Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Jul 12, 2016 10:42:10 GMT -8
Kate accepts the box like it was a gifted to an heir of a dynasty, and as soon as she saw the engraving, she felt an anticipation clouding over her. She also felt like crying, a little. The contents were a small piece of lustrous jewellery. From the looks of it, Naoki had known the exact measurements to make it look good on her. First she was anxious to touch it, hovering her hand above it like it was fresh from the oven. She idly dragged her finger on the plating while listening to Naomi’s explanation and found it to be, indeed, warm to the touch. This prompted her to bridge it across her hands, the warmth dripping drown her arms, as she admired the pearlescent glowing of the gems. The colours resonated with grace, power, and love.
“It looks a lot like you", said Kate, smiling mysteriously. She slipped the gift onto her left hand, where it slid perfectly, as if to stay for good. “Not to mention priceless. Not like the ones you see at the bazaar, but the ones you hear of in fairy tales. It looks ancient, elvish even.”
Comes with all the bells and whistles too! Must’ve cost premium…
“I’ll treasure this with all my heart. I’ll wear it for as long as I love you. Or as long as I live. For me, it is the same.” She pulled her closer, and with a whispered word, Kate concluded: “Forevermore.”
She placed an amorous kiss on her cheek. Moving to a closer embrace, her weight prompted Naoki to fall on her side, Kate on top. “All masterworks need a name, don’t they?”, Kate crooned as she slid on her torso. She caressed her face and ears with her bracelet-hand. “How’s that for ours'?"
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Artemis
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 205
Physical Description: Artemis is a sturdily built woman of medium height, with blonde hair tied back in a professional bun. Clad in a sharp black business suit, with black tie, dress shirt, and gloves, her appearance is utterly unremarkable; save for a single, flawless, purple gem, set on a simple black ribbon, worn choker-style around her throat. Her demeanor is such that she blends seamlessly into the background of any situation when her services are not required.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 6:26:06 GMT -8
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Post by Artemis on Jul 12, 2016 13:32:01 GMT -8
Artemis watches the presentation with a smile, noting with some relief that Kate likes her gift. There was precious little reason not to, but it would have been a shame if she hadn't, with how ludicrously expensive that little bangle was.
She clears her throat. "Before you get too affectionate, you might want to open this." She pulls an engraved box of her own from under the seat, and places it on the table. The styling is almost identical to the box containing Kate's previous gift, but this present is much larger, nearly the size of a small trunk.
The box contains, to put it bluntly, a choice selection of lewd implements. The hints of pink and silver worked into some of the devices leaves little doubt that they are custom work, and given the expertise of the commissioning party, they can be safely assumed to be of the highest quality, an opinion that an examination will fully support.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Jul 16, 2016 8:47:41 GMT -8
Naoki's eyebrows furrow a bit at the drawn likeness between the bracelet and herself. Is Kate saying she’s round? Is that a roundness comment?
Regardless, as Kate continues to examine and don the gift, Naoki discards the thought and breaks into an almost humorously wide smile. Firstly and foremost, she likes it. She is pleased. So pleased that she’s kiss- oh my-
Naoki’s thoughts, and any that may have come after that one are cut off there as she is forced down onto her side with a small sort of “oonf” sound. For the space of a half-second, Naoki finds herself thankful for splurging on the bench-cushions. If she had not, she would be sporting an excellent concussion right about now. But no.
Opening her eyes, she turns her head slightly to see where Kate ended up, and is pleasantly surprised to find her face only a few inches from her own. Which makes it that much easier to whisper, “Fitting.” Which, while not perhaps the most romantic or witty thing to say, was the first thing that came to mind.
Naoki opens her mouth as if to continue, most probably to offer some supplementary, but ultimately somewhat unnecessary secondary clause, but is again cut off as Kate’s fingers find their way up to her ears. Her very sensitive ears, as opposed to any others- and all that comes from Naoki’s mouth is a strangled sort of moan.
Though the bottom arm moves to provide support; to prevent Naoki from rolling right off the bench and onto the floor, the other comes to rest somewhat limply on Kate’s lower back. It would seem as if advanced motor control, along with speech conjugation and coherent trains of thought have all been temporarily suspended due to ear scritch. Under the caress, Naoki squirms slightly, pressing the top of her head back up into the scritching hand, but otherwise offers no comment or resistance.
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Jul 17, 2016 11:15:51 GMT -8
Any other day Kate would have been malcontent with Artemis’ intrusion. Her disposition, Kate had observed, seemed to only speak on matters concerned with business or pleasure. And there was just no way she was giving her an abacus. She could’ve scolded her for ruining the 'mood' or shushed her down. Yet, this day was her birthday, and she intended to milk it for all it’s worth. As such, she tilted herself upward, eyes eating Naoki’s torso downwards alongside her fingertips. “Stay.” She commanded.
An imperative sort of snicker departed (mostly) through her nose as she clicked open the packet. A raise of eyebrows and an aroused “Aah” soon followed. Mirroring her behaviour from earlier, she fluttered her hand over the contents.
"Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, Caught a tiger by the toe. If she moans, let her go, Eeny, meeny, miny… Whoa."
And that, was when she found just the thing. Artemis had indeed collected a smorgasbord of sensuality (the taxpayers’ funds were truly in good hands), but the situation at hand needed no heavy artillery, but something lighter. She turned to Artemis for her approval before giving Naoki another command. “I will need you to take off your dress… I’m going to borrow your midriff.” Kate was holding something in her hand, but waited until Naoki took off her dress to reveal it.
On her palm, rest a feather, shining in thin, velvet pink. The tuft was sparse and floaty, the feather seemed to hover over her hand.
“Now,” Kate said, looming over her. “I’m going to write a letter on you. On your skin. And you will need to be absolutely quiet, or you might to break my concentration, and then we need to start allllll over again. Also, do try to be still while I’m drafting on you. Else my hand could slip and end up somewhere veeery unfortunate for you…” Kate patted herself on the cheek with the plume. She was always good at inventing party games on the go.
“Are we clear on the rules?” If there were objections, Kate would boldly decline hearing any such nonsense. “Readysetgo.” And she began writing with the plume end, just below Naoki’s breasts.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Jul 18, 2016 18:29:25 GMT -8
A disappointed sort of pout makes itself present on Naoki’s face as Kate withdraws. That was excellent; why did she stop? Naoki moves as if to sit herself up but stops abruptly midway through the motion at the issued command, more out of surprise than anything else. It’s been a long while since she’s been issued a command. Still, she supposes, nothing too terrible could come of it, especially considering that Naoki is aware of the contents of Artemis’ gift box. So she stays.
The next command, however, elicits a raised eyebrow and a slight squint. Borrow her midriff? What manner of… Naoki considers it for a moment. Perhaps it’s a polite way to refer to her chest. Fair enough. Presuming that the previous command has been invalidated by the most recent one, Naoki sits up and spends a moment to remove her top- the same one she had arrived to Green’s Greens with earlier that day. She struggles for a moment with the neck, attempting to remove the garment without totally disheveling her hair, but is highly unsuccessful with that secondary goal. In the process of pulling it up over her head, any semblance of a reasonable hairstyle is ruined, leaving locks of hair tumbling every which way, covering her face.
Frustrated with the garment, Naoki tosses it away to the opposite side of the cabin, nodding slightly to herself as it crumples against one of the kitchenette cabinets. Then, she turns to face Kate, and brushes the hair from her eyes.
Upon properly noticing the item held in Kate’s hand, Naoki’s complexion manages- perhaps by some miracle, to lighten several shades, and her pupils dilate to complete the alarmed look. Of all of the items in that box Kate could have chosen to select. The harness. The clips. Any of the whips, or the other assorted implements. Of them all, Kate had chosen the feather. Instinctively, Naoki makes an uncharacteristic move to cover herself, crossing her arms across her chest and becoming acutely aware of how chilly it seems to be in the carriage without one’s top.
Perhaps it was a lucky guess. Perhaps it was a coincidence. Or perhaps Kate and Artemis had shared a few words, either previously or just now in the selection of the item. Regardless of how the situation came to be, Naoki finds herself as a deer in the metaphorical headlights of that seemingly innocuous feather. Time seems to pass in slow motion; Kate’s talk of ‘letters’ and ‘rules’ fall on deaf ears. Hearing, but not comprehending.
The next thing Naoki becomes aware of is the sensation of being on her back again. Which is strange. Considering she didn’t consciously make an effort to lie down. She attempts to sit up, raising a hand in protest. “No, wait~!”
And then it began. Naoki doesn’t last even a second under the stated rules of the ‘game’, immediately breaking down under the touch of the feather and squirming about every which way. Someone is giggling wildly. Is it her? Perhaps. She’s too busy giggling wildly to put any serious thought into the matter. Her limbs flail madly, attempting to push, pull, or cover herself, but they can’t quite decide which, so they end up simply flailing about without any real force behind them. Occasionally, the giggling is interspersed with half-conjugated words and phrases, such as “No, plehehehease,” “I’m ticklish,” “Nohohoho, please,” “Artemis, help me,” “You fiend,” “Dammit,” “You’ll pay for this,” “Stahahahapit,” “I can’t breheheathe,” and other assorted moans and expletives of both pleasure and frustration.
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Jul 21, 2016 15:00:52 GMT -8
Naoki’s initial reaction was a delight to Kate, who rarely, if ever had an opportunity to witness her this vulnerable. Sadly this soon turned against her. Maybe it was a cat’s natural reaction to feathers, but she was an absolute pain to tickle.
“Come on, hold still- mf- Dammit!“ It was too much seeing her react like this. She wasn’t even trying! With her expertise in matters sensual, Kate had expected Naoki to have something of a thick skin when it comes to tickle tolerance, but clearly this wasn’t the case.
“Hahaha! Aaaahhahaha!” Kate began laughing hysterically, the rules completely slipping from her mind, She tickled her behind the ear, her neck, her armpits(!), all throughout bubbling with cute, sadistic giggle. “Hahaha! Hee-hee, your face, lookatyourface! Hehehehahaha!” She couldn’t keep her balance in check during her fit, which, fortunately for Naoki, lead her to abandor her duty, and fall over her naked torso. Not quite the outcome she had hoped, but she was having fun.
Kate tossed the feather upwards, letting it descend in all due time. Underneath, Kate pet her Nao-cat on the cheek, tranquillising them both. When they had both calmed down, she remarked: “Oh god, you’re so bad at this... I had planned a romantic game for us and you just blew it. Not sure how I’m ever going to forgive you for this.” Kate snorted, but kept the snickering in check. She didn’t want to start the whole ruckus again. In fact, the instance had been kind of taxing for her.
She pressed against Naoki’s bare torso and listened to her heart’s slow decrescendo, backed by deep breathing. All the sounds of the ocean couldn’t have been as soothing, and no hearth was as warm as her bosom. Were Kate a baby, she could’ve easily been lulled to sleep in Naoki’s arms.
Alas, she was not a baby. She was a woman, and that woman in her was severely aroused by the sort skin, and demanded her needs to be acknowledged.
Thereby, she founded a trail of kisses from the crevice of her bust, up her neck, touching Naoki’s crimson lips. The tangled hair only made Kate want her more. She inhaled deeply, and parted her mouth with her own. She felt her inside for long, the shivers coursing through her veins, until the rest of her body demanded to be touched and loved in the same way. Then, when she was certain her lover had reached the mood, Kate moved just as much that she could remover herself from the burden of wearing a dress. The garment swiftly migrated to the floor not far from Naoki’s white top.
As bare-chested and bad-haired as the woman below her, Kate smirked while licking her index finger, for reasons erotic and practical, before offering Naoki a question in a voice faintly trembling: “Anything you need from there?”, she nodded towards the table. If any preparations were needed, she would tend to those before tending to the most powerful woman in Isra.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Jul 22, 2016 23:25:20 GMT -8
“Try using a harness next time,” comes the soft response.
As things relax further, Kate settles down on her chest, and her breathing begins to slow, Naoki stares up toward the ceiling of the carriage, and allows her mind to wander. Not in any particular direction, not headed toward any manner of conclusive decision or resolution. Just wandering, wondering, thinking about Her. How it feels as Naoki idly runs her fingers through Her hair. The manner in which She giggled just there, and how pleasant it would be to sit- or rather, lie, just like this, all day. Forever, even.
The trail of kisses does an excellent job of snapping Naoki back into the here and now, however, She inhales sharply, surprised as the first makes contact, and is fully prepared and then some by the time their lips meet. A hand placed on the small of Kate’s back holds her in place until Naoki has had her fill (at least for the moment) as not to be denied for the third time in a row.
At the murmured question, Naoki pauses to consider, adopting a very serious sort of look as she reviews the inventory of the trunk as she remembers it, and considers each item for immediate use.
After a moment, however, she shakes her head, indicating the negative. A few Many tempting possibilities exist, but not yet. Not even having begun, Naoki feels no need to spice things up, as it were. The ride to The Expanse is going to take all day, anyway. There would be plenty of time for that. With that predatory sort of smirk that she does, Naoki extends her arms to grip Kate’s thighs and rises, intending to carry her a few feet to the adjoining bedroom, small as it may be.
Silently, with the aid of her earring, Naoki reaches out to their driver, Stan: Carriage Attendant First Class and Animal Handler Extraordinaire, instructing him to slow, easing the carriage's rocking, and pushing their time of arrival back an hour or so preemptively.
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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 Jul 22, 2016 23:26:33 GMT -8
For his part, Stan: Carriage Attendant First Class and Animal Handler Extraordinaire, sits silently on his little bench, knuckles white with the force with which he grips the reins. He bites his lip, pointedly ignoring the sounds from within the carriage. His gaze remains fixed directly on the road ahead. He finds it to be somewhat boring, what with being a road and all, but preferable to receiving a reaming. Though… based on what he’s hearing, that might not be so bad. Still, he figures it best not to tempt, and remembers that he has a family to feed, and instead begins to regret not putting his kerchief in his pocket as a trickle of blood begins to trickle down his chin. For their part, horses continue to trot along, and the carriage continues on toward The Land Tillers' State . [Exit to Western Draconic Forest with Empress Naoki , Kate Green , and Artemis .]
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Toruk The Hero
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 24
Physical Description: A well-built and broad shouldered half-orc with nothing subtle about him. He stands at 6'7, and wears his long black hair pulled back in a knot. His square jawline features two thick sideburns that stop right before his chin. Toruk's exposed torso is covered in various scars and pock marks from the years of fighting. He has very equally thick and expressive eyebrows that hang over uncharacteristically kind pale blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Toruk wears black trousers with armored plating on the sides, matching steel greaves and black boots. His wrists are wrapped in leather bands, and around his waist is a leather belt with a few pouches tied to it, mostly containing small snacks and some coins, but one containing a very important item: an ornately carved brass key he won during his time as a gladiator, signifying his freedom from the world of pitfighting. He carries a steel longsword in a brown leather scabbard on his back. The curved longsword is designed for inflicting the most amount of damage possible, jagged above the hilt. There are several nicks along its surface, having blocked its fair share of axes, halberds, warhammers, and other weapons in its time.
Player's online availability : Afternoons and evenings EST.
Registered: Jul 25, 2016 17:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Toruk The Hero on Jul 26, 2016 19:12:33 GMT -8
Toruk plods his way towards the Eastern Gate with a look on his face of pride, determination, and barely hidden excitement. The journey had been arduous, but he made it to Isra as a free wanderer. He had gotten some experience with other towns under his belt, and this time he had everything figured out: don't draw your sword unannounced, be nice to guards and people who look important, and only hurt bad people if he knew without a shadow of a doubt that they were, in fact, bad people. He had stumbled his way through several encounters with bandits, miscreants, and the like, but this time everything would go without a hitch. Toruk now understood that he was scary looking to many people, but many people did not understand that Toruk was a hero.
He spots the guards at the gate, tightens up his scabbard, and excitedly breaks out in a sprint. He suddenly stops after a few steps, remembering that a large half-orc charging full speed was scary to some. He slowed down to a casual jog, eventually stopping about ten yards away. Toruk stands straight up at attention, looking straight ahead and speaking in a loud and clear voice.
"Hello! I am Toruk! I have come to harp!"
Toruk furrows his brow, thinking to himself for a moment. Something didn't seem right there. A lantern suddenly lit in his mind and a smile made its way across his face.
"Not harp! Help! Help! Yes, I am Toruk, I have come to help! That one's the word I meant."
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Post by Isra - The Free City on Jul 27, 2016 20:47:55 GMT -8
The lieutenant manning the gate was alarmed by the sight of the mammoth half-Orc charging at him, and was in the process of opening his mouth to give the order to arms, when the Orc slowed down. Nonetheless, he gave a subtle signal, and the archers above the gates put an arrow to bowstring, tracking Toruk as he approached.
As the Orc called out his greeting with his ever-so-slightly inaccurate grasp of the common language, the guard briefly wondered whether he was making the right decision, but the city had an open door policy, and if the man had come to help, who was he to deny him? After all, the man was probably too simple to attempt duplicity.
"Welcome, Toruk, to the city of Isra! If you want to help us with that great big sword of yours, go to the castle up on the hill. You'll find the general up there, if that's how you want to help. Otherwise, enjoy the city!"
The lieutenant waved to the Orc as politely as he could, twisting his usually dour face into some sort of a smile, like he hadn't practiced in many years. Still, he tried his best to be friendly. If the man was genuinely here to serve Isra, he would surely be a good addition to the city.
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Toruk The Hero
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 24
Physical Description: A well-built and broad shouldered half-orc with nothing subtle about him. He stands at 6'7, and wears his long black hair pulled back in a knot. His square jawline features two thick sideburns that stop right before his chin. Toruk's exposed torso is covered in various scars and pock marks from the years of fighting. He has very equally thick and expressive eyebrows that hang over uncharacteristically kind pale blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Toruk wears black trousers with armored plating on the sides, matching steel greaves and black boots. His wrists are wrapped in leather bands, and around his waist is a leather belt with a few pouches tied to it, mostly containing small snacks and some coins, but one containing a very important item: an ornately carved brass key he won during his time as a gladiator, signifying his freedom from the world of pitfighting. He carries a steel longsword in a brown leather scabbard on his back. The curved longsword is designed for inflicting the most amount of damage possible, jagged above the hilt. There are several nicks along its surface, having blocked its fair share of axes, halberds, warhammers, and other weapons in its time.
Player's online availability : Afternoons and evenings EST.
Registered: Jul 25, 2016 17:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Toruk The Hero on Jul 28, 2016 16:42:23 GMT -8
"Oh! Yeah, I could do that! Yeah yeah, general, I'll find him!"
Toruk sized up the man speaking to him, glancing over his shoulder and noticing the archers keeping him in their sights. His eyes turned up as he thought over his words, going over his interactions and seeing if anything he had done was particularly threatening. The running probably didn't help, but he stopped that before it was too late. Maybe it was his misspeaking? He made a note to think over his words very carefully before he spoke from now on. His thinking was interrupted (not a particularly hard task to start) by the loud roaring of his stomach.
"What in Isra is there for eat? I mean! Let me try that again, hang on, don't shoot."
He scratches his head and looks down to his side, trying really hard to get his sentence structure right. The fact that he was served mostly biscuits, some fish, and flat ale (far too small portions for someone his size, at that!) during his passage to Isra probably wasn't helping him think straight.
"If...I was hungry, where would be the best place to go? Is there a good tavern?"
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Post by Isra - The Free City on Jul 30, 2016 13:34:36 GMT -8
The lieutenant waved over his shoulder again as he realised the orc was bearing no intent of harming anybody, instructing the archers to stand down as he answered the man's questions.
"The best inn in town is the Midnight Sun in the Nexus. Get to the centre of town, and you should be able to find that from there. Have a good day, and welcome to Isra."
The lieutenant nodded to Toruk as the gates swung open, allowing the Orc into the city.
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Toruk The Hero
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 24
Physical Description: A well-built and broad shouldered half-orc with nothing subtle about him. He stands at 6'7, and wears his long black hair pulled back in a knot. His square jawline features two thick sideburns that stop right before his chin. Toruk's exposed torso is covered in various scars and pock marks from the years of fighting. He has very equally thick and expressive eyebrows that hang over uncharacteristically kind pale blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Toruk wears black trousers with armored plating on the sides, matching steel greaves and black boots. His wrists are wrapped in leather bands, and around his waist is a leather belt with a few pouches tied to it, mostly containing small snacks and some coins, but one containing a very important item: an ornately carved brass key he won during his time as a gladiator, signifying his freedom from the world of pitfighting. He carries a steel longsword in a brown leather scabbard on his back. The curved longsword is designed for inflicting the most amount of damage possible, jagged above the hilt. There are several nicks along its surface, having blocked its fair share of axes, halberds, warhammers, and other weapons in its time.
Player's online availability : Afternoons and evenings EST.
Registered: Jul 25, 2016 17:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Toruk The Hero on Jul 30, 2016 20:19:39 GMT -8
"Midnight Sun...Midnight Sun. Got it! You've been very very helpful, thank you. I will remember this!"
Toruk smiled, patting the lieutenant on the shoulder as he walked by him. As he walked through the gates, he waved at the archers.
"Thank you for not shooting! I can take an arrow but I like not having arrows in me even more."
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The Bluejay
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Registered: Aug 21, 2016 11:19:20 GMT -8
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Post by The Bluejay on Aug 21, 2016 19:46:42 GMT -8
He arrives, after much travel, to the eastern gate of Isra. He'd cross into the city, unless otherwise stopped, tipping his hat to the guards as he passed.
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Falx, The Rat King
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 13
Physical Description: — ragged blonde-brown hair
— mud-brown eyes
— dusty, dirty tan skin
— tattered feathers woven into hair
— 5'3" tall
— skinny, barely any muscle, malnourished appearance
Clothes and Equipment: — swagman, sleeps where he can
— wordly posessions either on him, or in the battered, crudely-made messenger bag he carries
— ratty clothing, breeches, shirt and smelly half-cloak with hood
— usually barefoot
— shiv made of a sharpened bone hangs around neck on a string
Player's online availability : GMT 8+
Registered: Sept 18, 2016 1:53:29 GMT -8
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Post by Falx, The Rat King on Sept 18, 2016 2:51:25 GMT -8
{waiting on pez's post!}
Little else than a boy in tattered rags wielding a slightly dumb smile, Falx meandered his way up to the gates. Wide-eyed at the sight of the baffling newness of everything he was taking in — the result of living avoidantly of large cities in his meagre thirteen years — he dawdled slightly, but it was entirely in fascination. He'd never seen such a big door before! With a shuffle of his feet, he adjusted his side-slung bag, checking to see if Pez was still with him.
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Pez, The King's Rat
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 94
Physical Description: An abnormally large rat, black-coated and muscular. He is very agile and packs a nasty bite.
Clothes and Equipment: What, do you think rats wear clothes?
Registered: Sept 18, 2016 1:56:42 GMT -8
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Post by Pez, The King's Rat on Sept 18, 2016 3:08:35 GMT -8
Pez was tucked in snugly to the messenger bag, awaiting Falx to give him the heads up that he may leave. He hoped they wouldn't search the bags. That'd prove nasty.
What was taking him? Couldn't Falx just walk on through the gate? Urgh! It was taking way longer than expected!
He was hungry. He wanted some nuts. He may be small, but he had an exceptional appetite.
"When're we gonna go in?" asked Pez, muffled through the bag. He was visibly frustrated.
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Falx, The Rat King
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 13
Physical Description: — ragged blonde-brown hair
— mud-brown eyes
— dusty, dirty tan skin
— tattered feathers woven into hair
— 5'3" tall
— skinny, barely any muscle, malnourished appearance
Clothes and Equipment: — swagman, sleeps where he can
— wordly posessions either on him, or in the battered, crudely-made messenger bag he carries
— ratty clothing, breeches, shirt and smelly half-cloak with hood
— usually barefoot
— shiv made of a sharpened bone hangs around neck on a string
Player's online availability : GMT 8+
Registered: Sept 18, 2016 1:53:29 GMT -8
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Post by Falx, The Rat King on Sept 18, 2016 3:22:53 GMT -8
Falx's brow furrowed in mild exasperation. "Don' be so pushy." he mumbled at the frustrated rat, "M' only lookin' round." Adjusting his bag slightly, the scruffy boy ceased his hesitation, and wandered through, into the city.
/exit to Isra
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Pez, The King's Rat
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 94
Physical Description: An abnormally large rat, black-coated and muscular. He is very agile and packs a nasty bite.
Clothes and Equipment: What, do you think rats wear clothes?
Registered: Sept 18, 2016 1:56:42 GMT -8
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Post by Pez, The King's Rat on Sept 18, 2016 3:50:14 GMT -8
Pez sat placidly in the bag, awaiting the chance to leave. He felt cooped up inside and was eagerly awaiting the chance to stretch his short legs.
[Exit to Isra]
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Grant
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 16
Physical Description: Standing at a total of five foot and eight inches, he is of an almost athletic build. No real meat on his bones, merely lean muscle. Adorned with the unfortunate body of the nekojin, he has a set of cat-like ears atop his head, while a tail sits at the edge of his tail bone. Both ears able to be independently moved, while the tail is a prehensile appendage all it's own. Most of his body covered in scrawled gold ink, which when put to his pale skin looks nearly invisible, however still stands out.
Clothes and Equipment: Nearly all the time, he wears a button up shirt. While it's color changes it is normally a short sleeve, even in the colder months. His pants generally hempen in make, knees of all his clothing always shredded and torn. The back side of which having a hole strictly to accommodate the tail. Underneath his shirt along the left side of his chest is a ladder of ring piercings.
His equipment aside that are just a scythe of strange make. The blade folds in on the staff, whilst it was still able to lock out with pure kinetic force. About half way down the shaft stands another secondary handle, as is most cases for actual scythes. Occasionally he adorns himself with a straight pipe, and puffing a generous amount of whatever herb he had at the time.
Registered: Sept 25, 2016 15:01:18 GMT -8
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Post by Grant on Sept 26, 2016 11:14:40 GMT -8
A young face, one that almost seemed to appear from no where stood at the gate, a sigh escaping his lips. Grant stood there, with bright colored hair, though the rest of him seemed ragged, scarred from wandering for days. A staff held in hand, more of a walking stick, a rounded edge curled from the top to about two feet down, metallic. Only to look around, toes digging into the ground, being the only thing that actually touched the earth. Resting on the balls of his feet, without being at all flat on the whole of his feet.
"What... to.. do.."
He sounded parched, thirsty really for anything that might indeed quench his thirst. He looked tired, but wouldn't let that really hinder him from going about. "Need a bar...." His words really just a whisper, as he soon came to squat holding his staff close. A precious relic of a life once lived already.
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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 Oct 2, 2016 20:59:37 GMT -8
Accompanied by a small group of Citadel guards assigned to protect him, Ryden Greyiron rode out of Isra early one morning, as the sun began to peek over the horizon, to conduct the first of several official state visits he had planned. He would be travelling to the Land Tillers' State to meet with the Elder Council, and, time and will permitting, take a tour of some of the more beautiful locations the lands had to show. (Exit to the Western Draconic Forest Edge.)
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