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 12, 2016 10:44:17 GMT -8
"Hmm..." She thought for a moment. So much had happened. How best to phrase it? She took a drag of her herbal cigar.
"This land is better protected now. The people of Medan used to suffer at the hands of outsiders," she explained. "But more than just that... my homeland, Sakand, is still very vulnerable. I um... negotiated for the protection of my homeland after helping Goraia rise to its position as protector of the people of these lands. Sakand is now guarded by Goraia, as well."
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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 12, 2016 15:08:12 GMT -8
"Indeed," he replied to Jarkoopi with a smile, "very gallant! I had meant to congratulate you personally for your bravery and your loyalty... but that alone is not enough... speak with me later, for we have even more to discuss..." Then, he stood, in order to address the whole table. He tapped a fork gently on his wine glass, little notes ringing across the small gathering as he diverted attention to the head of the table.
"Ahem... Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," he started, looking around and engaging each attendee's own gaze with his own before continuing, "I'd like to make a few very brief announcements before we begin our dinner tonight..." He paused for a moment, allowing everyone to settle.
"First off, I'd like to congratulate us all, on our progress as a nation and our victory over the rebels at the Battle of New Brimiarde. Those of you involved in overseeing the operation, you know who you are," he went on, his unknowing gaze overlooking Keizhi as he nodded in the general Jill-Promiethius-Levanius corner of the table, "I'd like to thank you. Furthermore, at the conflict on the Eastern border....." He looked to the person on his right.
"I'd like to congratulate our guest here tonight, Jarkoopi... dragon in human form..." he added in a low undertone, giving some dramatic credibility to the unassuming middle-aged man who sat in the seat beside him, assuredly a face none would recognize. "In his true form, he battled another invading dragon and helped deter an enemy attack at our still-unfinished fortress... and, in addition, I'd like to congratulate him and his new Rider, Keizhi, for the formation of such a special and impenetrable bond of souls." He nodded to them, smiling radiantly, before addressing the group once more after another pause.
"And finally... may we celebrate tonight, in anticipation for the successful completion of the new census program, my... upcoming duel with Promiethius," he smiled and nodded in his direction in a playfully provocative manner, "and the Fortress Darthak and of course, our nation's most ambitious project, the City of Belthiare." With that, servants began entering the room with various trays. First, the wine would be poured... this time a white, a departure from the reds of the reception--Sauvignon Blanc, chosen specifically to pair with the main course...
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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 12, 2016 19:23:41 GMT -8
Suddenly not all felt so comfortable anymore. Mention of the Battle of New Brimiarde brought her back to the origin of the entire few months, the first of which was incredibly traumatizing. She sat in silence, trying to come to terms with how upside-down her life had become.
The symbolism of the room she sat in dawned upon her.
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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 12, 2016 20:28:13 GMT -8
"Hmnn..." Promiethius subtly responded to Jill as Dantess started his speech.
Promiethius watched and listened carefully. One thing that got his attention was Dantess informing everyone on Jarkoopi in a human form. Such a thought made Promiethius snigger a bit. Promiethius retained all that was said.
When Promiethius name was brought into it and the eyes fell on him for that moment, he slipped his right hand to his empty wine glass and barely lifted it while tilting it towards Dantess. While doing so he had a smirk on his face and winked at Dantess. There wasn't much he else he could do, and he wouldn't interrupt him while he spoke.
When all was said and done, Promiethius turned back to Jill, "Where was your name in that speech? I wanted to hear about your glorious moment in the war from another perspective."
All words were spoken in a whisper, yet curious voice, that would be hard to hear across the long white table, trying to place doubt in Jill's mind about her place here. He didn't want an immediate response, but for her to think a moment on it. When his glass was filled, he would lift it to his lips to take a sip or two. The wine glass seemed to move without and shaking, not even creating a movement in the glass. Even as a general, he still had to have manners.
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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 13, 2016 8:43:25 GMT -8
"Oh, I didn't do much for the Battle of New Brimiarde... that was mostly Levanius Curio behind the operation," she said, regarding the man to her other side with a nod. "And it went very well, except that Kazekaza really messed it up. He's in jail now."
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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 13, 2016 9:00:52 GMT -8
"Indeed," he replied to Jarkoopi with a smile, " very gallant! I had meant to congratulate you personally for your bravery and your loyalty... but that alone is not enough... speak with me later, for we have even more to discuss..." Then, he stood, in order to address the whole table. He tapped a fork gently on his wine glass, little notes ringing across the small gathering as he diverted attention to the head of the table. "Ahem... Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," he started, looking around and engaging each attendee's own gaze with his own before continuing, "I'd like to make a few very brief announcements before we begin our dinner tonight..." He paused for a moment, allowing everyone to settle. "First off, I'd like to congratulate us all, on our progress as a nation and our victory over the rebels at the Battle of New Brimiarde. Those of you involved in overseeing the operation, you know who you are," he went on, his unknowing gaze overlooking Keizhi as he nodded in the general Jill-Promiethius-Levanius corner of the table, "I'd like to thank you. Furthermore, at the conflict on the Eastern border....." He looked to the person on his right. "I'd like to congratulate our guest here tonight, Jarkoopi... dragon in human form..." he added in a low undertone, giving some dramatic credibility to the unassuming middle-aged man who sat in the seat beside him, assuredly a face none would recognize. "In his true form, he battled another invading dragon and helped deter an enemy attack at our still-unfinished fortress... and, in addition, I'd like to congratulate him and his new Rider, Keizhi, for the formation of such a special and impenetrable bond of souls." He nodded to them, smiling radiantly, before addressing the group once more after another pause. "And finally... may we celebrate tonight, in anticipation for the successful completion of the new census program, my... upcoming duel with Promiethius," he smiled and nodded in his direction in a playfully provocative manner, "and the Fortress Darthak and of course, our nation's most ambitious project, the City of Belthiare." With that, servants began entering the room with various trays. First, the wine would be poured... this time a white, a departure from the reds of the reception--Sauvignon Blanc, chosen specifically to pair with the main course... "Very well, we'll speak later in private."As he was recognized during Dantess Visconti 's speech, he looked around the table, a hand was place on his rough beard, it was strange having all these... human traits. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui nodded to Dantess as he finished talking about Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui . Suddenly not all felt so comfortable anymore. Mention of the Battle of New Brimiarde brought her back to the origin of the entire few months, the first of which was incredibly traumatizing. She sat in silence, trying to come to terms with how upside-down her life had become.
The symbolism of the room she sat in dawned upon her. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui felt this small 'click' in Keizhi 's head. He didn't know what it was exactly, but it definitely wasn't positive. He stopped listening for a moment to gaze back at her, then returned to his host and his meal. He knew something had snapped in her mind.
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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 13, 2016 12:07:46 GMT -8
In a matter of moments dinner would be served. Servants brought to the table plates of the main course--chicken kiev, cut through the middle, steaming hot and succulent--and a side of mashed potatoes buttered and salted to perfection... Those outside the main dining room were provided with a wider array of choices through several buffet lines that had plenty for all, including guards and other dinner staff. Dantess turned to Jarkoopi.
"How is the small, budding castle town of Lumbek doing?"
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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 14, 2016 8:10:49 GMT -8
Keizhi listened in silence, slowly eating away at her chicken kiev, which was the most delicious food she'd had in a very long time. She could barely catch what Jill was talking about, before she heard Dantess mention Lumbek. That was the town in which the tower she was held stood. She wondered how much authority he had over the town and how things were going under his watchful eye...
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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 14, 2016 9:11:50 GMT -8
"Oh, I didn't do much for the Battle of New Brimiarde... that was mostly Levanius Curio behind the operation," she said, regarding the man to her other side with a nod. "And it went very well, except that Kazekaza really messed it up. He's in jail now." He nodded with a smile, though made no comment as the two beside him continued their discussion. The chicken kiev and wine paired well together... in his age, he had learned that the enjoyable things in life came in small doses and moment by moment. He continued listening to the various discussions at the table..
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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 14, 2016 22:05:23 GMT -8
Wedge eventually was tagged out of his post of standing before the doorway by a fellow guard, and swapped duties with him. Now, he got to wander the party and assure everyone was doing alright. He did not partake in the wine, as would risk dereliction of duty, punishable under Article II of Serviceman's Law. He did, however, find himself some food at a buffet after everyone had gone, though he'd only nibble occasionally. Being visible and having a professional image was priority.
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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 15, 2016 19:17:49 GMT -8
In a matter of moments dinner would be served. Servants brought to the table plates of the main course--chicken kiev, cut through the middle, steaming hot and succulent--and a side of mashed potatoes buttered and salted to perfection... Those outside the main dining room were provided with a wider array of choices through several buffet lines that had plenty for all, including guards and other dinner staff. Dantess turned to Jarkoopi.
"How is the small, budding castle town of Lumbek doing?" Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui began to chew down on the chicken, it was good, better than most foods he normally ate. It wasn't as filling however, for a meal this size was tiny compared to what he consumed on a daily basis. "It is well," he set down his utensils, "I have fully established the castle's main fortifications so as the town can be protected. Next I will have to begin on the civilian infrastructure and what-not." Keizhi listened in silence, slowly eating away at her chicken kiev, which was the most delicious food she'd had in a very long time. She could barely catch what Jill was talking about, before she heard Dantess mention Lumbek. That was the town in which the tower she was held stood. She wondered how much authority he had over the town and how things were going under his watchful eye... Something troubled you earlier, we will talk about it later in private. He didn't even turn back to her when he did this, making it inconspicuous.
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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 15, 2016 20:32:07 GMT -8
Promiethius would indulge in the food. Chicken was not his normal meat of choice, as most Phoenixians any things such as wyrm and dragon for their main meat. The man did enjoy the meal, but it was dainty to him. If this was all the food, he was liable to stroll outside later to find somewhere to eat.
"That is understandable. If you weren't here, then I can see not being mentioned. I still think something should have been said tho', it took everyone, not just one city, to win a war. But we won't discuss this anymore, as I think differently than those here about you being positioned under someone in a city that is not your homeland when you helped the leader..." Promiethius spoke before sipping his wine and changing subject, "So what did this person do to get become imprisoned? It must be bad to still hold a PoW after the war is over."
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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 16, 2016 9:06:23 GMT -8
No it's... nothing... She knew she couldn't hide much from him while in such close proximity to her dragon, and the same was true in reverse. This would take a lot of getting used to. She continued eating her chicken in small bites at a time, but the wine went untouched for now.
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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 16, 2016 10:36:54 GMT -8
Promiethius would indulge in the food. Chicken was not his normal meat of choice, as most Phoenixians any things such as wyrm and dragon for their main meat. The man did enjoy the meal, but it was dainty to him. If this was all the food, he was liable to stroll outside later to find somewhere to eat. "That is understandable. If you weren't here, then I can see not being mentioned. I still think something should have been said tho', it took everyone, not just one city, to win a war. But we won't discuss this anymore, as I think differently than those here about you being positioned under someone in a city that is not your homeland when you helped the leader..." Promiethius spoke before sipping his wine and changing subject, "So what did this person do to get become imprisoned? It must be bad to still hold a PoW after the war is over." "Oh, he wasn't a prisoner of war in the sense that he was captured on the battlefield... Kazekaza was a former general, tasked with handling the invasion of New Brimiarde from the ground. Recently, the celebrity gladiator girl Lamina from the Stonevale arena, had been captured and they were working on making her into some sort of magically imbued, living weapon. Lamina escaped, killing and wounding a few troops in the process, and an investigation revealed poor planning and handling of the situation by Kazekaza."Jill took a small bite, then continued. "They say negligence was the primary thing behind the charge, but other things began to surface. Corruption, and that he had personally tortured Lamina once before. Lamina had become the property of Zagarus... but much of what happened was political, of course," she added as a final note, to emphasize the fact that Kazekaza's removal from the scene had much more to do with the desires of Goraian leadership than human rights issues.
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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 17, 2016 19:52:15 GMT -8
"Hmn...Not someone I would want in my ranks. I should see this man before I leave so I never recruit him if he flees these lands...
So how is your meal? I find mine a tad bit dainty for my diet." Promiethius asked before making a joking face as he mentioned the dainty food.
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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 18, 2016 10:20:23 GMT -8
"Super yummy... but I think I saw what they were planning for dessert. A huge, chocolate cake! Gotta make room for it."
Jill found the stuffed chicken to be quite filling. But she herself, to Promiethius, might be what he'd consider 'dainty.'
"Kazekaza is easy to spot from miles away. Highly electrifying mana signature, extremely flamboyant appearance. Almost like a clown. It's kinda cool!"
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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 18, 2016 19:24:55 GMT -8
Promiethius pouted like a kid for moment, thinking of the chocolate cake, "Is their going to be any fruits? Maybe a croissant with some berries?"
Promiethius took another sip of wine, "Now I have to see this guy! You don't see too many clowns on the battlefield, and something close is good enough for me!.. I just had a though and I figure I would ask, with this new protection, are your people still lively? I heard they were filled with song and dance, as I have never been there to see for myself."
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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 18, 2016 19:28:20 GMT -8
"They're uh... going through some adjustment right now! But they'll be back on their feet in no time," she said cheerily. "We're moving some supplies to the region."
She thought back to Sakand, and for a second her eyes flitted over to Keizhi. There was something about her that reminded him very much of home...
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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 18, 2016 19:46:04 GMT -8
Eventually, the main course would be complete. It was portioned to be only filling enough for most people that they'd desire just a little bit more. The dessert, indeed a large chocolate cake, would be quite robust. Several layers tall of rich Sakandian chocolate cake draped in golden embroidered frosting soon came to adorn the center of the table--a work of art that stood the test of time for moments at best. This was, in part, a celebration, and it would quickly be disassembled as everyone would be cut a generous slice. "Ah, at last! The grand finale! Very good work," he said, nodding to the servants who brought him the cake. "Thank you very much." When everyone finally had some cake, he turned back to Jarkoopi. "If I wanted to... say... increase funding for Lumbek, what kind of ideas might you float for increasing its activity, appeal, and economic output?"
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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 18, 2016 20:06:31 GMT -8
"Ahh, 'Adjustments'. Those are always fun."
Promiethius would take a fork and split his cake in half, taking the small piece of it. He would eat it in a few bites before offering the remaining half to Jill. He didn't want it and he didn't want to waste it.
"Lady Jill, would you mind taking this remaining cake? I don't want to waste it, but such sweets are not for me."
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