Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Aug 17, 2016 17:04:23 GMT -8
Roy's eyes widened in surprise as Grandma opened up a portal and put the chicken in it. He had no idea she knew magic, and was positively shocked.
"Wow, Grandma! I didn't know you could open portals like that! Must make things a lot more convenient, huh? I bet it makes groceries easier, anyways."
Still scratching his head, he urged the cart forwards and through the gate. That was nice of her, putting the chicken somewhere safe like that. What a nice old lady. It seemed that she had some skills he hadn't known about.
[Exit]
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Aug 17, 2016 19:17:32 GMT -8
Ah, that was right, Roy didn’t know she could cast spells. She had forgotten that in the fight with the Jotun, she had obscured her spell casting from Roy and Vera. Many knew she could cast spells though, and in this situation she didn’t particularly mind if Roy was one of those people.
“Why yes, it does make the groceries much easier to move about. Also has very good applications for disposing of garbage and whatnot. Disposing of waste in a city as large as Isra can be quite the challenge at times.”
Grandma offered Roy one of her warm smiles as she spoke, appearing completely jovial and carefree for the moment.
Giving a nod to the gate guards, Grandma continued studying the general populace as they rolled into the city. People watching was one of Grandma’s favorite pastimes after all.
[Exit]
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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 Oct 12, 2016 10:00:29 GMT -8
Quietly, without fanfare or significant ceremony, The Western Gate is shut and all fortifications are closed, in accordance with orders issued to close all gates until further notice. Any and all individuals wishing to enter or exit Isra must first receive the explicit approval of the guards, or risk being detained.
Additionally, reinforcements arrive from The Citadel and take up positions along the walls, an air of readiness about them all. With these reinforcements, it would be somewhat difficult to sneak one’s way past, over, under, or through.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Jan 3, 2017 14:37:20 GMT -8
A white carriage rolled up to the gate, driven by a nondescript chauffeur. Robert Fletcher sat inside, wearing a well-tailored white suit. On the floor at his feet sat Bennik, his pet white peacock. Looking out the window, Robert fed the bird a cracker and watched the guards. It had been a while since he'd been the city of Isra. His business exporting his uncle's chocolates out of Port Silverion had gotten a little dull, and he wanted a new challenge. He'd heard that the city needed a Minister of Primary Industry, and figured that he would be a good candidate. After all, he'd managed to run Ozmodias until he was attacked in his home and forced to flee. The country itself collapsed soon after, through no fault of his own. The guards seemed to pay the carriage no mind, and they rolled right on through into the city.
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Something
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Registered: Jan 13, 2017 21:28:18 GMT -8
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Post by Something on Jan 13, 2017 22:29:09 GMT -8
In the distance, from the sky, a black speck seemed to zip to and fro as it grew larger and larger... the guards would be alerted to the sudden arrival of a flying black thing. It was something small, and something fast... and something headed straight for the walls.
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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 Jan 14, 2017 4:18:46 GMT -8
A soldier, one of many atop the walls, happens to be taking a short break from walking back and forth to consider the complexities of life, the great problems of our time, the big questions.
Such as, “It’s chilly. I wonder if it will snow.”
Seeking evidence upon which to base his conclusion, the soldier peers upward, into the sky. He notes that it is rather cloudy, but not excessively so, and the clouds are dark and heavy. Precipitation of some sort is likely, he begins to think. But wait. What’s that, there?
Something black and moving far too quickly for how large it seems to be at this distance any sort of terrestrial bird. Intrigued and somewhat startled, he stands up a bit taller and squints, attempting to get a good look at it. He concludes that he cannot, at this distance, but based only on what he’s aware of so far, he feels as if it would be a good idea to mention this to his comrades. Calling the nearest of his fellows by name, he points, and makes a casual sort of inquisitive comment, seeking the other man’s opinion.
The other soldier looks and is much quicker to make a judgment about the state of things and how he feels they (as a group of soldiers) ought to handle this situation. As such, he begins yelling about as loudly as he possibly can, with the intention of calling a great deal of attention to this black-zippy-not-bird-something.
A state of tentative alarm is raised. Not quite so much as to alert the whole city, but certainly enough to raise the soldiers in and around this portion of the wall above a state of unawareness. Some begin to fumble with their weapons, but there remains a feeling of uncertainty, and some fear of the unknown. It's certainly not a griffin, at least.
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Something
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Registered: Jan 13, 2017 21:28:18 GMT -8
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Post by Something on Jan 14, 2017 9:28:34 GMT -8
It begins to slow, tilting its flight angle to expose six spindly legs to the rugged surface of the stone wall. The insectoid creature suspended itself in the air with the use of massive wings proportional to its three feet in length, much of which consisted of a frightening spine affixed to its tail. A low but loud buzzing as it grew near would exacerbate any instinctual human aversion to big, nasty insects, and it landed, just four feet from the ramparts, tiny alien spines upon its grotesque legs helping it remain affixed sideways to the wall.
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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 Jan 16, 2017 12:58:17 GMT -8
As the creature approaches and proceeds to alight upon the wall, our friend the soldier isn't entirely certain what to think. In an effort to reach some manner of suitable conclusion, he decides to get a better look.
Taking a few steps over to the ramparts, he places a hand atop his helmet to hold it on and proceeds to lean over the side and observe this strange creature.
There it is, he supposes. It's awfully large for an insect, in his opinion. It certainly doesn't seem like any sort of being he's ever seen before, but it is decidedly insect-like, he decides.
At this point, our friend remembers that he does not like insects, and proceeds to lose his lunch over the side of the ramparts.
Simultaneously a short way down the wall, a small group of a few soldiers have gathered together and are preparing their crossbows. As soon as they can all finish drawing, it is their intention to peek over the side and stuff the monstrous creature full of boats. Further away, the news is beginning to spread, and the wall as whole is quickly rising to a state of alertness.
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Something
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Registered: Jan 13, 2017 21:28:18 GMT -8
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Post by Something on Jan 17, 2017 13:02:28 GMT -8
The giant arthropod seemed indifferent to its spectators, its wings quieted and revealed to be similar to those of a massive dragonfly. Its single mandible formed an an almost jaw-like mouth, and it seemed to lack the giant compound eyes expected of an insect this size. As though on reflex, it lifted its spined tail just inches from the ground, so that its slightly serrated, barbed tip didn't drag upon the ground. It took off and flew again, its wings buzzing loudly and displacing a noticeable amount of air. It headed back towards the distant treeline from which it came.
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Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 2, 2024 20:32:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2017 13:43:12 GMT -8
Nit had (so far) managed to pass into Isra peacefully and quietly, until he came upon the giant gatehouse of the city. He called up through his thick cloaks and robes to whomever was manning the gates in his best hooman voice. "Oi, you dun best let meh through to yur boss, cause I've gotz real important... things to do! Yea."Legion Master Zhax sent Nit out here specifically because he wasn't the smartest one of the bunch.
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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 21, 2017 17:44:36 GMT -8
[The wartime restrictions on the civil right to self-movement are lifted, allowing travelers with no ill intent to pass in and out of Isra as they please. Isra’s standard rules of border passage now apply fully again.]The gate before Nit spontaneously opens, granting him entry. The guards roll their eyes but ignore him. He seems delusional, this one. Either that or stupid. Perhaps both. They’ll let the Citadel Guard deal with him if he’s as insistent as all that.
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Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 2, 2024 20:32:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2017 19:42:17 GMT -8
[The wartime restrictions on the civil right to self-movement are lifted, allowing travelers with no ill intent to pass in and out of Isra as they please. Isra’s standard rules of border passage now apply fully again.]The gate before Nit spontaneously opens, granting him entry. The guards roll their eyes but ignore him. He seems delusional, this one. Either that or stupid. Perhaps both. They’ll let the Citadel Guard deal with him if he’s as insistent as all that. He snickered to himself, quite pleased with his charisma so far. He waddled along through the gates, now searching for where to go next. For one who had never been in a city, he could easily get lost. <Exit>
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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 20:16:29 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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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Apr 27, 2017 14:02:54 GMT -8
Above the heads of the guards who watched, a bird of nondescript size and nondescript plumage flew overhead. No longer a seagull, it was some sort of forest bird, a little smaller than a crow but larger that the sparrows that pecked at eaves and bugs.
It was just flying. A flying bird. A little shadow on the ground that was there, and then gone.
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Niko Cloverhoof
New
Lookin' for trouble!
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: 21
Physical Description: This playful satyr seems to be of rather average height, quite shorter than the strong men of the human realms standing at 5'5'' tall. His body is that of a young man, though his thighs begin growing thick fur, ending in goat legs replacing his human ones, which along with his horned head, make his species quite apparent.
Though quite fit, and decently hairy, he doesn't seem to favor masculine features that much as he seems to prefer a more easy-going and youthful demeanor.
Clothes and Equipment: Certainly no warrior, this adventurous satyr travels the world with little less than the revealing clothes on him and his beloved necklace. When required, he wears thick fur capes to shield his soft skin from the cold. He seems to travel without much at all on his back other than his trusty violin.
Player's online availability : From noon to late late night! (US time)
Registered: Oct 6, 2017 10:57:19 GMT -8
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Post by Niko Cloverhoof on Oct 6, 2017 12:37:21 GMT -8
"Oi! It's people and stuff!" The young satyr would be celebrating to himself as he ran towards the gates, more than likely stopping at the harsh look of the guards that'd cause him to try and straighten up for a minute. Minute that doesn't even end before the goatman seems to swagger forward with unnatural confidence as he fingerguns at the guards with a huge grin, "Greetings, my metallic friends, I come in peace and was told this was the best place in the realm for a starting out bard like myself to explore. If you'd be so kind of informing me on the protocols to enter this fine city I will be more than eager to collaborate." He winks, leaning on one of them.
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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 Oct 6, 2017 13:26:07 GMT -8
The guards return Niko Cloverhoof's look with two of their own. They seem less than amused. The guard being leaned on gives Niko a foul look but doesn't move. "Yeah, well..." the other guard begins, "d'ya have any strong magic? You a troublemaker?"
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Niko Cloverhoof
New
Lookin' for trouble!
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: 21
Physical Description: This playful satyr seems to be of rather average height, quite shorter than the strong men of the human realms standing at 5'5'' tall. His body is that of a young man, though his thighs begin growing thick fur, ending in goat legs replacing his human ones, which along with his horned head, make his species quite apparent.
Though quite fit, and decently hairy, he doesn't seem to favor masculine features that much as he seems to prefer a more easy-going and youthful demeanor.
Clothes and Equipment: Certainly no warrior, this adventurous satyr travels the world with little less than the revealing clothes on him and his beloved necklace. When required, he wears thick fur capes to shield his soft skin from the cold. He seems to travel without much at all on his back other than his trusty violin.
Player's online availability : From noon to late late night! (US time)
Registered: Oct 6, 2017 10:57:19 GMT -8
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Post by Niko Cloverhoof on Oct 6, 2017 13:36:43 GMT -8
Niko perks his head up in acted shock, "Trouble?" He scoffs, "Of course not!" He lies his ass off, "As for magic, I probably wouldn't be here if I'd done well on my magical studies." He says, reminiscent, looking at his nails, "I'm no better than a stage magician. I'm completely harmless, I promise ya! You could rob me naked right now and most I could do is cry and beg." He smirks, "But that's why brave, strong men like you are around, ain't it?" He says, tilting his head a little as he rests it on one of his fists, giving them the most innocent look he could achieve.
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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 Oct 6, 2017 13:49:50 GMT -8
The guards listen absently. "Mmhmh." Humor is evidently above their pay grade.
The guard that spoke initially jerks his thumb over his shoulder, toward the city. "Then have at it and cause no trouble."
There exist no further restrictions to enter the city.
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Dorman Bovar
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 18:25:30 GMT -8
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Post by Dorman Bovar on Oct 15, 2017 4:59:27 GMT -8
After having docked Dorman and two of his Varan guards would approach the city of Isra, passing through the gates and complying with any local regulations. They wanted to see Madame Naoki to discuss the loan, or at least someone who had the authority.
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Reese Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 23
Physical Description: Tall, blond, dresses classy.
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 20:45:55 GMT -8
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Post by Reese Fletcher on Mar 7, 2018 23:14:08 GMT -8
Reese sighed as the carriage stopped at the city gates, “Traveling on the road is so tiresome, don't you agree? If only we could just pop from one place to another.” The journey from Port Silverion to Isra had tired the french aristocrat. He looked forward to finding a bed at a nice inn to return to after a long libation.
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