Dantess Visconti
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: 34
Physical Description: Spiked black hair, a handsome face, cold blue eyes and a calculative stare.
Clothes and Equipment: Black and violet regalia of the highest caliber, and a silvery rapier at his left hip.
Registered: Feb 25, 2016 14:08:36 GMT -8
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Post by Dantess Visconti on May 3, 2016 22:45:58 GMT -8
"Hi! It's nice to finally meet you!"Jill was certainly in good spirits. A happy-go-luck cheer seemed to have been activated by his company, and she curtsied before him. Being formal was fun! "Likewise!" He smiled radiantly, presenting a slight bow to her as though to say ' welcome to my humble abode.' She appeared much younger than he expected for some reason, and he could just barely feel the sort of power within her that was typical of Sakandian natives. "As you are aware, Lord Zephidel would like you placed directly in my command. We can speak later, but today, you will be invited to the main dining table. It will be starting soon. Follow me to the entrance? I'd like to show you inside."
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on May 4, 2016 8:59:25 GMT -8
Since their bond made it much easier to find eachother Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui would eventually find way to Keizhi 's side within the Manor's garden. Ah, there you are.Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui 's appearance was that of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe. He wore nothing significant designating his title, for if one wished to see his power, they would be met with a tall blue dragon. Speaking aloud to his rider, "Shall we continue inside now that we have met up? Oh, and don't mind my appearance, it is only to appease the formalities. Besides, I have an unlimited set of forms, ranging on all sizes and types." Quietly he finished his statement, "A dragon who is a master of illusion must keep his skills sharp." He awkwardly winked, as if it was unnatural. (Which it was.) "...Jarkoopi? Is it you?" Keizhi looked with slight disbelief. While she knew she'd be surprised by any human manifestation of the dragon, it didn't prepare her in the slightest. Yet she felt his life energy and knew for certain it was him, her inquiry largely rhetorical.
"Very well then... I'll follow you." She stood up, lifting the hem of her elegant white dress to keep it from dragging, and would follow him towards the front doors. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui began to wander through the house for a while, looking as to find the dining room. Blasted. I have no honest clue either where as to go.Finally their searching came to a halt when they discovered the dining room. It was mostly empty, they were early. Here we go, we must be early. Feel free to wander or follow me while we wait, I must search for the host whose army had supported me in a battle.He speedwalked away, regardless of whether Keizhi was following or not. Eventually he came to Dantess Visconti , who was currently chatting with Jill .
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Keizhi
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: Blue eyes, long purple hair, and an average sized body.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a wide assortment of enchanted dresses, though often seen in plain black or frilly whites.
Registered: Feb 27, 2016 22:51:27 GMT -8
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Post by Keizhi on May 5, 2016 10:31:31 GMT -8
It is quite the gathering... she thought back to him. She had to remember to try not to speak aloud all her thoughts to him. Communicating magically with the mind was not a foreign concept to her, but doing it on a consistent basis would definitely take some getting used to. Keizhi followed Jarkoopi through the crowd, and they eventually came upon Dantess and Jill.
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Jill
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on May 5, 2016 14:39:54 GMT -8
"I know," she told Dantess almost grudgingly, following him towards the entrance (where they would meet Jarkoopi and Keizhi). Being put in someone's command didn't sit too well with her, as now it was almost certain she would have to leave her castle on someone else's accord and actually do stuff.
Oh dear.
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Arch General Promiethius
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Clothes and Equipment: Gold and white iron armor with a dragon scale under armor. His sword was crafted from the deep pits of Drumbar by a tribe that no longer exists. As it has never been tested, some say magic is involved with his sword.
Registered: Jun 9, 2015 17:25:50 GMT -8
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Post by Arch General Promiethius on May 5, 2016 20:07:39 GMT -8
Promiethius and his men would follow in behind the others, making no attempt to speak or be noticed. They would take in the looks of the home and make their way to the table for the meal. Promiethius would take his seat and his men stood behind him. They knew not to eat till after the others were done, as this meal was not made for them.
While the others continued to walk around, he pulled out something that looked like a miniature green cigar. His right pointer finger raised to the tip of his little green cigar and a bolt a red energy lit it up. Promiethius would take off his coat and tie, unbutton the top two buttons of his shirt, lean back in his chair, and puff on his orange scented herbal little cigar.
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Dantess Visconti
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: 34
Physical Description: Spiked black hair, a handsome face, cold blue eyes and a calculative stare.
Clothes and Equipment: Black and violet regalia of the highest caliber, and a silvery rapier at his left hip.
Registered: Feb 25, 2016 14:08:36 GMT -8
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Post by Dantess Visconti on May 6, 2016 10:16:42 GMT -8
Jarkoopi, Keizhi, and Jill would surely end up following him into the manor should they catch up to him. It seemed most of the guests had arrived, and it was rapidly approaching dinnertime. Everyone began taking their seats. Most of the guests would attend the dinner at tables outside of the residence, set up in various places in the garden. Here, there was plenty for all, including all house staff and bodyguards. Those distinguished guests, however, would be seated in the dining hall. Dantess stood at the head of a long, lavishly decorated table. Dishes had all been set up and he awaited all to get settled.
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Levanius Curio
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 47
Registered: Mar 13, 2015 16:50:16 GMT -8
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Post by Levanius Curio on May 6, 2016 10:32:43 GMT -8
Levanius took his seat at the table, carefully smoothing out his attire as he gets himself comfortable. His hands sat reserved in his lap, as he awaited the announcement of the start of the dinner. Looking around, he got a good view of who else was invited to attend the indoor table. With a smile, he nodded to Promiethius, recognizing him as a foreign representative.
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Jill
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on May 7, 2016 11:43:29 GMT -8
Jill sat next to Promiethius. She could smell his citrus flavored smoke, though if it was what she thought it was she'd find another smell to it unmistakable, and smiled slightly to herself. Such a luxury was culture to her, and by the look of the new trade agreements, would become culture to Goraia, too. Jill wasn't well versed in formalities, and so sat quietly in her spot without words and kept her hands to her lap.
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Arch General Promiethius
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Clothes and Equipment: Gold and white iron armor with a dragon scale under armor. His sword was crafted from the deep pits of Drumbar by a tribe that no longer exists. As it has never been tested, some say magic is involved with his sword.
Registered: Jun 9, 2015 17:25:50 GMT -8
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Post by Arch General Promiethius on May 7, 2016 20:16:22 GMT -8
Promiethius looked at Jill as she moved his direction to take the seat beside him. His blue eyes would glide over the woman's dark figure, admiring every dark shade in her appearance and every curve her garbs revealed. Promiethius was a power man and been in many lands, distinct women did seem to catch his eye, and 99% of them were not what most Phoenixians found beautiful.
Promiethius would speak up to Jill, "Crafted by the Angels and finished by the Devil! What kind of beauty you have is nigh unfindable!"
Promiethius would crack a smile, revealing a set of teeth that were pearly white but looked like receded vampire teeth. As he smiled, he stuck his right hand outwards towards Jill, offering her his small herbal cigar. After a few drags, Promiethius was feeling pretty good and it was in the Phoenixian belief that one should smoke herbs during gatherings.
"These herbs are the finest! It is only custom to share."
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Wedge
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 35
Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor, including helm.
Registered: Feb 26, 2016 0:37:23 GMT -8
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Post by Wedge on May 7, 2016 20:26:41 GMT -8
Wedge enters the dining room, now to play role as the first shift of door guards for the party. The rotations were only half of an hour each, allowing each guard to maintain watch on all who wished to approach the dining room with a fresh set of eyes and an active mind.
In silence, just outside of view from within, he stands.
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Jill
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on May 7, 2016 21:09:19 GMT -8
Promiethius looked at Jill as she moved his direction to take the seat beside him. His blue eyes would glide over the woman's dark figure, admiring every dark shade in her appearance and every curve her garbs revealed. Promiethius was a power man and been in many lands, distinct women did seem to catch his eye, and 99% of them were not what most Phoenixians found beautiful. Promiethius would speak up to Jill, "Crafted by the Angels and finished by the Devil! What kind of beauty you have is nigh unfindable!" Promiethius would crack a smile, revealing a set of teeth that were pearly white but looked like receded vampire teeth. As he smiled, he stuck his right hand outwards towards Jill, offering her his small herbal cigar. After a few drags, Promiethius was feeling pretty good and it was in the Phoenixian belief that one should smoke herbs during gatherings. "These herbs are the finest! It is only custom to share." Jill audibly gasped, her eyes slightly widening as though she had never heard such a compliment before. The magnitude of his greeting took her by surprise, which certainly settled as a pleasant one as he slipped her an herbal cigar. She was familiar with the herb from her homeland and it was a very nice gesture indeed. It left her with a gleeful smile as she took it from him. "Why thank you!"
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Arch General Promiethius
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Clothes and Equipment: Gold and white iron armor with a dragon scale under armor. His sword was crafted from the deep pits of Drumbar by a tribe that no longer exists. As it has never been tested, some say magic is involved with his sword.
Registered: Jun 9, 2015 17:25:50 GMT -8
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Post by Arch General Promiethius on May 7, 2016 21:26:41 GMT -8
"I am Promiethius, Arch General of the Phoenix State Royal Forces. Who might you be?" Promiethius asked Jill.
While she took her draws, he would take a glance around to keep aware of his surroundings. It didn't take long before he was looking back at her while she spoke. He would take his right hand and brush his hair behind his ear while looking into Jill's eyes if she looked at him while speaking.
(Just trying to keep it from being one line atm)
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Jill
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on May 7, 2016 21:31:54 GMT -8
"I'm Jill! I um... I helped Lord Zephidel when this was still Medan, and now I guess he wants to give Dantess command over me," she said, as though she detested the whole thing, even though Dantess himself was kind of cool. She lit her own herbal cigar and puffed upwards, so as not to blow smoke across the dinner table, but was otherwise casual and nonchalant about it. She was a native Sakandian by birth. It was her culture too...right?
"Why are you here, if you're from the Phoenix Imperium?"
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on May 8, 2016 8:34:43 GMT -8
It is quite the gathering... she thought back to him. She had to remember to try not to speak aloud all her thoughts to him. Communicating magically with the mind was not a foreign concept to her, but doing it on a consistent basis would definitely take some getting used to. Keizhi followed Jarkoopi through the crowd, and they eventually came upon Dantess and Jill. It is, Medan was much different a few years ago. He responded to Keizhi mentally. Being as old as he was, remembering something years ago felt like months to him. He took a seat remotely near to Dantess Visconti, leaving an empty spot next to himself for Keizhi. "Did you happen to be the commander of the army that was present at the eastern border?" He said to Dantess Visconti.
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Arch General Promiethius
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Clothes and Equipment: Gold and white iron armor with a dragon scale under armor. His sword was crafted from the deep pits of Drumbar by a tribe that no longer exists. As it has never been tested, some say magic is involved with his sword.
Registered: Jun 9, 2015 17:25:50 GMT -8
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Post by Arch General Promiethius on May 8, 2016 19:47:27 GMT -8
"It is nice to meet you, Jill." He said with a smile after she said who she was.
When she was done, Promiethius would take a drag off of his herbal cigar and think for a moment. He would contemplate his responses before speaking. When he exhaled he began to speak.
"What part did you play in assisting him? Did you help with your own forces or did you serve as a warrior for him? Despite this, how do you feel about it? You don't seem like someone made to serve someone on a whims notice...
As for me coming here, I was invited here. I normally do not attend these types of gatherings outside the borders of Phoenix Imperium... but things change."
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Dantess Visconti
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: 34
Physical Description: Spiked black hair, a handsome face, cold blue eyes and a calculative stare.
Clothes and Equipment: Black and violet regalia of the highest caliber, and a silvery rapier at his left hip.
Registered: Feb 25, 2016 14:08:36 GMT -8
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Post by Dantess Visconti on May 9, 2016 16:00:24 GMT -8
"Why, yes I was," he replied to Jarkoopi with a smile. At first, he did not recognize the man. That must have meant one thing.
"Don't tell me just yet..." He raised a single white-gloved finger as though to say 'wait a moment!'
"... You must be Jarkoopi, in human form. Yes?"
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Keizhi
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: Blue eyes, long purple hair, and an average sized body.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a wide assortment of enchanted dresses, though often seen in plain black or frilly whites.
Registered: Feb 27, 2016 22:51:27 GMT -8
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Post by Keizhi on May 9, 2016 19:52:14 GMT -8
Keizhi sits quietly beside Jarkoopi, making sure the whole time not to stray too far from who she considered to be her sponsor. After all, she had no rank or position or power within Goraia. She very much enjoyed being in this environment and this company, compared to the treatment she had received leading up to the healing spell for Jarkoopi. She smiled and kept silent, wanting to make a good, neutral impression. And then, she recognized Jill, and the smell of the herbal indulgence she shared with the foreign general. It was the first essence of her home culture she had experienced in a long while, and in some way it made her feel relieved.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on May 10, 2016 6:21:21 GMT -8
"Why, yes I was," he replied to Jarkoopi with a smile. At first, he did not recognize the man. That must have meant one thing. "Don't tell me just yet..." He raised a single white-gloved finger as though to say 'wait a moment!' "... You must be Jarkoopi, in human form. Yes?" Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui waited while Dantess Visconti found his answer. As he was thinking, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui slowly smiled as he watched the man recall his memory. "You are correct." He nodded, "That means you must be Dantess Visconti . I was fighting tooth and claw with the attacking dragon, I assume you saw the battle. The other dragon ( Asaph, Dream Hunter ) was a very worthy opponent, we both had left with wounds and injuries." "After the battle I had returned to my tower and one of my transfered prisoners," he gestured to Keizhi , "healed me. I released Keizhi, as her heart had done no evil, she was only in the wrong place at the wrong time. Soon afterwards, she became my rider." He motioned for the two to introduce eachother.
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Jill
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on May 10, 2016 9:38:18 GMT -8
"It is nice to meet you, Jill." He said with a smile after she said who she was. When she was done, Promiethius would take a drag off of his herbal cigar and think for a moment. He would contemplate his responses before speaking. When he exhaled he began to speak. "What part did you play in assisting him? Did you help with your own forces or did you serve as a warrior for him? Despite this, how do you feel about it? You don't seem like someone made to serve someone on a whims notice... As for me coming here, I was invited here. I normally do not attend these types of gatherings outside the borders of Phoenix Imperium... but things change." "Umm.. lots of things! Mostly helping with the Orb of Judgment in Stonevale, stuff with King Hylon... you know... stuff," she said, puffing on her own herbal cigar. "I feel... I feel... upset, that I have to answer to anyone but Zephidel. But I'm really happy I had the opportunity to help him."
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Arch General Promiethius
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Clothes and Equipment: Gold and white iron armor with a dragon scale under armor. His sword was crafted from the deep pits of Drumbar by a tribe that no longer exists. As it has never been tested, some say magic is involved with his sword.
Registered: Jun 9, 2015 17:25:50 GMT -8
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Post by Arch General Promiethius on May 10, 2016 18:01:49 GMT -8
A long drag was taken, followed by a slow exhale of a large puff of smoke, "Just because you help someone doesn't mean you owe them. If anything, by you helping the main man, this man should under your command... Or so it would be in The Phoenix State..." "Sadly, I have no say in what happens by who's control... We were forced to isolate ourselves and we unable to partake in this regime change." Promiethius didn't take well to the thought of not taking part in the war. Promiethius looked down as his knees and let out a soft sigh. He continued to think of what was becoming of The Phoenix State and what had been occurring. Now not only was he thinking of his homeland, but he was now thinking about missing the fight in Goraia. His upcoming duel could change a lot and placed even more burden on his mind. "What exactly did happen? What type of government controls these lands now?"
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