Ailionóra uí Muineacháin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Ancient.
Physical Description: As with all of the Fae, Ailionóra is tall and lithe, at a respectable 5'11", and although she is thousands of years old, she appears to be in her mid-twenties. She has long hair that falls to her hips, which is a mix of shades of auburn with golden highlights, and bright green eyes. She has a delicately-formed bone structure resulting in limbs and fingers that are just slightly longer in proportion than a human, and features that are wildly beautiful in an almost harsh and feral kind of way, along with the pointed ears possessed by all her kind. Her skin is lightly tanned from several lifetimes spent out in the Wyld, and heavily adorned with a great number of intricate tattoos in varying shades of green ink that she proudly displays.
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Clothes and Equipment: While safely at home within the Wyld, Ailionóra typically wears very little, allowing her to be closer to the nature within the Wyld. Her usual attire typically consists of a vest in any number of colors that bares her shoulders, back, and midriff, paired with a knee-length loincloth, and accessorized with gauntlets, upper arm bands, and various beaded necklaces and belts. She can occasionally be seen carrying a long spear, most often while out in the Wyld engaged in the Hunt. When outside the Wyld, she dresses a bit more conservatively, but still tends to wear dresses that display her shoulders and the tattoos on the skin there. When attending to important matters of Fae governance, either within the Wyld or when dealing with the Council of Alban, she often carries an staff composed of intricately twined pieces of wood, adorned with ever-blooming flowers and a few magic-focusing crystals of green and gold.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:51:15 GMT -8
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Post by Ailionóra uí Muineacháin on Jul 4, 2016 16:43:54 GMT -8
Ailionóra watched Averin as the wizard made his speech, as the crown was placed on his head, and then as the king himself spoke. Once he was finished, she raised her voice to be heard.
"The Fae of the Wyld stand with King Averin Arach! Long live the king!" When he passed, she turned and followed him, and mounted her tiger to follow his carriage through the city. She and her entourage would remain in the city for the next month to formalize the agreements between the Fae and the other races, and then she would return to the Wyld.. to the city, and her people. Where she belonged.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Jul 4, 2016 16:49:03 GMT -8
Despite being a king himself, Renaux had taken a knee when Averin received his crown. Protocol on these kinds of things was pretty clear. You showed respect to the foreign king. Even if you were the same rank, even if your country was bigger. It was just good manners to kneel. The king of Gauldin listens to the speech and smiles. Averin certainly was direct, he had always been like that even as a squire. Renaux gets to his feet and heads out. He will attend the feast tonight, though he will wait until the following day to seek audience.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jul 4, 2016 17:56:05 GMT -8
It had taken her a moment to realize she needed to kneel, but her speed and enthusiasm made up for her delay and so she did not appear out of the ordinary for that. The soeech had made perfect sense to her, although she was curious what the speech he didn't deliver was. She would follow the crowds to the carriages, giving a dazzling smile to the man who opened the carriage door for her when he did. She was unaware that she was not technically invited to the feast, since everyone else in there got to go she only assumed that she would go as well.
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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 Jul 4, 2016 18:07:56 GMT -8
Owein stood when Averin finished his speech and turned to Caridwyn, offering his arm to the girl. When she took it, he led her outside and into a carriage. He'd seen the curious look Averin had given her and figured he should introduce them.
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Duchess Caridwyn An Sí
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Age: 19
Physical Description: A tall and slender woman, Caridwyn is 5'8" and shapely, with a woman's curves. Her skin is fair and her facial features are finely formed, nearly aristocratic, with high cheekbones, a smooth brow, and a delicate nose above full lips that rarely smile. Her hair is long, falling to her lower back, and a pale shade of blonde that verges on silvery. Her eyes are wide, luminous, and expressive, and are a pale blue color that often appears violet in certain lights.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most often, Caridwyn is seen wearing simple robes composed of soft, silky white fabric that lay draped across her body in an elegant fashion. Always found upon her person are two intricate silvers rings that cover the entirety of her index fingers, formed into intricate whorls and heavily enchanted with magics that allow her to disguise herself and move around unnoticed. Around her right wrist is a hammered iron cuff bracelet that is enchanted with protective magics. And around her neck is a necklace which bears a shining white moonstone that enables her to more easily use her divine magics. On ceremonial occasions, she wears an elaborate silver circlet set in the front with a large moonstone.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 19, 2016 14:52:41 GMT -8
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Post by Duchess Caridwyn An Sí on Jul 4, 2016 18:08:27 GMT -8
Caridwyn followed Owein, speaking to him softly about Averin. On to the feast!
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Jul 4, 2016 18:14:01 GMT -8
Short and sweet, exactly how he liked political speeches. Of course, that speech wasn't for his benefit, he already knew and trusted Averin. Clearly he would make a good Alpha for these people.
The large wolf took his leave of the gathering, and would go and wait for his turn to take a carriage to the castle.
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Warlord Ei Halvard
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 180
Physical Description: Of the Dwarven race, Ei Halvard is about 4'5" (relatively tall for a dwarven male), has jet black hair, and thick stony muscles.
Clothes and Equipment: Bronze armor, iron boots, lead alloy axe.
Registered: Apr 2, 2016 16:08:04 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Ei Halvard on Jul 4, 2016 21:45:58 GMT -8
Halvard and the dwarfs kneeled along with the others. So this was the new king of Alban. Heh.
Little Queron clapped and whistled along with the rest of the crowd. Justicar Nachton smirked. The other justicars were skeptical, but hopeful. With impressed sturgeon faces, they turned their attention to each other and conferred among themselves what the next move would be.
But Halvard was barely paying attention. He felt responsible for keeping an eye on all the foreigners who had flocked to the coronation. What did they want? Friendship? Tactical intelligence? Cultural exchange? One thing in particular he couldn't help notice was that they were mostly human, with the exception of an odd humanoid accompanied by some elder looking humans.
Having been alive longer than most of the people here, Halvard knew that many challenges faced Alban. Civilizations and economies needed to be rebuilt. Racial tensions would abound. A man with a magic sword proclaims himself king, and suddenly the continent would become a utopia? No. There was still work to be done. The return of An Dli was the end of a nightmare, but also the beginning of a new story.
But, at least children like little Queron now lived in a world filled with hope instead of violence.
"I'm hungry." Queron said. Nachton looked to her and smiled. "Ah, I think the feast will begin soon. Shall we, old friend?"
Halvard slid out of his stupor. "Indeed. Let us go."
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Alanis Waterbloom
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 140-ish, but who cares?
Physical Description: Reddish brown hair, dark eyes, not particularly athletic-looking but with reflexes and speed comparable to most other elves.
Clothes and Equipment: A white robe, a silver tiara, she carries no weapons of any kind
Registered: Jun 9, 2016 15:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Alanis Waterbloom on Jul 4, 2016 21:59:56 GMT -8
The elders and Alanis kneeled, determined to follow the customs of the others. Now they had a better understanding and appreciation for who Averin was. This sword, apparently, was imbued with the powers of multiple races. And through their bond it would suppress the deadly Wylds and maintain peace on the continent. Very fascinating indeed.
To see such cooperation was impressive. She was pleased to see so many people wanting to live in harmony. This boded well. Her elven kin were always so skeptical of the world outside the Land-Tiller's Expanse, almost fearful. They did not wish for the humans to be corrupted. But Alban was special. If the Albanians (or Albanese, or Albanites? Albans?) were willing, Alanis believed that they would be worth allies to help the Land-Tillers grow as a people. Perhaps even the elves could learn a thing or two from the fae and dwarfs.
Lost in thought, she almost didn't notice a procession of people heading out of the hall. It was just as well. The elders were probably hungry, and she was curious about Albanian cuisine.
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on Jul 4, 2016 23:33:39 GMT -8
The chancellor of Isra kneeled with everyone else, paying respect to the customs of the lands. After witnessing the process, Ryden had a greater appreciation for the power and responsibilities the king of Alban was required to hold. He looked around at the other dignitaries present in the chambers, wondering if they were there with the same objectives that he was. He recognised several - the King of Gauldin, some of the Land-Tillers' elders... Nonetheless, he rose with everyone else, and followed the procession to the great keep, where the coronary feast would be held.
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Madadh Allaidh
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 36
Physical Description: Madadh's form is slightly fluid, as normal for the wildlings, but it is always somewhere between human and wolf. His most common shape is essentially humanoid, walking on two (more wolf than human) legs and with opposable thumbs, but with the head, fur, claws, and tail of a wolf or werewolf... and about six feet eight inches tall (tall even for a wildling), and thickly muscled while retaining some of the lithe quality of the wolf. His fur is a dark grey, in his humanoid form appearing almost black, and his eyes a pale grey -- though at his most wolf, they become a more typical golden hue. Humans generally find his expressions very difficult to read unless they've spend a lot of time with either the wildlings or wild wolves.
Clothes and Equipment: In a concession to human sensibilities, Madadh is clothed more often than not in his semi-human forms in almost gentlemanly attire of a high-quality white linen shirt, custom-tailored leather pants (they would have to be custom to fit a wolf's reversed knees), and a very long leather coat. The coat is adorned with small (relative to his massive frame) pauldrons looted from a dwarven warrior, and the various buckles, buttons, and adornments of his attire are similarly forged from looted dwarven metal. Shoes or boots are scorned, as his massive paws are higher-performing on any terrain. At his side he wears a sword like a cutlass, but made to the scale of a massive wildling -- a weapon for the battlefield, certainly, as in any skirmish his sharp claws and the scale gauntlets he wears would be more than effective.
Player's online availability : Variable. PST.
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 14:13:05 GMT -8
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Post by Madadh Allaidh on Jul 6, 2016 19:58:04 GMT -8
Madadh was silent for Averin's speech, and he did not echo the cries of fealty; the Wildlings had already spoken, already told the King they would follow him, and it did not need repeating... or so the Wolf felt. He did give a very respectful incline of the head and almost-bow to Averin, though, waiting patiently before making his own way to the feast.
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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 13:25:21 GMT -8
The day following his excursion to Talveron, Averin called a meeting of the Council. The members were in their chairs and he was in the throne. This was where he held court rather than at the keep. He didn't want to completely cut out the elected officials. There was a small crowd gathered mostly nobles and a smattering of wealthy merchants. Today was a day a long time coming and he had invited two people specifically. His eyes scan the crowd looking for Sir Cairex Forgepyre and Duchess Caridwyn An Sí. Once he spots them he begins the meeting.
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Duchess Caridwyn An Sí
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Age: 19
Physical Description: A tall and slender woman, Caridwyn is 5'8" and shapely, with a woman's curves. Her skin is fair and her facial features are finely formed, nearly aristocratic, with high cheekbones, a smooth brow, and a delicate nose above full lips that rarely smile. Her hair is long, falling to her lower back, and a pale shade of blonde that verges on silvery. Her eyes are wide, luminous, and expressive, and are a pale blue color that often appears violet in certain lights.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most often, Caridwyn is seen wearing simple robes composed of soft, silky white fabric that lay draped across her body in an elegant fashion. Always found upon her person are two intricate silvers rings that cover the entirety of her index fingers, formed into intricate whorls and heavily enchanted with magics that allow her to disguise herself and move around unnoticed. Around her right wrist is a hammered iron cuff bracelet that is enchanted with protective magics. And around her neck is a necklace which bears a shining white moonstone that enables her to more easily use her divine magics. On ceremonial occasions, she wears an elaborate silver circlet set in the front with a large moonstone.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 19, 2016 14:52:41 GMT -8
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Post by Duchess Caridwyn An Sí on Aug 2, 2016 13:27:07 GMT -8
Caridwyn was there, of course, having received the missive. Although her expression was blank, her eyes gleamed with curiosity. Why had Averin requested her presence? The priestess sat in silence, swathed in white as always, with her hands clasped before her. This should be interesting.
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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 13:28:12 GMT -8
Owein was also present, seated in his place on the council as the leader of the Talveron Wizards. He glanced at Caridwyn and gave her a small smirk, but remained silent, his attention quickly returning to Averin.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Aug 2, 2016 15:50:00 GMT -8
Cairex strode in, fully aware that he was underdressed for any sort of meeting with the Council. Although, plenty of them seemed to be wearing furs, so he was probably okay in that regard, but nobody seemed to be wearing leather armor...at least he washed it semi-recently. But he took what he deemed an appropriate spot and waited for the King to begin.
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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 18:29:02 GMT -8
With both his guests present Averin called the meeting to order. The crowd quiets down and eyes turn to the king. He'd called this assembly without a lot of prior warning. He just figured he'd put this off long enough. Not that he wasn't looking forward to it just that things kept piling up. Standing he moves forward on the dais to better observe the crowd. "Tonight's meeting will be a short, but important. Tonight I will be formally on ducting the first new member of the Albish knight hood. There have of course been many additions to the knight of Airgid'Na'Gealaich in the absence of the royal line." A servant runs up and hands the king a blue cloak. Averin holds up the cloak the symbol of knight hood in Alban. "It has become a symbol to the people in recent years. Those who were given the blue cloaks were your best fighters. Your best defense against The Wyld. I will be offering a royal knighthood to all those men. Even if some chose to decline, they will keep the title of knight. They have earned it and I do not believe I have the power to take that away. That is for another day though." Averin fold the blue cloak over his left arm drawing An Dlí with his right. "Tonight I wish to formally induct Sir Cairex Forgepyre into the order of Airgid'Na'Gealaich. Not all of you may know him, but many of you do. He was instrumental in securing my meeting with the wildlings, I'm safely traversing the wyld, and most recently in the evacuations during the dragon attack. He has shown me loyalty, courage, and honor. He has exemplified the knightly ordeals. Tonight I call him forth to receive his due. Both a title and a boon from the crown. Cairex my friend approach." Averin points gestures with his sword the werewolf and waits for the Cairex to approach.
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High Chancellor Reagan Barrach
New
The once and future King will return one day... and we await him with bated breath.
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reagan was 6' 3", with short-cut, grey hair, and a well-trimmed beard. He would have been considered handsome in his hey-day, but in age, he had settled down, and now was left with a scarred, tired face. He had brown eyes that glimmered wiht a faint, dying fire.
If one were to see his bare skin, they would notice it was covered with scars and burns from his time fighting on the frontier, protecting the lands of the humans from the sieges of the Wildlings and Faen.
Clothes and Equipment: Reagan wore his own personal armour in favour of his official attire considering the volatile and dangerous conflicts that were taking place.
His armour was a deep, rich purple, and was emblazoned with decorative white-gold lions - the crest and colour of his house. It was made out of a most unusual metal.
Registered: Apr 2, 2016 17:46:09 GMT -8
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Post by High Chancellor Reagan Barrach on Aug 3, 2016 4:07:09 GMT -8
Reagan Barrach took his seat to the right of the King, watching his methods and approach to his sovereignty with interest. The new king was somewhat of a conundrum for him - for the longest time, he had refused to belief in his heritage, but with the evidence before him, it was hard to deny the young man's right. All the same, the High Chancellor privately doubted the youth's ability to lead the nation, especially considering how he seemed to want to shoulder the entire burden himself, having no concept of delegation. As such, Reagan watched events like these carefully for any signs that might show him the direction of this king.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Aug 5, 2016 8:40:08 GMT -8
Cairex walked forward, a mild look of surprise crossing his face as he did so. He had not expected to be granted such an honor, just paid for the work and then move on, finding a place to live and surviving. But become a knight? That was among the last things he would have expected.
When he got to the proper place in front of the king, he knelt and lowered his head, ready for the ceremony to continue.
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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 5, 2016 12:32:20 GMT -8
Averin smiles at the werewolf as Cairex kneels before him. Raising An Dlí he rests the flat of the blade on the wolf's right shoulder.
"By the power invested in me by the people of Alban."
He lifts the blade and moves it to the rest on Cairex's left shoulder.
"By the blood in my veins, and by the might of An Dlí."
Averin lifts the blade again and sheaths it. He then unfurls the cloak and as he continues to speak he sweeps it around to rest on Cairex's shoulders.
"I award you the title of knight of the order of Airgid'Na'Gealaich. I name you Sir Cairex Forgepyre of Alban."
With these last words he fastens the clasp of the cloak. Averin straightens and offers Cairex his hand. Assuming the werewolf accepts it the king would pull Cairex to his feet. He'd shake hands and clasp Cairex shoulder turning him to face the cheering crowd.
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Duchess Caridwyn An Sí
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Age: 19
Physical Description: A tall and slender woman, Caridwyn is 5'8" and shapely, with a woman's curves. Her skin is fair and her facial features are finely formed, nearly aristocratic, with high cheekbones, a smooth brow, and a delicate nose above full lips that rarely smile. Her hair is long, falling to her lower back, and a pale shade of blonde that verges on silvery. Her eyes are wide, luminous, and expressive, and are a pale blue color that often appears violet in certain lights.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most often, Caridwyn is seen wearing simple robes composed of soft, silky white fabric that lay draped across her body in an elegant fashion. Always found upon her person are two intricate silvers rings that cover the entirety of her index fingers, formed into intricate whorls and heavily enchanted with magics that allow her to disguise herself and move around unnoticed. Around her right wrist is a hammered iron cuff bracelet that is enchanted with protective magics. And around her neck is a necklace which bears a shining white moonstone that enables her to more easily use her divine magics. On ceremonial occasions, she wears an elaborate silver circlet set in the front with a large moonstone.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 19, 2016 14:52:41 GMT -8
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Post by Duchess Caridwyn An Sí on Aug 5, 2016 12:47:14 GMT -8
Caridwyn was one of the first on her feet and applauding, a smile on her face. Averin was a good king, and although she didn't know Cairex, she'd heard the stories of what the wolf-man had done. He was deserving of such an honor and she was glad to see Averin bestowing it upon him.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Aug 7, 2016 17:24:27 GMT -8
Cairex allowed Averin to help him to his paws and maintained Averin's grip. He returned Averin's shoulder clasp, a slight nod and the hint of a smile on his muzzle the only acknowledgement he provided.
He gave a wave to the assembled crowd, wondering if such events actually required this many people or if there was something else going on too.
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