Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
====================================
Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
======================================
Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
|
Post by Andraste Ruana on Mar 2, 2016 20:17:09 GMT -8
Andraste shrugs. She seems very unconcerned. "Kill me and Isra will have a reason to go to war. Isra has many friends, and is the most fortified city in the Overworld. Goraia will not risk that. I was here on official business, and the border guards attacked me due to some paranoid suspicion and perceived threat, in any case," she says, her own voice just as cool and placid. "I do wonder what Goraia offered you to betray your countrymen, besides a seat in their Lord's court. It's clear these people do not have the best interests of the people of Medan at heart. Ambassador Marks, I must say your decision seems rather illogical. Did they offer you gold? Land? A castle to call your own? All for undying loyalty?"
|
|
Tanis Marks
Established
Office of Foreign Affairs, Goraia.
Roleplay posts: 17
Registered: Apr 8, 2015 17:43:11 GMT -8
|
Post by Tanis Marks on Mar 2, 2016 20:22:05 GMT -8
"They offered me punishment for betraying my countrymen," he reiterated, "for these are my people. We have transformed, but we are the same." He jotted something down on his clipboard really fast. "You murdered two fine men when you had not been brought to serious harm," he said flatly. Standing impatiently, he then exited the room, and Andraste would be brought back to her cell.
|
|
Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
====================================
Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
======================================
Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
|
Post by Andraste Ruana on Mar 3, 2016 12:03:13 GMT -8
"My reports say otherwise," calls Andraste back as she's led off, "your people are suffering while you stand by and watch." The rumours escaping the tight grip of Goraia are disturbing, and even more disturbing are the things she hears the other prisoners whispering about. She puts that out of her mind for now. She needs to focus on survival.
As soon as she's led back to her cell, she sits upon the ground again and crosses her legs, reciting her mantra in her head as she stabilizes her breathing. Time for the next leg of meditation before she's harassed again.
|
|
Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
|
Post by Goraia on Mar 7, 2016 9:11:39 GMT -8
A massive influx of prisoners arrived, several days following Andraste's last interaction with any sort of authorities. She had received sufficient food enough to maintain some weight, poor quality water that she'd be forced to drink, and enough negligence to get hours of meditation in without being harassed by the guards. Now, however, the chambers filled with the horrid sounds of yells, cries, and screams. Several were forced into other cells, crowding the complex as the guard force tripled, with many of the green recruits becoming indoctrinated in their prison guard professions too quickly and abusing power regularly and indiscriminately. Yet Andraste was not a target of any such changes--her cell would be left alone, with just her in it, far enough from others not to have the opportunity to conspire behind the backs of guards.
|
|
Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
====================================
Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
======================================
Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
|
Post by Andraste Ruana on Mar 9, 2016 15:34:42 GMT -8
Andraste is able to continue her meditation uninterrupted throughout the changes. Yet, days turn to weeks and she still hasn't heard anything of her release or processing. Was she simply doomed to be trapped in this prison forever?
As a guard walks by her cell, she stands and approaches the bars, affixing him with those strong ember orange eyes of hers. "Sir guard, when can I expect any sort of trial or processing? I am a foreign minister, you cannot keep me locked up in here forever," she says, her voice still placid yet with an edge of aggravation to it.
|
|
Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
|
Post by Goraia on Mar 12, 2016 9:55:49 GMT -8
It would be a long while before she got someone who actually answered.
"Trial? Processing? Hah!" And he walked away. The notion of being harassed for such a change in their routines simply made the guards less likely to walk by her cell, resulting in longer hours of neglect. Yet Andraste never seemed to become victim to any of the more terrible fates that awaited prisoners around her.
A few days later, Keizhi would be brought in, at this point her purple hair surely disheveled and her clothing reduced to rags. She'd be placed into a cell near, but not adjacent, to Andraste. As would Kazekaza, the former Face and general who's numerous rumored shenanigans at New Brimiarde landed him in prison after a brief and one-sided trial.
|
|
Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
====================================
Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
======================================
Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
|
Post by Andraste Ruana on Mar 23, 2016 22:01:01 GMT -8
Andraste sighs and crosses her arms before returning to her sitting spot and returning to that position, closing her eyes once again. The increased noise with the arrival of the newcomers is a bit jarring, but she powers through it, forcing her metabolism to become ever slower as she continues to starve, barely subsisting off of what she's getting.
|
|
Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
|
Post by Goraia on Mar 29, 2016 15:06:27 GMT -8
Kazekaza would be brought to separate chambers eventually, shortly after the prisoner Keizhi was removed from her cell. Andraste was kept alive with the most meager of rations and barely any water, yet still no one came to her specifically, and she was never summoned to any kind of meeting. The time spent here would become slowly more dreadful from the lack of enrichment, as prisoners were even forbidden to speak with one another.
|
|
Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
====================================
Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
======================================
Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
|
Post by Andraste Ruana on Mar 29, 2016 23:24:02 GMT -8
Andraste continues as she has since she arrived, meditating almost all of her time away, reducing her food and water requirements. Sometimes, she even sleeps, and dreams, and for a sorceress conditioned to withstand stressors, this is more than enough enrichment.
|
|
Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
|
Post by Goraia on Mar 30, 2016 12:09:39 GMT -8
A couple guards walked her direction. "We should make her eat the mushrooms."
"Haha, that would be a really good show!"
"Hey," the first one said after the duo approached Andraste's cell, "are ye hungry?"
|
|
Zagarus
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 37
Clothes and Equipment: Usually dark royal silks and robes with a cape, often in ceremonial but functional armor. Wears a gunmetal star-shaped pendant.
Registered: Feb 23, 2016 10:00:20 GMT -8
|
Post by Zagarus on Mar 30, 2016 13:54:40 GMT -8
Zagarus had finally reached his destination. The inland Mazorana Maximum Security Prison was where he was to oversee some key operations there and make some top level decisions, among other things. Its expansion was rapid and evident as it was far larger than it was when he had visited it in the past. Admitted entry, he walked the horrid halls of the prison until he happened upon Andraste's cell.
"..She is to be released. Let her go."
|
|
Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
====================================
Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
======================================
Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
|
Post by Andraste Ruana on Apr 11, 2016 13:06:58 GMT -8
Released? Andraste quirks a brow. This is a new development. She stands from her cross-legged position and approaches the bar, her usually round, heart-shaped face slightly more gaunt than it should be. She smells awful, having been unable to bathe for several weeks at least, and her usually luscious crimson hair is matted and disheveled from her stay.
She eyes Zagarus with a bit of suspicion, but allows herself to be released, following him and whoever else accompanies her out of the prison. She takes a deep breath once she crests the walls, smiling gently up at the blue sky. Freedom took all too long. She needs to leave this dismal place and return to her work. There is likely much that needs to be done!
|
|
|
Post by The Free States of Isra on Oct 25, 2016 17:31:59 GMT -8
The prison would be at the receiving end of attention from two squads, the Seventh and Ninth Squads of the First Company of the Isran Dawn Riders. They took a cautious approach, approaching from the front and the back of the church nearly simultaneously in the air, just out of reach of bow shot. They would circle a bit here as well, to get a feel for the exterior layout and defenses of the prison.
|
|
Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Apr 20, 2024 1:01:07 GMT -8
|
Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2016 8:14:33 GMT -8
The prison would be at the receiving end of attention from two squads, the Seventh and Ninth Squads of the First Company of the Isran Dawn Riders. They took a cautious approach, approaching from the front and the back of the church nearly simultaneously in the air, just out of reach of bow shot. They would circle a bit here as well, to get a feel for the exterior layout and defenses of the prison. Due to the fact that a large majority of the prison was built underground or partially in the ground, only the fortified entrance and ceiling to the prison poked through the earth. On the prison grounds above (that were visible to the Isranians) there were roughly 200 men total, 75 men on traditional horseback, doing patrols close to the walls' perimeters and the other 125 normal troops and some battlemagi were inside or on the walls, manning the fort's ballistae and scorpions, watching the horizons, and writing down reports of the previous days' out and in going materials. Such as the guards should have been, they were alert and spotted the Dawn Riders in the skies. The facility was put on partial lockdown when they were spotted, guards manned the defenses. The ballistae and scorpions took aim at the flying beasts but held fire for the moment, even though they were within effective range of the swivel mounted scorpions firing now would be highly inaccurate, and more than likely a waste of ammunition and the troops' stamina. Battlemagi were also present, spread in between each ballistae and began to charge for making a defense... or an offense, if the riders were dumb/brave enough to come closer to their fixed weapons. (Charge 1)
|
|
|
Post by The Free States of Isra on Oct 27, 2016 8:32:07 GMT -8
The two sergeants both evaluated the attack situation as "hopeless" and made the decision to wheel away. Again, their orders not to provoke a general engagement and to minimize casualties meant that a futile frontal assault on the prison was unwise .
They wheeled away from the prison to retreat, or find other targets to hit. The two squads left in separate directions from one another to help confuse any potential pursuers.
<Exit>
|
|
The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
|
Post by The Isran Empire on Feb 28, 2017 9:46:11 GMT -8
A large contingent of Isran soldiers, accompanied by a collection of Enclave Mages and even a few Sun Marshals approach Mazorana. As the Goraian regime’s prison, it is a high-priority target for liberation and integration. Among its prisoners, Isran command expects to find a number of individuals who could prove to be useful, and aside from that, where better to hold Goraian war criminals besides their own prison?
After subduing the meager defenses that remain and securing the entrance, Isran forces move to occupy the offices and administrative portions of the prison in preparation to take a thorough inventory. After all, it would be laughably ill-advised to simply open all of the cell doors, some of these criminals are probably actually criminals.
The operation would likely take several weeks, and seems to be lead by a Senior Sun Marshal, as opposed to any civil servant or military leader of Isra.
|
|
The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
|
Post by The Isran Empire on May 10, 2017 17:24:04 GMT -8
Just after the first meal of the day, a pair of soldiers walk the halls of the Mazorana Maximum Security Prison. Not guards, mind you, but soldiers, proper Isran soldiers, in partial plate armor and swords at their sides. Many of the cells they pass are empty; though this portion was filled with Goraian soldiers shortly after the Isran victory, over the months since then, pairs of soldiers like this one have come to take prisoners away one by one, to destinations unannounced. Today, they stop before the cell containing Alfher; today is his day. One of the soldiers raises the back of his gauntlet to the bars stretching across the front of the cell and knocks against them twice. “Oi,” he calls to the man inside. “Let’s go, ge’ up.” The other soldier holds a pair of shackles, and it might be presumed, given the procedure used in every other instance, that they intend to cuff Alfher’s hands behind his back, and take him from his portion of the prison to another location.
|
|
Alfher
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 42
Physical Description: Alfher is a obviously a strong and tough man, yet he does not appear threatening.
Clothes and Equipment: Sword and shield
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 12:38:10 GMT -8
|
Post by Alfher on May 10, 2017 18:10:45 GMT -8
Alfher heard the heavy foot steps coming down the hall. Who would it be this time? Alfher examined the utensils and food ware that had come with his meal.
When the guards stopped in front of his cell Alfher would cooperate fully. No need to make this any worse than it had to be.
|
|
The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
|
Post by The Isran Empire on May 10, 2017 23:17:53 GMT -8
Without any banter, unnecessary roughness, or any of that, Alfher would have his hands secured behind his back, and be lead from his cell, leaving the remainder of his meal where it be. Wordlessly, they escort him out of that portion of the prison, through several checkpoints, and up into the atrium on the jail's ground level.
Closed doors lead off from all sides, suggesting that this is a hub of sorts, but it seems to be largely empty at the moment. Some guards are across the way, escorting someone who is presumably a prisoner, but that appears to be the extent of things.
Gesturing, one of the soldiers ‘suggests’ that Alfer seat himself on a bench up against one of the walls. “You’ll be traveling today,” he says.
Looking the prisoner over, the other soldier notes that their task is complete. The prisoner is in the designated location, hands bound, wearing only the regular clothing and leather shoes given to inmates. All that remains now is to wait for the party coming to pick him up, and he says as much. “Sometime today, at least. Should be soon.”
Nodding between themselves, they move to stand at opposite ends of the bench, without much more to do for the time being.
|
|
Julia Rafine
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Physical Description: In the darkness, Julia almost seems solid; but in brighter light, her incorporeal nature is obvious to even the casual viewer looking through her. At 5'10", Julia is rather tall for a human woman, and a build that many would describe as Amazonian. She has light brown, almost blonde, hair and grey eyes.
_________________________
Clothes and Equipment:
She is usually seen in the uniform and/or armor of an Isranian Legionnaire. Her armor, weapons, and other gear retain the same semi-transparent appearance as their owner.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 22:18:20 GMT -8
|
Post by Julia Rafine on May 11, 2017 7:59:52 GMT -8
The door opened and a chill wind blew through the room. Shortly behind it, a contingent of Isran soldiers marched in, lead by a tall centurion with her helm under one arm. Her steely gaze swept across the room, then she marched directly over to the bench. Julia returned the salute from the guards, then held out her hand to the side. One of the soldiers stepped forward and placed a folded document into it. Keen eyes could see his hand trembling slightly, as if he was afraid of the centurion. Julia unfolded the document, scanning it briefly, then handed it one of the men standing beside the prisoner. “You are Alfher , formerly of the Goraian army.” Her voice was cold and distant, as if it was coming from a thousand miles away. And it gave no indication that she was asking a question. She took the documentation back, then passed it to the same soldier that had given it to her before. “Come with me.”
|
|