was going to hurt him and he had over reached on his counter swing. She got close and struck, just as she felt her blade begin to connect she felt the man's boot place itself firmly in her abdomen and attempt to kick her away. But it was sloppy. It knocked him off balance and did not have the power to fully serve its purpose. It left them both in an awkward position that they immediately corrected. Then they clashed again. His claymore met her shield. Her sword met his gauntlet. A kick here. A slash there. The Lord of Offense and Capture relied on his adrenaline and strength to carry him through the duel but his reactions were slow and his attacks sloppy. Joselyn had kept her cool and patiently awaited the man to make his inevitable mistake of giving her the window she needed to end this. And he did. With one particularly powerful cleave of his claymore, Alexander over extended exposing his left side to Joselyn who quickly capitalized on his error by smashing her shield directly into the left side of his left knee. The tall man fell to his knees. She quickly disarmed him and kicked his claymore away. He went to stand and collapsed back on his knees after attempting to put weight on his now shattered left knee. Joselyn pointed her blade directly to his neck. He laughed. star[reply to list] | [userdetails] | [character details] | [give medal: Fun medal] | [vulgarity] Public, Ask First Roleplay from Joselyn Hensley Player experience level: experienced Player play preference: rp-combat Message sent to everyone in Toren Stronghold (31 recipients) - just in (OOC: Last piece by both of us) Joselyn had never before fought with such clarity, with her life so truly on the line. And she was out-matched from the beginning. As tall as she was, he towered a good eight or ten inches above her and he must have outweighed her by ten stone. Her only advantage was in speed—and not that much, he was light on his feet for such a big man. But, she remembered. She remembered all of Gryffyn’s training; she remembered the endless hours of sword drills and dances that consumed her youth. And, she let it flow through her, let her body take control and move: block the slashes, dodge the kicks, find the openings. Her mind felt detached, watching the fight calmly… There. The smash, the fall… Detachment left her. She could smell her own sweat mixed with the charnel odour that pervaded the Stronghold. She could taste blood. The giant was on his knees before her, beneath her height at last, her sword at his throat. She could hear the clanks and screams around her, but at a distance, the whole of the world was just her and the General. "Claim your prize then." He grunted. Tears from the pain flowing down his dirtier, bloodied face "Today, I am reunited with the Beppo". At the name of his god Joselyn’s face twisted, “I hope he spends an eternity picking the flesh from your bones,” she sneered and pushed the point of her weapon into his throat with both hands. The steel was sharp and double edged and slid easily until the tip reached his spine. Blood gurgled unpleasantly from around the blade, but she hadn’t yet cut the major blood channels. For just a moment she thought what it would be like to watch him die slowly, bleeding his life away, skewered like a chunk of pineapple at a party. The she jerked her sword sharply to the right and ripped out the side of his neck sending his life force spraying freely. A look of uncertainty briefly flashed in his eyes before light left them. Joselyn staggered and almost fell before Captain Hildagarde grasped her firmly by the arm and began tugging her away from the body. “Your Majesty, they’ve sounded the retreat. We’re regrouping for the second assault,” firm pulling, an encircling move by the men and women of her troop and The Queen of Taselak allowed herself to be shepherded back to camp. She should be celebrating. She was sure she would later, but for now as the adrenaline left her she felt oddly like weeping.
Lord of Offense and Capture ???-Present |
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