King Konrad I von Audria
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 38
Physical Description: Tall, strong, and stern, the Hochmeister embodies all that a knight should be physically capable of. He has a clean-cut, stern face, with wide dark blue eyes, a sharp jaw, and short dark hair. He's taller than most individuals throughout Vessex, and rivals the Asgeirian Varan in terms of strength and posture. He's certainly an intimidating man.
Registered: Aug 6, 2015 13:14:16 GMT -8
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Post by King Konrad I von Audria on Apr 8, 2016 15:11:50 GMT -8
( Levanius Curio Goraia [Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo) Konrad observed the return of Zaltos, leader of the Phoenix State. He was not frightened, nor was he to concerned. He knew that one day the Pharaoh would return one day; it was merely a matter of time. He pointed up in the sky at the 'portal'. "Zaltos," he said to Levanius. "But I am sure you know who he is. I understand that your regime and the Phoenix State have had military and political altercations in the past," he said. "So let me say that I will have no business in either of your affairs. The Phoenix State is a holy state, and its people worship the angel Amun Ra, so by common sense I cannot inflict injury upon them." Konrad knew time was of the essence. He needed to gain the authority to build a headquarters here so he could begin his mission, and he needed to do it quick. "Levanius, let us not waste anymore time. I require land suitable to build a castle. Merely grant us the rights, and I will see to it that they're done. Otherwise, deny me these rights, and I will take my Brothers elsewhere."
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Fly
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Registered: Apr 9, 2016 15:51:08 GMT -8
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Post by Fly on Apr 10, 2016 22:44:06 GMT -8
Fly spotted his first target. A military man who could prove quite the powerful ally to the Garden City. Fly landed on King Konrad I von Audria's shoulder. "Buzz." He said, but nothing happened.
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King Konrad I von Audria
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 38
Physical Description: Tall, strong, and stern, the Hochmeister embodies all that a knight should be physically capable of. He has a clean-cut, stern face, with wide dark blue eyes, a sharp jaw, and short dark hair. He's taller than most individuals throughout Vessex, and rivals the Asgeirian Varan in terms of strength and posture. He's certainly an intimidating man.
Registered: Aug 6, 2015 13:14:16 GMT -8
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Post by King Konrad I von Audria on Apr 13, 2016 13:01:44 GMT -8
Konrad would merely blow a stream of air from his mouth to wisp Fly away. He dared not hurt the bug, as it may tarnish his armor. Maybe the little guy would fly off to find another landing spot.
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Fly
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Registered: Apr 9, 2016 15:51:08 GMT -8
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Post by Fly on Apr 13, 2016 20:47:42 GMT -8
"Buzzzz." Said that fly as the big man tried to blow him away. Fly held on with his sticky feet. "I am General Fly." Buzzed Fly in a little voice. "You shall become my soldier. By the decry of Lord Puck you are to be enlisted into the army of the Garden City. Rezizzztance is futile!"
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Levanius Curio
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 47
Registered: Mar 13, 2015 16:50:16 GMT -8
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Post by Levanius Curio on Apr 24, 2016 9:23:10 GMT -8
[I'm back. Are you still here?]
"Ah yes..." They continued walking down the busy, cobblestone avenue. Levanius looked to the sky as for a moment he seemed to be lost in thought. "I picture a magnificent castle... far from here, there is a construction site for a new, statewide project. A city is being planned, and I think the Brotherhood stronghold would make an excellent addition to the outskirts of Belthiare..."
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King Konrad I von Audria
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 38
Physical Description: Tall, strong, and stern, the Hochmeister embodies all that a knight should be physically capable of. He has a clean-cut, stern face, with wide dark blue eyes, a sharp jaw, and short dark hair. He's taller than most individuals throughout Vessex, and rivals the Asgeirian Varan in terms of strength and posture. He's certainly an intimidating man.
Registered: Aug 6, 2015 13:14:16 GMT -8
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Post by King Konrad I von Audria on Apr 26, 2016 13:51:38 GMT -8
Konrad smirked a grin and thrust his hand out to shake Levanius' own hand. "Pleasure," he said quite simply. "Send someone to the town of Salem in the Teutonic State when everything is ready."
In a sudden sizzle of light, 'Konrad' disintegrated, vanishing entirely. Levanius would discover that Konrad's image was a mere illusion, a distortion of light, that the spellcaster controlled directly.
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Wedge
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 35
Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor, including helm.
Registered: Feb 26, 2016 0:37:23 GMT -8
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Post by Wedge on May 23, 2016 8:51:21 GMT -8
Wedge patrols the streets of Stonevale, on call for any other missions. The dinner last night was a great gig, he was lucky to play a role in a place where there was much company and food to be had, but now it was back to the rank n' file.
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Anatolius Kamaradeos
Established
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Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 57
Physical Description: Tall at 7ft, he has light brown hair, a cleanly shaven face and features so strong (most notably his large chin) a giant would break their fist on them (almost literally). His eyes are gray. Nearly every bit of him is muscular, even his face, though the muscles do not look excessively massive like some body builders; they look as though they were built more for aesthetic purposes, which in truth they were; the Church needs a good face after all Scripture and poems are tattooed all over his back. Surprisingly his body is devoid of scars and such. Apart from a few tiny strands of silver, and an aged voice one could easy mistake him by his face and it's lack of wrinkles or aging for a thirty, or even twenty year old.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy plate armour of steel blessed to be harder and than mithril even in anti-magical environments, while containing all sorts of other boons where magic is applicable, and with massive shoulder pads and a special rest for his head. In conjunction with a gambeson he will wear a thick set of scale-mail to absorb impact and protect his remaining parts from sharp weapons. He is armed with a long gladius, a mattock, and a large square shield, occassionally adding crossbows, or two handed weapons to his reprtoire, all with similar enchantments to his armour. His armour and weapons are ornately decorated with gilding, laurels, skulls and crosses, most notably a golden halo built into his armour shining with a bright light.
Registered: Oct 12, 2016 10:24:04 GMT -8
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Post by Anatolius Kamaradeos on Mar 1, 2017 8:33:49 GMT -8
Following the days that some Goraian troops came to dismantle parts of the Hospice, Anatolius had went to Stonevale to seek out the girl Faisine. Isra was coming, and Dantess with his comrades would certainly not be of the kindest inclination to her when they realized what a great bargaining chip she was. Besides, anarchy would break out and someone with a very sheltered upbringing like she no doubt had would have the life expectancy of a jellyfish in a pool of lava. He ran across the crowds rushing to get out or gather their belongings in hopes of finding her.
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on Mar 1, 2017 17:32:26 GMT -8
She was not among the crowds, she was in the ruins of what had been someone's home, too ill to move. There had been an epidemic of scarlet fever, which she caught from treating the many people who might have been caught in the middle of the battles or were sick. A rumor spread of her work and how she disappeared one day, and how she had saved a good number of innocent lives before.
She was having a dream that she was somewhere warm and cozy, away from the battling and mayhem. In reality, there was the first spark of flames, caused by accident in the panic. Screams could be heard as several buildings caught aflame.
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Dantess Visconti
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: 34
Physical Description: Spiked black hair, a handsome face, cold blue eyes and a calculative stare.
Clothes and Equipment: Black and violet regalia of the highest caliber, and a silvery rapier at his left hip.
Registered: Feb 25, 2016 14:08:36 GMT -8
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Post by Dantess Visconti on Mar 2, 2017 0:40:45 GMT -8
Following the days that some Goraian troops came to dismantle parts of the Hospice, Anatolius had went to Stonevale to seek out the girl Faisine. Isra was coming, and Dantess with his comrades would certainly not be of the kindest inclination to her when they realized what a great bargaining chip she was. Besides, anarchy would break out and someone with a very sheltered upbringing like she no doubt had would have the life expectancy of a jellyfish in a pool of lava. He ran across the crowds rushing to get out or gather their belongings in hopes of finding her. Or, so it may seem. In recent days, several weeks after reporting for duty at his station, he too, had disappeared. Once a general of the nation, loyal to the late Lord Zephidel, Dantess had seemingly returned. As word would eventually have it, he had spent these final days sparking rebellion, feeding into the increasing anti-Goraian sentiment ever since the shackles of slavery had been forced open by the Isranian intervention, forcing higher regime leaders to flee and unraveling their totalitarian machine. The time was opportune to crack the resolve of those bastions of the old dictatorship that still held on, and Dantess and his supporters had now been contributing to the anarchy in the city, battling remnants of the old government that'd eventually become pacified before Isra reached the gates in force. By now, many of his fighters had split off to fight and reintegrate with the populace from which they were taken, and for all intents and purposes it was their last day as members of a now defunct legion. This left Dantess, feeling victorious in his pro-Isra uprising, striding down the street in tight black regalia, billowing cape, and a drawn rapier. While slightly armored, his attire was noble and inspiring, bespeaking his position and influence with his troops during the final days of Goraia... a slight disconnect from from his current solitude in a world that had now degenerated to chaos he could not command. While he was not yet aware of Faisine's presence, he was aware that she had gone missing, much to his disappointment. It was unfortunate that she hadn't found stability yet, and he hoped somewhat meekly that she could still be found. Ahead, he saw Anatolius, a man he had seen at the party from before. Despite being unaware of which side of the struggles he was on and oblivious that he was interfering with a search and rescue, he jogged briskly after him. "Alive, and well I see! It's good to see you again!"
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Mar 2, 2017 3:20:23 GMT -8
The flames had caught the attention of Commodore Finch, who was also on the lookout for Faisine. Thanks to her work helping scarlet fever victims, many were aware of her general location, though nobody seemed to know where she had gone after getting infected.
Her best squad followed behind her as she made her way towards a gathering crowd of fire fighters, the pair of mages she had had the foresight to bring with her leaping forward to battle the flames with water. Liz's squad began digging through the houses, while Liz remained alert for any threat to appear, sword and shield alike crackling with magical energy. The griffins aided in this effort too, using their massive bulks to keep the civilians away from the search area.
"FAISINE!" She yelled out, her squad matching the cry as they called for any sign of where the woman was laying.
The tracking spell they had placed onto Faisine during her time in Gauldin meant that she was at least looking in the right building, according to her mages, who continued to battle the flames. Anyone in the right place to find her would not be able to miss the massive presence of the squad's griffins.
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Anatolius Kamaradeos
Established
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Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 57
Physical Description: Tall at 7ft, he has light brown hair, a cleanly shaven face and features so strong (most notably his large chin) a giant would break their fist on them (almost literally). His eyes are gray. Nearly every bit of him is muscular, even his face, though the muscles do not look excessively massive like some body builders; they look as though they were built more for aesthetic purposes, which in truth they were; the Church needs a good face after all Scripture and poems are tattooed all over his back. Surprisingly his body is devoid of scars and such. Apart from a few tiny strands of silver, and an aged voice one could easy mistake him by his face and it's lack of wrinkles or aging for a thirty, or even twenty year old.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy plate armour of steel blessed to be harder and than mithril even in anti-magical environments, while containing all sorts of other boons where magic is applicable, and with massive shoulder pads and a special rest for his head. In conjunction with a gambeson he will wear a thick set of scale-mail to absorb impact and protect his remaining parts from sharp weapons. He is armed with a long gladius, a mattock, and a large square shield, occassionally adding crossbows, or two handed weapons to his reprtoire, all with similar enchantments to his armour. His armour and weapons are ornately decorated with gilding, laurels, skulls and crosses, most notably a golden halo built into his armour shining with a bright light.
Registered: Oct 12, 2016 10:24:04 GMT -8
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Post by Anatolius Kamaradeos on Mar 2, 2017 5:33:47 GMT -8
"Right about... there. Oh bloody hell." The man muttered under his breath as he paced the streets looking for the area he was to find the girl in. He stared up at the burning horizon, bits of ash flying by into his hair and eyes. He turned his head for a brief glimpse at Dantess, not aware that he was a turncoat. "Ahh, you." He said with a light grumble. "Right, we're going into the fire to find the girl. I'll take all the help possible no matter how damned the hands. If there are other people you take them outside, I'll keep up with the search and hopefully I'll get her out before the fires and smoke turn her to dust."
With that he ran at the nearest house smashing right through the ashen door. He could feel the hairs across his body being singed but he had more important things to attend to than looking nice. The Komtur ran to another door and opened it a little more cautiously not minding the sizzling of his hand... much. He coughed just a little before running and breaking the windows around him, grunting a little as the fire rose for a few moments from all the fresh oxygen. Those he did find he'd hand over to Dantess hoping the man would in fact carry the people away. He himself kept on with the routine of checking new rooms, then smashing open a source of oxygen and proceeding to the next one whilst stomping out smaller fires. If he finished a building he would simply jump over to the roof of the next and continue on, a prayer about him. Was Faisine even alive? He didn't know but he still had to look.
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Inspector Zurt
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 3000 years of storage, only recently activated.
Physical Description: A monster of metal and magic, Zurt's body features countless spikes of razor sharp metal. A slight glow of something can be seen between parts of the metal in his chest area. He moves via numerous metallic tentacles in an almost mesmerizing way. His hands feature long sharp talons on each finger, shaking his hand is not advised.
He is approximately 7 feet tall when in his normal standing position. It should be noted he can fit his body through surprisingly small spaces despite his bulky appearance.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wields a whip which can extend to 15 feet long. It features sharp shards of metal, made of the same thing Zurt himself is made of. It appears to have a life of its own almost, as Zurt can command it to move in any such way he desires.
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Registered: Dec 9, 2015 9:55:31 GMT -8
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Post by Inspector Zurt on Mar 2, 2017 13:27:37 GMT -8
Zurt moved with great haste towards the building that Faisine was in, his tentacles propelling him across the ground. He was making use of the same tracking spell the Commodore was to locate her. Although the details of why he was requested to help retrieve her weren't really clear to him, he didnβt particularly care as it gave him something more interesting to do than sit around with the troops stationed here.
The building she was in was on fire, which was little consequence to Inspector Zurt, as the flames nor lack of oxygen bothered him in the slightest. However, his target might end up dead by the time he reached them, which would prove quite problematic⦠With time being of the essence, Zurt headed through the nearest door and into the building, being forced to contort his rather large body a bit to fit through. Once inside he began moving through the building in search of the exact location of the magic signal. If he located Faisine his goal would be to bring them to the griffin riders so they could evacuate her out of this location quickly and safely. He paid no heed of anyone else in the building who was harmed or panicking and didn't offer them any help.
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on Mar 2, 2017 20:14:52 GMT -8
She groaned and opened her eyes, then sat up as she saw the flames curling up to walls... Oh gods!! She tried to cry out but her throat was so damned raw! It hurt so bad just to breathe normal air in, let alone the smoke!! She whimpered and rolled to her hands and knees, trying to keep low as she tried to get to the window to crawl out. She was too ill to prevent the tears as she grabbed a chair and struggled to hoist it.
It fell to the floor and she started banging her palms against the glass. Faisine sank to the floor and curled into a ball, closing her eyes tightly and hyperventilating with the raw fear. She just knew she was going to die.
The young lady curled up into a tight ball and hoped her demise would be merciful... At least it would end her suffering... That was her last thought as she slipped into the darkness of her own mind.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Mar 3, 2017 3:07:26 GMT -8
Liz was fortunate, as was Faisine, that she found her first, searching through another part of the house than Zurt. As soon as she saw Faisine, a muttered command word activated her shield, protecting them both from the flames and smoke. A few seconds later, the mages were able to douse the flames around them, allowing Liz to carry the unconscious woman back outside.
"Shit, sorry Faisine, don't hate me for this." Liz tapped the woman with her sword, sending a jolt of green lightning through her to wake her up. It was enough to sting, but, other than an angry red mark for a few days, no permanent harm was done.
St. George stood over the two women, not allowing anyone near with threatening screeches that promised no mercy from the animal. Half of the riders with her turned to assist in removing the remaining citizens from the path of the blaze, the other half forming a cordon around their Commodore.
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Anatolius Kamaradeos
Established
π―πππ π΄πππ
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 57
Physical Description: Tall at 7ft, he has light brown hair, a cleanly shaven face and features so strong (most notably his large chin) a giant would break their fist on them (almost literally). His eyes are gray. Nearly every bit of him is muscular, even his face, though the muscles do not look excessively massive like some body builders; they look as though they were built more for aesthetic purposes, which in truth they were; the Church needs a good face after all Scripture and poems are tattooed all over his back. Surprisingly his body is devoid of scars and such. Apart from a few tiny strands of silver, and an aged voice one could easy mistake him by his face and it's lack of wrinkles or aging for a thirty, or even twenty year old.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy plate armour of steel blessed to be harder and than mithril even in anti-magical environments, while containing all sorts of other boons where magic is applicable, and with massive shoulder pads and a special rest for his head. In conjunction with a gambeson he will wear a thick set of scale-mail to absorb impact and protect his remaining parts from sharp weapons. He is armed with a long gladius, a mattock, and a large square shield, occassionally adding crossbows, or two handed weapons to his reprtoire, all with similar enchantments to his armour. His armour and weapons are ornately decorated with gilding, laurels, skulls and crosses, most notably a golden halo built into his armour shining with a bright light.
Registered: Oct 12, 2016 10:24:04 GMT -8
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Post by Anatolius Kamaradeos on Mar 3, 2017 6:16:38 GMT -8
Anatolius looked up at the sounds of distress, of scribbling and poor breathing. "I'm coming! Breathe!" He screamed, rushing through the wall nearest to where he presumed the sound to be from. He could not keep up his search however because once more he had to make air ways, smashing windows and doors. Finally, he ran to where he believed her to be but found the room empty. He grunted a little, but got a hold of himself. Of she perished there would have been some bones and charred flesh, not emptiness. As such someone already got to her and imminent danger was averted. This did not however calm him wholly; she could be breathless and "dead," with her heart no longer beating. He went out of the window and climbed up the roof. He had to assume Dantess was in safety as he looked about. When he caught sight of her the man dropped off the building and ran over, finger tips and throat starting to faintly glow as he muttered a prayer under his breath.
As he got closer though not passing the cordon he let the powers of the Angels flow through him; oxygen from his lungs and the surrounding air would go into the young lady. A faint yet somehow bright miasma would go over to her turning all harm from the fire slowly to naught, even singed hairs would straighten out and grow. As he removed the woman's injuries and rejuvenated her after the recent travesty he could not but help think that he left some people behind, perhaps even Dantess perished. But there always was the bright side, right before his eyes.
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Dantess Visconti
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: 34
Physical Description: Spiked black hair, a handsome face, cold blue eyes and a calculative stare.
Clothes and Equipment: Black and violet regalia of the highest caliber, and a silvery rapier at his left hip.
Registered: Feb 25, 2016 14:08:36 GMT -8
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Post by Dantess Visconti on Mar 3, 2017 11:21:37 GMT -8
The flames began to recede. Water and billowing smoke began to replace fire as the mages outside brought the roaring blaze to a very abrupt resolution. For a moment, visibility was rendered next to nothing as the inferno reacted violently with torrents of smoke and vapor. But then a breeze settled over the aftermath, and amid the wreckage was a smaller, yet very similar bubble that flickered with each drop of leftover water that fell from the charred and dangerously unstable rafters. Dantess stood in the wreckage of an adjacent room holding a slick black wand, a once unassuming artifact fitted with a point capped in silver and an exquisite, comfortable grip of the same metal sheen. From its point, a sort of blue film of light projected itself into the sphere that probably had the purpose of keeping him guarded from the dangerous elements. A light flick of the wrist and his barrier was left to dissipate, cackling away as small sparks that jettisoned into the air around him. He returned the artifact to its plain black cover that tucked before the scabbard of his rapier, and crossed through what was once a wall to rejoin the gathering crowd on the street.
Nearby, he saw Commodore Elizabeth Finch with Faisine, and the brave man Anatolius, who emerged safely from the disaster after an epic display of heroism. This man, he thought, would have certainly deserved a metal on my watch.
It couldn't have been a stranger coincidence. Faisine, who's safety and whereabouts were frequently a subject of his ponderances, just so happened to be in the vicinity. And in what he figured was just by a moment's grace, she happened to be rescued from a deadly fire. If the gods ever graced mortals with their wills or presence, today may have been one of those days.
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on Mar 3, 2017 12:37:43 GMT -8
She wanted to scream but the fire in her throat from strep caused her merely to croak out a weak protest. She was covered in the ruby colored rashes that marked Scarlet Fever. She had risked herself to save as many lives as she could throughout Medani cities and villages... Even now there were onlookers, some who's lives she hand saved, who pointed and said, "That is her, the lady who healed us..."
Faisine could not heal herself; she needed to sing in order to cast a spell even on herself. Singing would not happen in her state. Indeed, she was clearly very ill, and they risked illness by touching her. She did open her eyes, first on the woman who pulled her out, then on the big man from the party, and then on Dantess as he approached... Dantess. She was ill enough to drop her timid nature and reach for the one who's face she recalled in her mind when she lay awake at night.
Was she hallucinating from the raging heat of her body, or was he real? She did not know. All she knew was she was in rough shape and needed help.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Mar 3, 2017 14:19:10 GMT -8
There were three things that caught Liz's attention in that moment. The first was that Faisine was alive, but wouldn't be for much longer if she couldn't get help. The second was that someone was trying to help her survive, the glowing from his hands more than indication enough of what he was doing. The third was that one of the men she had been told to keep an eye out for was here, Dantess.
"Let the man through!" She yelled at her squad, who immediately parted ranks to allow Anatolius through. She looked St. George,her griffin, in the eye, the beast understanding what she meant. Gaisine was his charge, and should anyone attempt to move Faisine from that spot they would be mauled rather viciously. A further pair of guards from another squad had landed, and they were also tasked with ensuring the nobody absconded with Faisine or that she leave under her own power.
After that was dealt with, Liz turned and began approaching Dantess carefully, deliberately sheathing her sword.
"Dantess, I would ask that you accompany me back to the Isran headquarters for questioning related to the collapse of the Goraian government." She practically shouted this to him, the remains of the arriving squad beginning to disperse most of the gathered crowd away from the man. Liz had heard tale of what he had accomplished behind the scenes here in Goraia, and if what she had heard was true, he had earned her thanks at the very least.
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Anatolius Kamaradeos
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Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 57
Physical Description: Tall at 7ft, he has light brown hair, a cleanly shaven face and features so strong (most notably his large chin) a giant would break their fist on them (almost literally). His eyes are gray. Nearly every bit of him is muscular, even his face, though the muscles do not look excessively massive like some body builders; they look as though they were built more for aesthetic purposes, which in truth they were; the Church needs a good face after all Scripture and poems are tattooed all over his back. Surprisingly his body is devoid of scars and such. Apart from a few tiny strands of silver, and an aged voice one could easy mistake him by his face and it's lack of wrinkles or aging for a thirty, or even twenty year old.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy plate armour of steel blessed to be harder and than mithril even in anti-magical environments, while containing all sorts of other boons where magic is applicable, and with massive shoulder pads and a special rest for his head. In conjunction with a gambeson he will wear a thick set of scale-mail to absorb impact and protect his remaining parts from sharp weapons. He is armed with a long gladius, a mattock, and a large square shield, occassionally adding crossbows, or two handed weapons to his reprtoire, all with similar enchantments to his armour. His armour and weapons are ornately decorated with gilding, laurels, skulls and crosses, most notably a golden halo built into his armour shining with a bright light.
Registered: Oct 12, 2016 10:24:04 GMT -8
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Post by Anatolius Kamaradeos on Mar 3, 2017 18:27:26 GMT -8
Anatolius kept up the prayer, his breath perhaps a little stifled as he was giving up some of his air for Faisine. It seemed that Dantess was getting a reprieve, though he was too focused on the task at hand rather than commenting. He needn't any more distance than what he already afforded himself, but biting his lip he turned his head to the turncoat. "Take her hand." he said, making a motion with his head to affirm the command.
The man grunted a little with effort, the miasma of sheer virtue and holiness would finally wash completely over the young noblewoman and then disappear into nothingness; she'd be rid of all bodily harm and the disease left in her system in a very limited amount more or less equivalent to her being inoculated. He kept the stance with his hands outstretched for a few moments like a musician having finished a masterpiece, and then straightened out to be shaky for a few moments. Finally recuperated he stood to his full prideful height. "It... is done. We need to go to a place where she can be fully examined to be certain but I believe her life is preserved."
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