The Keeper
Established
Roleplay posts: 35 
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: A woman of average height and weight, with a slender but curvaceous frame, the woman known only as The Keeper has a lovely face of delicately-formed features, her dark brows gently arched above eyes of a deep, gleaming blue. Her nose is small and turned upward ever so slightly at the tip, giving her a nearly elfin appearance, although she has the normal rounded ears of a human. Her lips are full and soft-looking, formed into a nearly perpetual downward curve that evokes the impression of sorrow. Her skin is pale and unmarred by any imperfections, save for a small tattoo at the nape of her neck, of two crescent moons framing a full moon, all done in an odd silvery ink. This tattoo is usually covered by her hair, which falls just past her shoulders, and is a dark shade of brown that borders on black, threaded lightly with shimmering silver strands. This combined with her apparent youth, and the ancient wisdom she seems to possess, make it very difficult to determine the age of this woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, The Keeper wears a strapless dress made of multiple layers of violet fabric in varying degrees of opacity, all of them laced with faint strands of silver threads that are imbued with magic; these spells allow her to move silently, and also serve as the storage for a teleportation spell, activated by channeling magic into the thread. On the rare occasions when she ventures off of the island of Talveron, she wears a cape of rich purple velvet, the inside and edges covered in silver runes that have been sewn into the fabric; they carry spells designed to encourage people not to look at her, and to forget her as soon as she is seen, allowing her to pass through crowds veritably unnoticed. Always on her person is a thin silver bracelet around her left wrist, carved with more magical runes, its purpose unknown; on the same hand, on her index finger, she wears a silver signet ring embossed with the seal of her position, a key crossed with a quill; around her neck is a necklace of silver which bears a charm with several dark blue and violet stones that glint with an inner power; and dangling from her ears are matching earrings. She carries with her a delicate incense burner made of a dark metal and carved with runes that bears a magical green stone for illumination, and from which dangle the Keys. Only The Keeper may touch these Keys, as they open every Lock within the Isle of Talveron.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: May 4, 2016 15:39:35 GMT -8
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Post by The Keeper on Aug 1, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
When the King arrived, the Keeper had turned away from the window, and as Owein gestured to her, the woman approached, gliding across the floor in that smooth way she did. Upon being introduced, she dipped into a curtsy just deep enough to be polite, and fixed her dark eyes upon the king's face as she straightened.
"Welcome to Talveron, Your Majesty. If you will please follow me." She turned away, and fully anticipating that both men would follow, she led them out of the tower's foyer. The doors opened at her touch, permitting them access into a hallway full of arched windows. Along this hallway, down a flight of spiraling stairs, and deep into the island she led them, before finally coming to a stop before a heavily warded door. She reached for the Keys that she carried, grasping one and unlocking the door before them; a series of loud clicks were heard, the wards briefly dismantling, before the door swung open and she led them inside. The gem that Averin had extracted from the dragon hovered in the air, midway between two large white crystals - one in the floor, one in the apex of the room's arched ceiling. At the corners of the room's hexagonal points, more crystals were embedded into the juncture between wall and ceiling, casting light across the room.
Once both men were inside, she closed the door behind them, reapplying the wards. There she would stand, silent and watchful while Owein imparted the information they'd gathered from the strange stone.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284 
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Aug 1, 2016 18:59:58 GMT -8
"Charmed."
Averin barely has time to say before The Keeper takes off. He shoots Owein a curious look, but follows the woman without complaint. The king eyes everything he sees with a curious eye. He hasn't been in many wizard strongholds and he finds it interesting. Parts of it seemed very normal other parts showed the clear magic bias of the place. When they enter the room where the crystals are embedded he looks around clearly impressed. It wouldn't be long before he is looking to Owein for an answer though.
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Owein Raic'Leach
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 48
Physical Description: An even six feet tall, Owein is a sturdily-built man with weathered features that make him appear older than his years. He has a strong jaw that descends to a firm chin, which is covered by a mustache-goatee that comes to a point, composed of brown hair threaded with silver hair - much like the hair atop his head, which he keeps trimmed to just about shoulder-length. His eyes are a deep steely grey, filled with a wisdom beyond his age. He usually wears a perpetual scowl.
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Clothes and Equipment: For the most part, Owein wears a set of intricate clothing in browns and reds. Red breeches are tucked into brown boots that fall just short of his knees. Into these breeches is tucked a brown tunic, with a red long-sleeved shirt beneath. At his waist he wears a red sash which serves as a belt, onto which are attached a number of pouches, that hold various alchemical and spell items. And over top it all he wears a long-sleeved red robe with hardened shoulders and intricate golden scrollwork at the shoulders, hem, and cuffs. The shoulders are actually made of red dragon hide, to ward against magical attacks, and the golden scrollwork carries enchantments. Around his neck is a long red scarf, that hides a nasty scar on his throat. He always carries with him a tall staff made of an odd opalescent white wood, that is carved at the top into an intricate, twisting shape reminiscent of dragons.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 14:36:28 GMT -8
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Post by Owein Raic'Leach on Aug 2, 2016 11:39:24 GMT -8
Owein accompanied Averin in the wake of the Keeper, and he chuckled a bit at the king's questioning look. Dropping his voice into a register that verged nearly on conspiratorial whisper, he spoke as they walked.
"A curious woman, no? I'm afraid I can't give you any answers - no one knows the Keeper's secrets, and there are many of them. Perhaps she'd be willing to share them with our king, should he choose to ask." After several long minutes of walking, they arrived in the room where the recovered gem was being held in a magical force field that suppressed its influence. Despite this field, Owein kept his distance as he explained what they'd learned.
"It's quite the unique object. Apparently composed of some sort of nigh-on indestructible substance we've been unable to puzzle out, and enchanted with what can only be described as an aura of malice that infects those who are exposed to it. Our tests on that aspect have only begun, but those who investigated it reported feeling a consistent state of hatefulness and despair that grew the more they tried to rid themselves of it. There's also some sort of curse that augments fire-oriented abilities and gives a minor capability where there is none to be found - this likely explains the abilities gained by your little dragon friend upon his appearance. We haven't been able to discern who made it, however.. let alone how, or why. I think it will take much more study to uncover that, if it's possible at all to do so. It's very resistant to our prodding."
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The Keeper
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: A woman of average height and weight, with a slender but curvaceous frame, the woman known only as The Keeper has a lovely face of delicately-formed features, her dark brows gently arched above eyes of a deep, gleaming blue. Her nose is small and turned upward ever so slightly at the tip, giving her a nearly elfin appearance, although she has the normal rounded ears of a human. Her lips are full and soft-looking, formed into a nearly perpetual downward curve that evokes the impression of sorrow. Her skin is pale and unmarred by any imperfections, save for a small tattoo at the nape of her neck, of two crescent moons framing a full moon, all done in an odd silvery ink. This tattoo is usually covered by her hair, which falls just past her shoulders, and is a dark shade of brown that borders on black, threaded lightly with shimmering silver strands. This combined with her apparent youth, and the ancient wisdom she seems to possess, make it very difficult to determine the age of this woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, The Keeper wears a strapless dress made of multiple layers of violet fabric in varying degrees of opacity, all of them laced with faint strands of silver threads that are imbued with magic; these spells allow her to move silently, and also serve as the storage for a teleportation spell, activated by channeling magic into the thread. On the rare occasions when she ventures off of the island of Talveron, she wears a cape of rich purple velvet, the inside and edges covered in silver runes that have been sewn into the fabric; they carry spells designed to encourage people not to look at her, and to forget her as soon as she is seen, allowing her to pass through crowds veritably unnoticed. Always on her person is a thin silver bracelet around her left wrist, carved with more magical runes, its purpose unknown; on the same hand, on her index finger, she wears a silver signet ring embossed with the seal of her position, a key crossed with a quill; around her neck is a necklace of silver which bears a charm with several dark blue and violet stones that glint with an inner power; and dangling from her ears are matching earrings. She carries with her a delicate incense burner made of a dark metal and carved with runes that bears a magical green stone for illumination, and from which dangle the Keys. Only The Keeper may touch these Keys, as they open every Lock within the Isle of Talveron.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: May 4, 2016 15:39:35 GMT -8
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Post by The Keeper on Aug 2, 2016 11:41:58 GMT -8
"It is my recommendation that this item be destroyed, if we can ascertain how to do so. Until then, it should remain under magical guard."
The Keeper added in her opinion after Owein finished speaking, but otherwise remained where she was near the door, observing the gem with her usual impassive expression.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Aug 2, 2016 12:04:22 GMT -8
Averin nodded to awknoledge Owein's assessment of the keeper. He'd have to put the older mages theory to the test at some point. If for no other reason than to satisfy his curiosity. That was something for a later time though. Right now he focused his mind on listening to what the mages had learned. This proved to be far less than he hoped for and Averin grimaced.
"Well we know far more than we did, but it still amounts to not much. Keep at it as best you can and I concur with The Keeper. Once you've explored all avenues of examination destroy the cursed thing."
Averin sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. He is attempting to dispell the near constant headache he had these days. Eventually he speaks though it's not really directed at the two mages. He is more just thinking aloud.
"That leaves two avenues of investigation left to me. I need someone to investigate the dragons run, the cave where Ith's nest was. Might be clues there and I can't go, but I'll ask Cairex he is suited to such a trip. There is also Ith himself. The young one should be questioned, but I'm horrible with children. I'll need help, Caridwyn I think. She's a priestess she is probably good with kids."
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Owein Raic'Leach
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 48
Physical Description: An even six feet tall, Owein is a sturdily-built man with weathered features that make him appear older than his years. He has a strong jaw that descends to a firm chin, which is covered by a mustache-goatee that comes to a point, composed of brown hair threaded with silver hair - much like the hair atop his head, which he keeps trimmed to just about shoulder-length. His eyes are a deep steely grey, filled with a wisdom beyond his age. He usually wears a perpetual scowl.
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Clothes and Equipment: For the most part, Owein wears a set of intricate clothing in browns and reds. Red breeches are tucked into brown boots that fall just short of his knees. Into these breeches is tucked a brown tunic, with a red long-sleeved shirt beneath. At his waist he wears a red sash which serves as a belt, onto which are attached a number of pouches, that hold various alchemical and spell items. And over top it all he wears a long-sleeved red robe with hardened shoulders and intricate golden scrollwork at the shoulders, hem, and cuffs. The shoulders are actually made of red dragon hide, to ward against magical attacks, and the golden scrollwork carries enchantments. Around his neck is a long red scarf, that hides a nasty scar on his throat. He always carries with him a tall staff made of an odd opalescent white wood, that is carved at the top into an intricate, twisting shape reminiscent of dragons.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 14:36:28 GMT -8
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Post by Owein Raic'Leach on Aug 2, 2016 12:33:57 GMT -8
"Of course, Your Majesty. It will be done once we've exhausted all possibilities." Owein nodded, in full agreement with Averin's decree. When the king began speaking of how to proceed, the wizard listened carefully, weighing the options before once again bobbing his head in a nod.
"Sir Forgepyre would be an excellent choice. And I concur with your statement about Caridwyn. She likes children and would no doubt be more than happy to help." With Averin somewhat distracted, Owein shot a questioning look at the Keeper.
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The Keeper
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: A woman of average height and weight, with a slender but curvaceous frame, the woman known only as The Keeper has a lovely face of delicately-formed features, her dark brows gently arched above eyes of a deep, gleaming blue. Her nose is small and turned upward ever so slightly at the tip, giving her a nearly elfin appearance, although she has the normal rounded ears of a human. Her lips are full and soft-looking, formed into a nearly perpetual downward curve that evokes the impression of sorrow. Her skin is pale and unmarred by any imperfections, save for a small tattoo at the nape of her neck, of two crescent moons framing a full moon, all done in an odd silvery ink. This tattoo is usually covered by her hair, which falls just past her shoulders, and is a dark shade of brown that borders on black, threaded lightly with shimmering silver strands. This combined with her apparent youth, and the ancient wisdom she seems to possess, make it very difficult to determine the age of this woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, The Keeper wears a strapless dress made of multiple layers of violet fabric in varying degrees of opacity, all of them laced with faint strands of silver threads that are imbued with magic; these spells allow her to move silently, and also serve as the storage for a teleportation spell, activated by channeling magic into the thread. On the rare occasions when she ventures off of the island of Talveron, she wears a cape of rich purple velvet, the inside and edges covered in silver runes that have been sewn into the fabric; they carry spells designed to encourage people not to look at her, and to forget her as soon as she is seen, allowing her to pass through crowds veritably unnoticed. Always on her person is a thin silver bracelet around her left wrist, carved with more magical runes, its purpose unknown; on the same hand, on her index finger, she wears a silver signet ring embossed with the seal of her position, a key crossed with a quill; around her neck is a necklace of silver which bears a charm with several dark blue and violet stones that glint with an inner power; and dangling from her ears are matching earrings. She carries with her a delicate incense burner made of a dark metal and carved with runes that bears a magical green stone for illumination, and from which dangle the Keys. Only The Keeper may touch these Keys, as they open every Lock within the Isle of Talveron.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: May 4, 2016 15:39:35 GMT -8
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Post by The Keeper on Aug 2, 2016 12:36:46 GMT -8
The Keeper met Owein's gaze and shook her head slightly, indicating that the timing wasn't right. Then she added her thoughts.
"Sir Forgepyre is very capable no doubt, but he should be accompanied by someone from the isle just in case. Someone who can teleport the both of them out if it gets too dangerous."
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Aug 2, 2016 12:48:32 GMT -8
Averin wrapped in his own plans misses the look the two mages share. Instead he ticks through logistics and plans. After a moment he nods to Owein and The Keeper.
"You know your people better than me. I leave the choice of who to send in your hands. Tell them to be at the city gate,first thing in the morning at weeks end. They will meet my agent there. Most likely Cairex, but I will have to ask him first. Now if there is nothing else I should depart. I need to set some things in motion."
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Owein Raic'Leach
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 48
Physical Description: An even six feet tall, Owein is a sturdily-built man with weathered features that make him appear older than his years. He has a strong jaw that descends to a firm chin, which is covered by a mustache-goatee that comes to a point, composed of brown hair threaded with silver hair - much like the hair atop his head, which he keeps trimmed to just about shoulder-length. His eyes are a deep steely grey, filled with a wisdom beyond his age. He usually wears a perpetual scowl.
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Clothes and Equipment: For the most part, Owein wears a set of intricate clothing in browns and reds. Red breeches are tucked into brown boots that fall just short of his knees. Into these breeches is tucked a brown tunic, with a red long-sleeved shirt beneath. At his waist he wears a red sash which serves as a belt, onto which are attached a number of pouches, that hold various alchemical and spell items. And over top it all he wears a long-sleeved red robe with hardened shoulders and intricate golden scrollwork at the shoulders, hem, and cuffs. The shoulders are actually made of red dragon hide, to ward against magical attacks, and the golden scrollwork carries enchantments. Around his neck is a long red scarf, that hides a nasty scar on his throat. He always carries with him a tall staff made of an odd opalescent white wood, that is carved at the top into an intricate, twisting shape reminiscent of dragons.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 14:36:28 GMT -8
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Post by Owein Raic'Leach on Aug 2, 2016 13:03:06 GMT -8
"Right away, Your Majesty. We had better get to work, Keeper." He moved over to the door to the room and pulled it open, gesturing for Averin to precede him, then exiting the room as well and leaving the Keeper to do.. whatever it was she did. He'd accompany the king back to the greeting hall of the keep and turn to the king with a bow.
"Is there anything else I can do for you, sire?"
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The Keeper
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: A woman of average height and weight, with a slender but curvaceous frame, the woman known only as The Keeper has a lovely face of delicately-formed features, her dark brows gently arched above eyes of a deep, gleaming blue. Her nose is small and turned upward ever so slightly at the tip, giving her a nearly elfin appearance, although she has the normal rounded ears of a human. Her lips are full and soft-looking, formed into a nearly perpetual downward curve that evokes the impression of sorrow. Her skin is pale and unmarred by any imperfections, save for a small tattoo at the nape of her neck, of two crescent moons framing a full moon, all done in an odd silvery ink. This tattoo is usually covered by her hair, which falls just past her shoulders, and is a dark shade of brown that borders on black, threaded lightly with shimmering silver strands. This combined with her apparent youth, and the ancient wisdom she seems to possess, make it very difficult to determine the age of this woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, The Keeper wears a strapless dress made of multiple layers of violet fabric in varying degrees of opacity, all of them laced with faint strands of silver threads that are imbued with magic; these spells allow her to move silently, and also serve as the storage for a teleportation spell, activated by channeling magic into the thread. On the rare occasions when she ventures off of the island of Talveron, she wears a cape of rich purple velvet, the inside and edges covered in silver runes that have been sewn into the fabric; they carry spells designed to encourage people not to look at her, and to forget her as soon as she is seen, allowing her to pass through crowds veritably unnoticed. Always on her person is a thin silver bracelet around her left wrist, carved with more magical runes, its purpose unknown; on the same hand, on her index finger, she wears a silver signet ring embossed with the seal of her position, a key crossed with a quill; around her neck is a necklace of silver which bears a charm with several dark blue and violet stones that glint with an inner power; and dangling from her ears are matching earrings. She carries with her a delicate incense burner made of a dark metal and carved with runes that bears a magical green stone for illumination, and from which dangle the Keys. Only The Keeper may touch these Keys, as they open every Lock within the Isle of Talveron.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: May 4, 2016 15:39:35 GMT -8
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Post by The Keeper on Aug 2, 2016 13:03:52 GMT -8
The Keeper said nothing, but followed the two men out of the room, locking it behind herself as she went. Then she moved into the shadows and disappeared, off to take care of their end of the plans.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Aug 2, 2016 13:18:23 GMT -8
"Not today Owein. But next time I visit remind me to put your theory on The Keeper to the test. It'd be quite a thing to know something even the master of Talveron doesn't know."
Averin says with a laugh. His smile fades as he remembers that he has to teleport bak to the mainland. He grimaces, but sets his jaw in resolve. Then he activates the ring and vanishes.
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Owein Raic'Leach
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 48
Physical Description: An even six feet tall, Owein is a sturdily-built man with weathered features that make him appear older than his years. He has a strong jaw that descends to a firm chin, which is covered by a mustache-goatee that comes to a point, composed of brown hair threaded with silver hair - much like the hair atop his head, which he keeps trimmed to just about shoulder-length. His eyes are a deep steely grey, filled with a wisdom beyond his age. He usually wears a perpetual scowl.
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Clothes and Equipment: For the most part, Owein wears a set of intricate clothing in browns and reds. Red breeches are tucked into brown boots that fall just short of his knees. Into these breeches is tucked a brown tunic, with a red long-sleeved shirt beneath. At his waist he wears a red sash which serves as a belt, onto which are attached a number of pouches, that hold various alchemical and spell items. And over top it all he wears a long-sleeved red robe with hardened shoulders and intricate golden scrollwork at the shoulders, hem, and cuffs. The shoulders are actually made of red dragon hide, to ward against magical attacks, and the golden scrollwork carries enchantments. Around his neck is a long red scarf, that hides a nasty scar on his throat. He always carries with him a tall staff made of an odd opalescent white wood, that is carved at the top into an intricate, twisting shape reminiscent of dragons.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 14:36:28 GMT -8
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Post by Owein Raic'Leach on Aug 2, 2016 13:25:05 GMT -8
Owein chuckled, nodding to the king, but said nothing. He watched as Averin left, then went to seek out the Keeper.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Aug 24, 2016 13:59:22 GMT -8
Averin shuddered as he steps through to Talveron. Why was that so disconcerting. Mages did it all the blasted time, yet the act put his teeth on edge. Looking around he tries to figure out which way to go. He wanted to tell Owein what Ith had told him. He'd also find The Keeper while he was here. Put the red wizards theory to the test.
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The Keeper
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: A woman of average height and weight, with a slender but curvaceous frame, the woman known only as The Keeper has a lovely face of delicately-formed features, her dark brows gently arched above eyes of a deep, gleaming blue. Her nose is small and turned upward ever so slightly at the tip, giving her a nearly elfin appearance, although she has the normal rounded ears of a human. Her lips are full and soft-looking, formed into a nearly perpetual downward curve that evokes the impression of sorrow. Her skin is pale and unmarred by any imperfections, save for a small tattoo at the nape of her neck, of two crescent moons framing a full moon, all done in an odd silvery ink. This tattoo is usually covered by her hair, which falls just past her shoulders, and is a dark shade of brown that borders on black, threaded lightly with shimmering silver strands. This combined with her apparent youth, and the ancient wisdom she seems to possess, make it very difficult to determine the age of this woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, The Keeper wears a strapless dress made of multiple layers of violet fabric in varying degrees of opacity, all of them laced with faint strands of silver threads that are imbued with magic; these spells allow her to move silently, and also serve as the storage for a teleportation spell, activated by channeling magic into the thread. On the rare occasions when she ventures off of the island of Talveron, she wears a cape of rich purple velvet, the inside and edges covered in silver runes that have been sewn into the fabric; they carry spells designed to encourage people not to look at her, and to forget her as soon as she is seen, allowing her to pass through crowds veritably unnoticed. Always on her person is a thin silver bracelet around her left wrist, carved with more magical runes, its purpose unknown; on the same hand, on her index finger, she wears a silver signet ring embossed with the seal of her position, a key crossed with a quill; around her neck is a necklace of silver which bears a charm with several dark blue and violet stones that glint with an inner power; and dangling from her ears are matching earrings. She carries with her a delicate incense burner made of a dark metal and carved with runes that bears a magical green stone for illumination, and from which dangle the Keys. Only The Keeper may touch these Keys, as they open every Lock within the Isle of Talveron.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: May 4, 2016 15:39:35 GMT -8
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Post by The Keeper on Aug 24, 2016 14:14:10 GMT -8
The Keeper appeared as if from the shadows of a corner, and greeted Averin with a respectful nod of the head. She spoke then, her soft voice emotionless, but not without inflection.
"Your Majesty. Have you come to see the High Wizard?"
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Aug 24, 2016 14:47:05 GMT -8
"The high wizard for business and you for a personal matter."
Averin gives The Keeper a teasing grin then clarifies.
"I'd like to ask you a few questions. For no better reason than to satisfy my own curiosity. Or to tantalize it I suppose. But business first. I assume you know where Owein is?"
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The Keeper
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: A woman of average height and weight, with a slender but curvaceous frame, the woman known only as The Keeper has a lovely face of delicately-formed features, her dark brows gently arched above eyes of a deep, gleaming blue. Her nose is small and turned upward ever so slightly at the tip, giving her a nearly elfin appearance, although she has the normal rounded ears of a human. Her lips are full and soft-looking, formed into a nearly perpetual downward curve that evokes the impression of sorrow. Her skin is pale and unmarred by any imperfections, save for a small tattoo at the nape of her neck, of two crescent moons framing a full moon, all done in an odd silvery ink. This tattoo is usually covered by her hair, which falls just past her shoulders, and is a dark shade of brown that borders on black, threaded lightly with shimmering silver strands. This combined with her apparent youth, and the ancient wisdom she seems to possess, make it very difficult to determine the age of this woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, The Keeper wears a strapless dress made of multiple layers of violet fabric in varying degrees of opacity, all of them laced with faint strands of silver threads that are imbued with magic; these spells allow her to move silently, and also serve as the storage for a teleportation spell, activated by channeling magic into the thread. On the rare occasions when she ventures off of the island of Talveron, she wears a cape of rich purple velvet, the inside and edges covered in silver runes that have been sewn into the fabric; they carry spells designed to encourage people not to look at her, and to forget her as soon as she is seen, allowing her to pass through crowds veritably unnoticed. Always on her person is a thin silver bracelet around her left wrist, carved with more magical runes, its purpose unknown; on the same hand, on her index finger, she wears a silver signet ring embossed with the seal of her position, a key crossed with a quill; around her neck is a necklace of silver which bears a charm with several dark blue and violet stones that glint with an inner power; and dangling from her ears are matching earrings. She carries with her a delicate incense burner made of a dark metal and carved with runes that bears a magical green stone for illumination, and from which dangle the Keys. Only The Keeper may touch these Keys, as they open every Lock within the Isle of Talveron.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: May 4, 2016 15:39:35 GMT -8
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Post by The Keeper on Aug 24, 2016 15:05:01 GMT -8
One brow quirked upward just a fraction at the king saying he wished to see her for a personal matter. That was.. unexpected. The tiny movement was her only sign of reaction, however, and it was soon gone, replaced by her usual neutral expression. The Keeper inclined her head in a nod to the king, both an assent to his wish to question her, and his query about the location of Owein.
"Of course, Your Majesty. He is in the library. I will escort you there." She half-turned away and, fully expecting the king would follow her, began to walk through the hallways. Doors opened at her touch and swung shut behind them, until they were eventually entering into the massive library. Owein could be seen at a table littered with books, and the Keeper stopped just inside the doorway, turning to face Averin once more.
"I will return when you have finished your business with the High Wizard." With that, she stepped into a shadow and vanished.
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Owein Raic'Leach
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 48
Physical Description: An even six feet tall, Owein is a sturdily-built man with weathered features that make him appear older than his years. He has a strong jaw that descends to a firm chin, which is covered by a mustache-goatee that comes to a point, composed of brown hair threaded with silver hair - much like the hair atop his head, which he keeps trimmed to just about shoulder-length. His eyes are a deep steely grey, filled with a wisdom beyond his age. He usually wears a perpetual scowl.
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Clothes and Equipment: For the most part, Owein wears a set of intricate clothing in browns and reds. Red breeches are tucked into brown boots that fall just short of his knees. Into these breeches is tucked a brown tunic, with a red long-sleeved shirt beneath. At his waist he wears a red sash which serves as a belt, onto which are attached a number of pouches, that hold various alchemical and spell items. And over top it all he wears a long-sleeved red robe with hardened shoulders and intricate golden scrollwork at the shoulders, hem, and cuffs. The shoulders are actually made of red dragon hide, to ward against magical attacks, and the golden scrollwork carries enchantments. Around his neck is a long red scarf, that hides a nasty scar on his throat. He always carries with him a tall staff made of an odd opalescent white wood, that is carved at the top into an intricate, twisting shape reminiscent of dragons.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 14:36:28 GMT -8
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Post by Owein Raic'Leach on Aug 24, 2016 15:05:59 GMT -8
Owein looked up when he heard the door open, and saw the Keeper standing there with Averin. Ah, excellent. Moving away from the table, he approached the king and bowed.
"Your Majesty. I wasn't expecting you. Do you come bearing information from the dragonling?"
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Aug 24, 2016 15:45:46 GMT -8
Averin followed the Keeper wordlessly. Idly speculating on why she had so many keys if she could open doors with a touch. Finally though they arrive in Owein's... he'd guess it was a study. Walking over to the mage the king smiles and offers his hand.
"Indeed I do. We have a name and a location..."
Averin proceeds to tell Owein what they had learned of Catherwane.
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Owein Raic'Leach
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 48
Physical Description: An even six feet tall, Owein is a sturdily-built man with weathered features that make him appear older than his years. He has a strong jaw that descends to a firm chin, which is covered by a mustache-goatee that comes to a point, composed of brown hair threaded with silver hair - much like the hair atop his head, which he keeps trimmed to just about shoulder-length. His eyes are a deep steely grey, filled with a wisdom beyond his age. He usually wears a perpetual scowl.
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Clothes and Equipment: For the most part, Owein wears a set of intricate clothing in browns and reds. Red breeches are tucked into brown boots that fall just short of his knees. Into these breeches is tucked a brown tunic, with a red long-sleeved shirt beneath. At his waist he wears a red sash which serves as a belt, onto which are attached a number of pouches, that hold various alchemical and spell items. And over top it all he wears a long-sleeved red robe with hardened shoulders and intricate golden scrollwork at the shoulders, hem, and cuffs. The shoulders are actually made of red dragon hide, to ward against magical attacks, and the golden scrollwork carries enchantments. Around his neck is a long red scarf, that hides a nasty scar on his throat. He always carries with him a tall staff made of an odd opalescent white wood, that is carved at the top into an intricate, twisting shape reminiscent of dragons.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 14:36:28 GMT -8
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Post by Owein Raic'Leach on Aug 24, 2016 16:07:48 GMT -8
Owein listened closely, looking both puzzled and concerned. When Averin was done with his recitation, the older man rubbed his beard-covered chin thoughtfully and murmured.
"A wizard named Catherwane..? It's not a name I'm familiar with. I suppose I could ask the Keeper, though she might not tell us, even if she knew. Regardless, I'll contact the man I sent with Cairex and inform him of this development. Maybe they'll find the bastard and be able to bring him in for questioning." After deciding this, he glanced back at Averin thoughtfully.
"Thank you for bringing this to us, Your Majesty. We'll get on it as fast as we're able. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Aug 24, 2016 16:38:54 GMT -8
Averins shakes his head at Oweins question.
"No that is all for now. Well unless you have a way to make getting her less nauseating. That would be nice."
He grins at the man to show that he's joking... mostly. Then he turns and looks for The Keeper. He assumes she will just sort of pop out of nowhere. Doors were passé after all. The king chastised himself for that thought. He was royalty now, he needed to cut down on the sarcasm. Even the sarcasm in his head.
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