The Isran Empire
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Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Feb 26, 2017 2:01:03 GMT -8
Over the course of the next few hours, surrender sweeps through New Birimarde, as more and more defenders lay down their arms and accept the surrender terms put forth in the pamphlets dropped earlier in the day. In accordance with orders, The First Legion begins to march into the city, to do the real work involved with pacifying the city, capturing officers, disarming Goraian soldiers, and other such activities related to beginning the occupation. Naoki hands off command for these activities to Centurion Analiese Hael , under the assumption that as an active participant, Analise will have a better sense of the ongoing situation and be able to command the First Legion more effectively than she could as a result. The present companies of Dawn Riders are instructed to coordinate with the First Legion to assist with quashing any stubborn pockets of resistance, keeping the city under watchful eyes, and otherwise doing whatever is necessary to achieve the objectives designated by Centurion Analiese Hael . The fleet is essentially no longer required, but two warships are instructed to remain in the area, while the rest may escort the transport ships back to Isra to resupply. Maintaining an occupation is not cheap, so much will have to be imported from Isra. Additionally, the Dawn Rider carriers remain in the waters off the port, as not to abandon their Dawn Riders. Once it is safe to do so, Lady Naoki has The Depravity docked at New Birimarde’s port and designates it as the forward command post. Sun Marshals and other personnel who arrived on The Depravity are asked to remain aboard unless instructed otherwise.
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Knight-Captain Calgary
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Roleplay posts: 138
Age: 24
Physical Description: A fitting description is tall, dark, and handsome. He is tall, coming in at about 6'4" and weighing 225lbs, he is one if the largest Dawn Riders. He has brown eyes, and keeps his black hair close to his scalp.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a full set of heavy plate armor, as does his Griffin. He wields a large shield and a larger maul. No ranged weapons of any sort, though he does have an Isran banner flying off the back of his Griffin
Registered: May 12, 2016 9:42:25 GMT -8
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Post by Knight-Captain Calgary on Feb 27, 2017 10:50:08 GMT -8
Calgary's forces were the first ones to accept the surrenders, landing amongst those they had just minutes before been trying to kill in order to take their weapons. Leaving the interior of the city to the infantry, save for patrols to forewarn them of threats, Calgary handled the surrendering of the forces all along the walls, a process that went peacefully due to noone wanting to piss off anyone whose best friend is a griffin bigger than most horses.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
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Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Feb 27, 2017 10:56:11 GMT -8
Gothmog was a tad disappointed at the lack of destruction he got to visit on the city, two volleys had been enough to subdue them, the rather minimal carnage enough to apparently convince them that surrendering was a good option. Still, orders were orders and he would do his duty.
Depravity pulled up alongisde the long pier with no issue, the massive ship guided by the expert hand of its Captain, who puffed up a cigar as the gangplank landed. The battle was mostly over, and it was his job to ensure the ship remained safe, the first ones off the dock a group of sailors and marines who secured the end of the pier, allowing only those specifically mentioned by the Lady herself onto the ship.
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Centurion Analiese Hael
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Roleplay posts: 50
Age: 31
Physical Description: She is slightly above average height for a woman, about 5'10" and weighing a bit more at a 190lbs. She has medium-length platinum blonde hair, and a rather feminine face. It is the stern look in her eye that gives her face its hard edge, accompanied by the numerous bruises and scars that are a result of years of military service. Her figure is relatively slender, compacted with muscle from years of training and a strict nutrition regime.
Clothes and Equipment: Ana wears the traditional armor of an Isran Centurion, complete with the red sash and the Isran sigil on her breast. The armor is fitting to what curves she does have, and, given that the Lady Naoki had a say in the armor, probably accentuates them. She wields her sword, a weapon of no particularly special properties beyond good craftsmanship and having been lovingly maintained by generations of Haels. Her legionnaire's shield completes the image of a stalwart Isran warrior.
Registered: Oct 25, 2016 13:19:28 GMT -8
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Post by Centurion Analiese Hael on Feb 27, 2017 11:23:57 GMT -8
Ana guided the occupation of New Brimiarde with skill and tact, her cohort leading the entire legion into the city, wherein each cohort was given a sector of the city to pacify, her own cohort dealing with the center of the city. Not all was easy though, in spite of the surrender a few die hards, possibly those with a major role in the coup, sought to break out of the city, and fought back rather than surrendering.
Throughout it all she remained calm, ensuring prisoners were treated kindly and a strict curfew was in effect to prevent any sort of looting or criminal activity, an effective measure that made moving through the city easy enough. The vast majority of this was accomplished within a day of the surrender. Ana would keep her command post relatively close to the docks, to allow for High Lady Naoki to get frequent status reports.
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Eloria Tyrins
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Roleplay posts: 130
Age: Uhh.. lost count?
Physical Description: Generally referred to as tiny and adorable, Eloria is 4'10" tall and petite. Although she appears to be barely into her teens, her purple-pink eyes have a wisdom and age about them surprising for one seemingly so young. Her hair, which falls to her knees when it's not bound up into its usual ponytail, is a pale shade of purplish-pink. Her skin is lightly-tanned due to lots of time outdoors, and she has no visible scars, or any defining physical characteristics, aside from her finely-formed, adorable facial features. This is excluding the line of intricate magical tattoos down her back, which are forged directly into her spirit, allowing her constant access to the summon spirits she's made pacts with - all ten of them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Eloria wears a very.. definitive outfit. On her lower half, she wears a pair of voluminous bright pink pants, tucked into white-and-purple ankle-high boots. On her tap half, she wears a purple, midriff-baring strapless top, on top of which is a white short-sleeved vest with long tails and purple edging. Accessory-wise, she wears a purple belt over her vest, a green bright green scarf knotted around her neck, two long gloves of pale purple, a single purple sphere dangling from her left ear, and two thick bracelets - a golden one around her right wrist, and a turquoise one around her left. The bracelets and earring aren't just for show; they're inlaid with strong enchantments. Additionally, she carries a broom.. that flies, and also is apparently at least semi-sentient, as she speaks to it.
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Registered: Mar 2, 2016 16:19:36 GMT -8
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Post by Eloria Tyrins on Feb 27, 2017 14:36:15 GMT -8
"..." Eloria blinked. They surrendered? Just like that? The magic she'd been drawing into her body dissipated, as did the glyphs that had been forming, and a small frown tilted her lips. Then she leaned to one side, slowly spinning over until she was hanging upside-down from her broom, watching the goings-on with interest.
"Well.. that was kind of anti-climactic. What am I supposed to do now?" Until given a new task, she'd just kind of float around, helping out where she was able and the like.
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