The Isran Empire
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Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Apr 27, 2016 18:17:46 GMT -8
Two large gates of thick wood and steel are built into the fortified walls of Isra, together serving as one of the main entrances into the city. Each gate is situated at one end of the tunnel piercing the bulk of the wall, and is accompanied by a steel portcullis on each end that can be dropped at a moment's notice. Both outside the outer gate and inside the tunnel, crenellations allow for arrows and oil to rain down upon an enemy. The gates are guarded around the clock, open at sunrise, and close at sunset. The gates and portcullises are controlled from two small gatehouse towers, one on each side of the gate and only slightly higher than the maximum height of the wall itself. The eastern gate is different from the rest in that it leads down to the city docks, a large network of bustling commercial and military dock-spaces on the wide Silverion river that runs through the eastern section of The Free Plains. The docks are protected by stone towers and walls that ensure the only way to reach them without force is by sailing into them, or passing through Isra and leaving through the eastern gate. Read about Isra's border permissions here. |
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Cyronin the Blue
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Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 28
Physical Description: Trying.
Clothes and Equipment: https://imgur.com/a/sIpRe
Player's online availability : Often?
Registered: Nov 9, 2015 2:04:16 GMT -8
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Post by Cyronin the Blue on May 18, 2016 22:41:22 GMT -8
e three legions deployed by Cyronin to reinforce the Land-Tillers' borders marched out through the gates, in perfect formation. This would be the last time they would see their families, for most, in a long while, for some, ever. These brave men who had signed up to put their lives on the line to protect Isra were now heading to the frontier, where they would prepare to potentially face one of the greatest threats the free world had ever encountered.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2024 16:41:00 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2016 22:10:51 GMT -8
A tiny figure waddled directly up to the gate, and promptly to the first towering human that was posted to stand guard. The little red dragon craned his pointed head up, peering up at the man with a curious stare. His tail swayed to and fro gently, his wings folded along his back, and eventually he sat down to continue watching the human.
After several awkward moments of silence he would finally speak. "Whatcha dooooooin'?"
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Post by Isra - The Free City on May 20, 2016 22:40:00 GMT -8
The man on the gate had always been a compassionate fellow, and even though he knew that his job was e of the most important parts of Isran border security, he couldn't help but crouch down and say hello to the little guy, seeing as how cute he was. The other guard would keep watch anyway.
"Well, little one, I'm watching this gate, so the big scaries from Goraia don't come over and try and hurt the people inside this city. What are you dooooooin'?"
He said kindly, imitating the cute little fellow's mannerisms at the end. He thought the little dragon was quite funny.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2024 16:41:00 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2016 22:45:42 GMT -8
The cute little critter poses his lips in that childish "oooooooh" as his head tips back and slowly leans forward again - a very dramatic sense of understanding. He glances around, to the other soldier and any others that might be on watch, and over the wall structure that seemed to go on forever in either direction. Then his gaze comes right back to the soldier, who was now down and closer to his own level.
"I dunno," he shrugs. "I got bored. So I ran around... found a mouse and chased it!" he exclaims proudly, moving a forepaw around in a quick motion across the ground. "It went zoom! But I was fast! I didn't lose it! I caught it and I ate it!" he beams, puffing out his soft chest, not yet old enough to grow the plates of his underside yet. But he was trying to seem big and important, despite his small size.
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Post by Isra - The Free City on May 20, 2016 22:50:30 GMT -8
"Well done, little buddy!" The kind guard who manned the gate said, reaching down and gently tickling the dragon's exposed underside. He dimly wondered if the dragon could breathe fire yet...
"What do you think of these walls, little guy? Tell you what, I could take you for a tour if you'd like. I'm off-duty before long. Would you like that?"
The guard was still crouched down by the little guy, and if the belly-scratching had gone to plan, he had moved up to the sides of the dragon's neck.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2024 16:41:00 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2016 22:56:04 GMT -8
The tickling to his soft side made him toppled over and kick his little legs in a fit of giggles, trying to bat his hand away. But it felt good at the same time, and he eventually calmed to the affections - emitting a soft purring sound that rumbled in his tiny body.
At the mention of a tour, his head perked up a bit and he smiled across his scaly maw to the man, his tail starting to wag happily where it thumped on the ground. "I can see the city?! Can I help you guard until then?!"
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Post by Isra - The Free City on May 20, 2016 22:59:02 GMT -8
"You can indeed, my little friend. You've just gotta look out, watch out, and be all ferocious like. You'll do a real good job, I know."
The guard stood up, but not before taking his smallest dagger from his belt and giving it to the little critter to look after, so he could have a sword too. He resumed his vigil on the horizon, looking out for any sort of undead menace, but this time he had a little buddy by his side.
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414 
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on May 30, 2016 1:16:56 GMT -8
Along the road a contingent of 10 armed and armored men appeared on horseback in a double column formation. All the men had open cloaks with fur across the shoulders and no hoods. The heads of the columns each has a spear with small banner billowing in the wind, a grey snarling wolf on a field of blue. There was a single rider heading the entire formation. A man with dark wavy hair and much higher quality fur on his cloak.
The formation rode along a path from the river to the Isra's Eastern Gate. The men slowed to a stop just before the guards on duty could tell them to. A band of armored men riding up to the city gates, they knew they would have to stop here.
Lord Crovan rode his horse further than his men and nodded to the guards, "Greetings."
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The Isran Empire
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Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on May 31, 2016 10:31:48 GMT -8
Along the road a contingent of 10 armed and armored men appeared on horseback in a double column formation. All the men had open cloaks with fur across the shoulders and no hoods. The heads of the columns each has a spear with small banner billowing in the wind, a grey snarling wolf on a field of blue. There was a single rider heading the entire formation. A man with dark wavy hair and much higher quality fur on his cloak. The formation rode along a path from the river to the Isra's Eastern Gate. The men slowed to a stop just before the guards on duty could tell them to. A band of armored men riding up to the city gates, they knew they would have to stop here. Lord Crovan rode his horse further than his men and nodded to the guards, "Greetings." The lieutenant on duty nods to the approaching figure, and takes a moment to eyeball the banner his party carries. A gray wolf on blue. Hm. Seems vaguely familiar, but he can’t quite place it. Regardless, they seem pleasant enough, and ten men, no matter their skill, wouldn’t be enough to overwhelm the gate guards, so the lieutenant sees no reason to be anything other than polite. “Greetings, sir. Who may you be, and what be your business in Isra?” |
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on May 31, 2016 23:34:39 GMT -8
Crovan spoke confidently, "I am Lord Crovan of House Winter I am here to speak with the leadership of Isra. Hopefully they will find time to see me."
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Jun 1, 2016 2:03:01 GMT -8
Crovan’s response elicits a thoughtful sort of “Hm.” from the guard. He mulls the matter over for a moment before continuing, “Well, go right ahead, then, sir. You’ll probably want to visit The Citadel. Big castle-looking thing in the center of the city, can’t miss it. Cause no trouble, and may your negotiations go well.”
With that said, he gestures inward through the gate, allowing Crovan and his knights passage through into the city proper.
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on Jun 1, 2016 23:05:44 GMT -8
Lord Crovan nodded to the man in thanks and rode into the city, his Men-at-Arms following behind him.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2024 16:41:00 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2016 14:15:06 GMT -8
Ith began to grow bored watching... absolutely nothing happen. The human and his crowd moving through the gate was the only distraction for a while, but after that - he became extremely bored. As most youths do. So he took up a new game to entertain himself, though it would probably seem terrifying to anyone else watching. He found the tiny dagger in his maw and tossed it up high, and proceeded to chase and lunge and leap to try and catch it again. This little game continued for now, holding his short attention span for the moment as he played catch with himself... with a sharp weapon.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jun 19, 2016 7:50:49 GMT -8
Ildesias, along with his companion Sariandi, would pass through the eastern gates and enter the city.
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Whir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 95
Age: 23
Physical Description: Whir stands approximately six feet and five inches (nearly two meters) tall. His skin ranges from pale to dark blue and is lined with bright markings that do not appear to be tattoos. Dark blue crystals shoot back from his scalp where hair would be on a pure blooded human. He is lithe and corded, muscles defined, but not pronounced.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Simple clothing hangs from Whir's slim body. The only apparent armor a banded chest plate made of what appears to be some dark wood. Resting on a loop attached to the back of this chest piece is a long and narrow sword. To the untrained observer it almost appears as a needle, with the eye replaced by a pommel set with some light blue gem. The sword is in fact, made from a single crystal of orichalcum. The rapier-like double edged blade is nearly indestructible despite its thin profile. A leather wrap starts at the pommel and runs about eighteen inches up the body of the sword, where immediately after, the five foot long blade takes an edge.
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 19:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Whir on Jun 22, 2016 13:30:31 GMT -8
<enter from city of Isra>
Having received information and some help from the Sun Marshal's administrator, Whir made his way to the Isra docks. It wouldn't take him long to find a spot on a boat headed down the river towards the ocean and the river port. He scanned the crowds for his escort for a time, but realized whoever it was probably wouldn't make herself readily noticeable. Even if he couldn't catch up with the agent here at the docks, she'd probably find him at the port. His physique made him somewhat memorable -- not always a good thing, but useful in this case.
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182 
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Jun 22, 2016 14:00:48 GMT -8
Kaylie hurried along the path towards the gate, and spotting the blue-haired man up ahead, called out to him as she got closer.
"Whir! Are you Whir?"
Despite having run from the headquarters, Kaylie shows no sign of having run at all aside from slightly heavier breathing. On her back is slung an oversized longbow and a double quiver packed full of arrows. A medium-sized pack hangs beneath the quivers, and at her hip is an ordinary longsword.
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Whir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 95
Age: 23
Physical Description: Whir stands approximately six feet and five inches (nearly two meters) tall. His skin ranges from pale to dark blue and is lined with bright markings that do not appear to be tattoos. Dark blue crystals shoot back from his scalp where hair would be on a pure blooded human. He is lithe and corded, muscles defined, but not pronounced.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Simple clothing hangs from Whir's slim body. The only apparent armor a banded chest plate made of what appears to be some dark wood. Resting on a loop attached to the back of this chest piece is a long and narrow sword. To the untrained observer it almost appears as a needle, with the eye replaced by a pommel set with some light blue gem. The sword is in fact, made from a single crystal of orichalcum. The rapier-like double edged blade is nearly indestructible despite its thin profile. A leather wrap starts at the pommel and runs about eighteen inches up the body of the sword, where immediately after, the five foot long blade takes an edge.
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 19:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Whir on Jun 22, 2016 14:07:21 GMT -8
Turning to see who was calling his voice, Whir spots a young woman trotting up to him, decked in adventuring gear and a large quiver full of arrows. Her bow looks a little too big for her frame, but he has learned to try not to question such oddities in his years of wandering.
"Ah, you must be the Marshals agent," he responds to her when she has closed the gap between them. "Whir I am, good to meet you..." he lets the question hang in the air, prodding the woman for an introduction.
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Jun 23, 2016 6:44:27 GMT -8
"That I am! Oh right, I am Kaylie, pleasure to meet you Whir."
She extended her hand out to him as she made it all the way to him. He seemed like a friendly enough sort, that would make the trip less tedious at the very least.
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jun 24, 2016 23:55:53 GMT -8
Nyx arrived at the Free City's eastern gate. She looked at the walls of city for the first time in a long while. She took her time riding up to the entrance, taking in the view.
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