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 Mar 28, 2017 21:56:29 GMT -8
Though she was noticed far before she reached the gate, @eilagwen is approached by a gate side guard as she slows. He’s a decent sort of man, with a kettle helm, neatly trimmed beard, and a spear. He stands at a bit over five feet tall. “Ma’am,” he begins, tilting his head up. It is at this point that he’s approached too closely to be able to see the woman’s face while wearing his helmet. Rather than doing something comical in which he attempts to take off his helmet with his gloves on while holding the spear, he opts to back up a few feet and raise his voice slightly. “Ma’am,” he begins again, I would ask for your name, and if you require the assistance of The Isranian Guard.” With this, he makes a small sort of wavy hand gesture toward the gate and the other guards therein and nods his head a bit. There is evidently at least one member of the guard who knows some semblance of manners.
Meanwhile, Denethor would be free to pass unimpeded. Though he may take note of a new copy of Isra's border permissions posted on the inside of the gate.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 3, 2024 0:32:46 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2017 11:25:04 GMT -8
She kept her silver elk under control. Though it wanted to dance and shake its head, it remained as calm as its distinguished rider.
She was not surprised when she was held up when the others weren't -- she did appear rather foreign after all. The serious-eyed elf watched as the guard approached, came too close, adjusted, and spoke again. She was impressed by the manners displayed. The humans she had come across thus far -- those not from Sylvelis -- were all traders, rogues, and mountain men, and needless to say, they had colored her perception of them.
She reached into her garments and drew out papers and handed them to the guard. "I am Ambassador Eilagwen of the City of Sylvelis," she told the guard, her gaze steady on his threw the slit of his helm. "I am here on business, purely, and do not require assistance." Her accent was light and ethereal, but not difficult to understand.
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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 Mar 29, 2017 20:38:24 GMT -8
As he approaches to accept the papers, the guard is grateful that he doesn’t have to stand on his toes. After taking a step back as not to be directly beside her elk, he begins to read, assuming that the papers are written in the common script.
“Very well, then…” he says, as he reads.
“You’ll find the Isranian government in The Citadel, in the center of the city; straight down this road on the right.” With one hand, he gestures toward the gate, motioning the directions as he speaks.
Finished with the papers, he hands them back up to @eilagwen. “A good day to you,” he offers, apparently satisfied.
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Registered: May 3, 2024 0:32:46 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2017 15:16:35 GMT -8
She was quiet, not one to fill silence with empty words, watching the guard and even lifting her gaze to look at the others as he read what had been written. She had papers in three different languages for her purposes of exploring the world beyond Sylvelis.
When they were handed back, she nodded her head in gratitude, and with no further word, she gently kicked her silver elk into walking again, taller than the horses around them. She could see the Citadel looming in the distance, but first... she needed to find a place of proper stable for her elk and herself.
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Hope "Not an Assassin"
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 30
Physical Description: average height man
Black hair, brown eyes, brown skin
Clothes and Equipment: Trousers and hooded jacket made from the leathered hide of an adult Basilisk
Padded shoes
Crossbow, hidden blades and a larger silver blade that was tempered especially for him.
Registered: Apr 19, 2017 17:38:32 GMT -8
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Post by Hope "Not an Assassin" on Apr 19, 2017 20:56:45 GMT -8
Hope finally saw the city he had traveled so far for. He had heard there was a very popular clothing store that might suit his needs within.
He walked up to the gate.
"Ahoy there! I seek passage into your fair city. Is anyone there?" He spoke loudly, much louder than he usually did but only at the fact that he hadn't seen anyone around.
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Registered: May 3, 2024 0:32:46 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2017 9:57:20 GMT -8
Needing to stop in Isra for supplies, Kelly began to walk up to and eventually through the gates, her face covered by her cloak. She looked as though she didn't want to cause trouble and was just passing through to get new equipment.
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Post by Isra - The Free City on Apr 20, 2017 14:54:44 GMT -8
Seeing as how the gate was fully manned, as always, when the man walked up and started shouting if anyone was there, the numerous guards scattered around looked at him in silent disbelief, wondering quite how out-of-kilter this poor bloke's head was. One of the younger and less experienced guards there shouted back at him, "YES! SOMEONE IS HERE!" to snorts of laughter from above.
After that, though, they processed him through the gate fairly quickly, seeing as how he was quite clearly not an assassin.
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Registered: May 3, 2024 0:32:46 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2017 16:02:39 GMT -8
A lone figure could be seen heading up the road, aimed directly for the gates leading into the city. Unless stopped or the gate proving to be closed, she would wander right in without a word.
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Post by Isra - The Free City on Apr 26, 2017 18:36:46 GMT -8
The lone figure's journey into the city was not impeded by the city guard.
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on Apr 26, 2017 20:06:01 GMT -8
The Festival is about to begin! All of Isra is decorated in the iconic purple flowers, with splashes of blue and gold. Boughs cover doorways and sway between buildings. The merry spirit is in the air, and beyond the walls of the city, one can see the fair grounds being erected, flags of all the nations waving upon the poles. THE FESTIVAL WILL BEGIN AT 7AM PACIFIC TIME, FRIDAY, APRIL 28th, 2017 CLICK HERE FOR MORE DETAILS
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on Apr 28, 2017 9:55:15 GMT -8
Raoul rode up to the city gates, watching the bustling of the crowds. It seemed he had come on a festival day. He wasn't actually here specifically for the festival, but it was convenient timing. It wasn't even really lying to get into the city, if you thought about it. While his original intent had been to look for work and spend some coin at the local inns and taverns, he certainly intended to participate in the festivities now. Spending his coin buying drinks at a fair was an even better way to spend a day than spending it in a local bar. He lined up with the other people heading in to the festival, walking his horse up to the gates. "Here for the party!" Raoul put on his best friendly smile and waves to the guards as entered the city.
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Typhus
Dedicated
Protecting his star.
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: Late Teens
Physical Description: About six feet tall with a thin muscular physique, Typhus has been trained to fight since he was young and has his fair share of scars. His oddly white hair and strange golden eyes earn him a lot of looks, as does his oddly long canine teeth. He has an angular face with a strong jaw and straight nose.
Registered: Oct 22, 2016 16:28:04 GMT -8
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Post by Typhus on Apr 28, 2017 10:46:37 GMT -8
Together with @seren, Typhus leads their cart into the city proper passing through the gate after it was inspected for contraband. Once they are inside the city Typhus is immediately on edge. It was still a few weeks until the next full moon but he didn't feel comfortable being surrounded by so many people with his condition hopefully they would be well on their way before it became a problem.
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Thomas Montgomery
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: Thomas is an older man, with wrinkles, grey hair, and stern expression. Slightly below overage height, and average build, Thomas is the sort of man that could easily blend into the crowd in most cities and towns without drawing a second glance.
Clothes and Equipment:
Thomas usually dresses in a relatively fashionable, fairly conservative manner.When traveling, he wears sturdier, more rugged clothing for the road, but nothing that could be called adventuring gear. He is unlikely to be found armed with anything more than a pocket knife or perhaps dagger.
Registered: May 21, 2017 8:15:55 GMT -8
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Post by Thomas Montgomery on May 21, 2017 9:28:55 GMT -8
Thomas arrived by riverboat, among the regular traffic in and out of Isra. He hired a porter to carry his trunk for him to the inn where he would be staying, then walked to the gate from the docks into the city proper. As usual, he blended into the crowd of people that were always moving in and out of the city on their regular business, hardly giving or receiving a second glance. Once inside, he turned and walked towards his destination by the most direct route that didn’t pass through the rough parts of the city.
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Julia Rafine
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Physical Description: In the darkness, Julia almost seems solid; but in brighter light, her incorporeal nature is obvious to even the casual viewer looking through her. At 5'10", Julia is rather tall for a human woman, and a build that many would describe as Amazonian. She has light brown, almost blonde, hair and grey eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment:
She is usually seen in the uniform and/or armor of an Isranian Legionnaire. Her armor, weapons, and other gear retain the same semi-transparent appearance as their owner.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 22:18:20 GMT -8
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Post by Julia Rafine on May 28, 2017 9:38:24 GMT -8
Julia arrived in Isra by boat, transporting Alfher in chains. Since he had already killed one man in a previous escape attempt, she took no more chances with him. Even in the brig of the ship, his hands had been bound by chains threaded through the bars so that he could move around inside the cell, but if he had somehow gotten out, he couldn’t have gone more than ten feet without either breaking the chain or several of the bars. Now, on shore again, the contingent of soldiers bound his hands behind his back, and shackled his ankles so that he could only take short, shuffling steps. Under their centurion’s watchful eye, they lifted the prisoner into the back of a wagon and piled in around him. From their expressions, they would have preferred to be transporting his corpse back to Isra, and would certainly make that their new mission, given an excuse. Assuming no further troubles on the docks, the wagon pulled away. Taking Alfher through less crowded streets, but avoiding alleys and slums more, they headed up the hill.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 3, 2024 0:32:46 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2017 5:27:12 GMT -8
The man could be seen trudging towards the gates that stood between him and, likely, a number of bars and taverns where he could try to lose himself at the bottom of a bottle. But he figured, as with most places, that he would find himself stopped at the gates for the usual soldier greeting.
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Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on Aug 11, 2017 19:52:46 GMT -8
( The Isran Empire) The rider astride a chestnut mare bobbed and weaved as the horse walked along the roadway into Isra. His Brown-green travel stained cloak clung rather than flowed, filth and grim caked the underside of the mundane fabric, likely flung from the animal as they had rode hard to get here... Aside from the seven layers of filth covering the rider there was notably odd about the man, save perhaps he was missing one eye, his right. His clothing were plain, but fit him well, and the bow on his back was about what you'd expect from a professional hunter or at least someone who took game often. He carried no sword, just a belt knife. His youthful face was haggard ,worn-out as his clothing. A bleak sadness hung in his expression though he nodded politely to the guards as he passed through. Going into a city was odd for Regal, he often preferred the quiet outdoors, yet now he was craving anything but being alone. He had been alone for far to long...
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Cecélia
Established
Comandante
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 27
Physical Description: Cecélia's body was cut out for battle, but still it remains a well proportioned piece. She has partly braided brown hair and calm brown eyes. She keeps her stature dignified and straight and her smile tells of duty before pleasure.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing a very well made armor, beautifully ornamented rapier and dagger made from the hardest steel around her family's wealth is apparent. The armor is adorned by blue pieces of cloth, that mark her heritage and high position within the Rondón armé.
Registered: Mar 27, 2018 12:36:08 GMT -8
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Post by Cecélia on Aug 8, 2018 23:05:39 GMT -8
Cecélia approached the gates with her six accompanying soldiers - the city looked marvelous from the outside and it seemed as if the city would most certainly be interesting to have a look around inside. "Hail, I am commandante Cecélia de Amar from Rondón and I seek to enter in order to do business inside Isra." she spoke to the nearest guard that seemed idle.
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 105
Registered: May 23, 2017 16:46:10 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Aug 13, 2018 20:37:48 GMT -8
The Isran guard had been staring off into space, daydreaming about the sweet roll that he'd planned on having for lunch. As soon as the shift ended, he'd go down to the little bakery on Mulberry Street and buy the roll, two copper pieces for one with extra treacle. If that one girl with the red hair was working there, maybe she'd give him a wink and a smile that he'd think about for the next few days. His daydream was cut short by the sudden appearance of the Rondi party, however, and all thoughts of sugary sweetness vanished. The Rondi accent was intriguing, and the crisp, official words made him stand up straighter and wish that he'd polished his boots today.
"Oh, um, hello there. Welcome to Isra, Commandanty Amar. You and your companions are free to enter, and I do hope you enjoy your stay."
His poor pronunciation caused him to cringe internally, but he put on his most professional guard face. After all, he was currently representing the empire to a foreign emissary. He had to make a good impression.
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Cecélia
Established
Comandante
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 27
Physical Description: Cecélia's body was cut out for battle, but still it remains a well proportioned piece. She has partly braided brown hair and calm brown eyes. She keeps her stature dignified and straight and her smile tells of duty before pleasure.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing a very well made armor, beautifully ornamented rapier and dagger made from the hardest steel around her family's wealth is apparent. The armor is adorned by blue pieces of cloth, that mark her heritage and high position within the Rondón armé.
Registered: Mar 27, 2018 12:36:08 GMT -8
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Post by Cecélia on Aug 14, 2018 4:45:08 GMT -8
Cecélia looked at the guard a slight smile forming. "De Armar. Commandante de Amar, that's my surname." she said with a smirk though keeping her serious tone. "Thank you for acting more professional than your colleagues out east, I will take note of that." she said and rode through the gates with her soldiers close behind her.
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Reynad Fletcher
Established
Wants to be the very best
Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: A man in his early thirties, Reynad has the typical Fletcher family hair, white and short.
Clothes and Equipment: He dresses according to his stature, in fancy custom-tailored clothes. A notable accessory is an earring that has an engraving of a pentagon.
Registered: Oct 16, 2015 15:13:13 GMT -8
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Post by Reynad Fletcher on Oct 30, 2018 15:32:12 GMT -8
Reynad approached the city gates, Fitzgeralt obediently strolling by his side. He took a handkerchief and used it to hail the guard stationed at the gate. "Pardon, he looks frightening but I really must pass inside. I will see that he will be on his best behaviour."
Fitzgeralt gurgled and spat out chicken bones. Reynad beamed. "That means his digestion is working."
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