Bærnet Leonas
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Registered: Apr 16, 2018 15:52:51 GMT -8
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Post by Bærnet Leonas on Apr 16, 2018 17:15:48 GMT -8
A young man around the age of 17 came from the West. He sat on the back of a black horse with a white face that almost looked like the horse had nothing but a skull and no skin. Behind him was a few more horses with a similar face but different colored bodies. None tried to jerk or pull, all following him like a ducklings following their mother. Typically most travellers had weapons of some kind, but all he seemed to carry was a sickle and a chain. The young man didn't even wear a shirt, much less any armor. It was obvious he wasn't of a high class family or military, as he looked like what he was, a farmer. Today was his big day, as he had never seen a city, especially one the size of Isra. He stared at the fortifications with a huge smile on his face as he approached, eager to see what Isra was really like beyond their walls. At the gate he'd see a guard and wave at him, "Heyo my good sir! Have I reached Isra or am I just dreaming again?"
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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 May 30, 2018 8:12:49 GMT -8
The guard’s eyes flick between the thin sheet of parchment, the aforementioned dolls and perfumes, and the very interesting individual standing before him. They certainly do get all sorts here in Isra.
However, the guard sees no obvious reason to deny the fabulous man entry. Handing the parchment back, he says, “Cause no trouble, mind local tax laws,” and waves him along.
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Ruelle/Amorosella Vallentina
New
don't mind the worthless piece of trash in the corner.
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 18
Player's online availability : Always
Registered: May 30, 2018 1:11:32 GMT -8
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Post by Ruelle/Amorosella Vallentina on Jun 1, 2018 0:48:42 GMT -8
"No one believes in a pointless future-"
"I want to feel it poignantly until the day I die."
"This "treasure" of mine is so trivial-"
"It can't be, it can't be. I'm on that dried up, irregular course yet again."
"...Hey-"
"What are we going to do?"
An unspoken conversation between two brothers with exchanged sideways glances to advocate some sense of justice and adverse reaction when there wasn't anything present, to break a silence that was only self caused until the one on stage left had to open his mouth. "Amorosella." Both boys looked alike; dark hair, pale skin, and deeply sunken in eyes.
"Ruelle."
"Hold my hand?" He asked, presenting the stationary guards with a scarlet letter. They had to get in for research purposes, and it was all in writing; black ink in a sealed envelope.
"No, I don't think so."
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Oobie Doobie
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 6 years
Physical Description: Kobold with green scales
Clothes and Equipment: His ability is physically manifested as a golden claw around his righthand index finger. He wears a shroud of darkness which can allow him to hide in the shadows.
Registered: Mar 29, 2017 14:39:15 GMT -8
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Post by Oobie Doobie on Jul 23, 2018 21:11:58 GMT -8
After his journey through the desert and descending from Mount Grim, Oobie had lost many minions. He was still unaware of the destruction of the Hunting Legion Raiding Camp and was planning to return to the camp after this errand.
While he was going to the city his remaining minions would stay in the woods and rest. They could recover from their wounds and take stock of some of the loot they got from the crystalline cavern. In his bag of holding Oobie was carrying some valuable items and gold which he planned to trade with to get some equipment for his men.
The young kobold had cleaned up and headed for the entrance to the city, approaching a guard to ask for directions. "Excuse me sir. I've never been here before and I have a delivery to make, If I remember right I'm looking for a place called St. James Clothery."
He spoke well for a Kobold and was a polite seeming youth.
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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 25, 2018 11:21:01 GMT -8
“St. James... Clothery?” The name is unfamiliar to the guard. He turns to his partner, he just shrugs.
“Sounds fancy, try the inner city.” Gesturing down the boulevard, he explains, “This road runs straight into the city, just keep walking ‘till you start seein’ polished armor.” The guards share a rueful chuckle, referring to wealth disparity within the Guard.
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Sir Muffinton
Established
~~ Gentleman Dapper Cat ~~
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 4 (Equals to 26 in human years)
Physical Description: Sir Muffinton used to be a normal cat, until the day that Bagugu Crowe, a witch doctor, decided to experiment with him.
Through the experiment, Muffinton found his sentience and soon learned how to talk, walk and overall be a very dapper fellow.
Registered: Aug 22, 2017 10:57:45 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Muffinton on Jul 26, 2018 7:25:37 GMT -8
Word of a possible suitor for the isran Empress had reached far and wide and since Muffinton's ears were always ready to listen around him. Muffinton was a cat who knew what he wanted and more then anything wealth was on his list. He wanted to live a luxurious life with a beautiful human lady at his side and this call sounded right up his ally. And even if he did not enjoy the life that was offered to him the role of being the isran suitor would open up a world of possibilities for him. he would be able to find many more treasured herbs without even blinking an eye. If the Emperess fortune wasn't in his claws after they got together, he would be sure to be able to make his own money without even trying hard.
So he had paid his place on a cart to take him to the big city. The cart was full of fresh produce that would be sold in the city and with that he would be able to make his way to the citadel. He was sure his charming looks would please the lady. And even if he did it, he had learned a thing or two about pleasing the human ladies in his time.
When they reached the gates he got out of the carriage and walked up to one of the guards with his small cane holding him upstanding. "A good day to you my Sir! Word had reached me that the Emperess is looking for a suitor. My name is Sir Muffinton and I am here to present myself. You might find me an unexpected candidate, but I remember the message explicitly mentioning that anyone would have a change to present themselves." He showed a gentle smirk and would wait for a reply.
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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 28, 2018 18:49:41 GMT -8
Word of a possible suitor for the isran Empress had reached far and wide and since Muffinton's ears were always ready to listen around him. Muffinton was a cat who knew what he wanted and more then anything wealth was on his list. He wanted to live a luxurious life with a beautiful human lady at his side and this call sounded right up his ally. And even if he did not enjoy the life that was offered to him the role of being the isran suitor would open up a world of possibilities for him. he would be able to find many more treasured herbs without even blinking an eye. If the Emperess fortune wasn't in his claws after they got together, he would be sure to be able to make his own money without even trying hard. So he had paid his place on a cart to take him to the big city. The cart was full of fresh produce that would be sold in the city and with that he would be able to make his way to the citadel. He was sure his charming looks would please the lady. And even if he did it, he had learned a thing or two about pleasing the human ladies in his time. When they reached the gates he got out of the carriage and walked up to one of the guards with his small cane holding him upstanding. "A good day to you my Sir! Word had reached me that the Emperess is looking for a suitor. My name is Sir Muffinton and I am here to present myself. You might find me an unexpected candidate, but I remember the message explicitly mentioning that anyone would have a change to present themselves." He showed a gentle smirk and would wait for a reply. The guard closest to Sir Muffington cannot help but smirk slightly. Now, here is a suitable suitor for The Empress. A cat in the literal sense, complete with top hat. “You’ll want to go The Citadel, sir,” he says, gesturing. “They’re accepting suitors there.”
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Sir Muffinton
Established
~~ Gentleman Dapper Cat ~~
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 4 (Equals to 26 in human years)
Physical Description: Sir Muffinton used to be a normal cat, until the day that Bagugu Crowe, a witch doctor, decided to experiment with him.
Through the experiment, Muffinton found his sentience and soon learned how to talk, walk and overall be a very dapper fellow.
Registered: Aug 22, 2017 10:57:45 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Muffinton on Jul 29, 2018 8:44:36 GMT -8
"I thank you kindly, my good sir!" he said. He took off his hat and held it to his torso as he bowed down to the guard. He then turned around, placed his hat back on top of his head and walked back to the cart. With a gentle leap, he was back and told the owner of the cart he was ready to go. He knew the cart would bring him to the inner parts of the city. Surely his small feet would carry him to the citadel from there.
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Luna Wakefield
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 11
Physical Description: Standing at 4'9 and supporting flowing white hair is the fair and glowing: Luna Wakefield. While Luna is no doubt a very young lady, her features can no doubt be called even younger, gaining her no compassion in the eyes of others.
While Luna has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised and bewildered with much of what happens around her, it's clear that she is something...different. Her skin is an unearthly sheen of blue and white, and her eyes an icy blue. Though if one to touch her skin, they would find it cool to the touch, almost like snow; but otherwise soft and unvarnished.
Clothes and Equipment: Twisting around Lunas body is a simple blue green dress, rough linen to the touch. Pinned to it is -what one can only assume- a steel pendant, shaped as a circle with two points protruding from opposite sides. Underneath lies a sprawling mass of silk, that forms the comfortable layer of her clothing. Holding this mass of clothing away from the grasps of gravity is a worn leather belt, crinkled and varnished with age. Her feet are unadorned as Luna prefers it this way. Encircling her unblemished neck is an amulet, attached to a small leather string.
Registered: Aug 23, 2018 18:17:36 GMT -8
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Post by Luna Wakefield on Aug 24, 2018 19:43:57 GMT -8
Many, if not everyone would be surprised to see a small girl walk up to the gate timidly. No adult is within sight, but most mysterious is her fair blue skin and snowy white hair. But if one of magical significance were to look closer, they would see an unbelievable amount of raw power radiating of her; a pot of water, boiling over. But at her age, it was near impossible to control the amount of power present. She looked up at the guards, an innocent look splayed across her face, and a blush nimbly dancing across her azure cheeks.
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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 Aug 25, 2018 21:19:59 GMT -8
The guardsmen standing around the gate have little to offer on the arrival of this little blue girl. Although they may have never seen a blue little girl before, they’ve seen blue people, and they’ve seen little girls. The combination, while techncially new, doesn’t inspire wonder in these guards. Isn’t even the strangest thing they’ve seen today.
However, The Enclave Magi sitting up in the Western Guard Tower is more interested in Isra’s newest visitor. Their job is to watch over the gate and raise the alarm if, with their sensitivity to magic, they see something objectionable.
And this certainly seems objectionable. Peering out an arrow slit, they see her: a little blue girl, absolutely oozing magic, like nothing they’ve ever seen. Most of what they see stationed here is amateur pyromancers, potion smugglers, and backyard necromancers. This is something else entirely. Without waiting a moment more, they reach over and ring their little bell.
ringa-ting-ting-ting-ting...
The sound of the bell causes the guards to exchange looks between themselves. That bell-ringing sounds pretty intense; something’s up, but they don’t know what.
“Welcome to Isra, The Free City,” one pipes up helpfully. The rest stand uneasily at their posts.
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Luna Wakefield
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 11
Physical Description: Standing at 4'9 and supporting flowing white hair is the fair and glowing: Luna Wakefield. While Luna is no doubt a very young lady, her features can no doubt be called even younger, gaining her no compassion in the eyes of others.
While Luna has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised and bewildered with much of what happens around her, it's clear that she is something...different. Her skin is an unearthly sheen of blue and white, and her eyes an icy blue. Though if one to touch her skin, they would find it cool to the touch, almost like snow; but otherwise soft and unvarnished.
Clothes and Equipment: Twisting around Lunas body is a simple blue green dress, rough linen to the touch. Pinned to it is -what one can only assume- a steel pendant, shaped as a circle with two points protruding from opposite sides. Underneath lies a sprawling mass of silk, that forms the comfortable layer of her clothing. Holding this mass of clothing away from the grasps of gravity is a worn leather belt, crinkled and varnished with age. Her feet are unadorned as Luna prefers it this way. Encircling her unblemished neck is an amulet, attached to a small leather string.
Registered: Aug 23, 2018 18:17:36 GMT -8
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Post by Luna Wakefield on Aug 26, 2018 8:09:10 GMT -8
Luna's icy eyes shyly meet those of the guard who spoke. "I'm looking for the Empress...do you know where I can find her?" Her small voice barely reaches the ears of the guards above. But Luna continues to seep magic in mind boggling amounts, and it shows no sign of stopping. The power just keeps coming.
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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 Aug 26, 2018 19:48:14 GMT -8
Luna's icy eyes shyly meet those of the guard who spoke. "I'm looking for the Empress...do you know where I can find her?" Her small voice barely reaches the ears of the guards above. But Luna continues to seep magic in mind boggling amounts, and it shows no sign of stopping. The power just keeps coming. The guards exchange another round of looks. The same guard who piped up before steps forward, and gestures through the gate, down the road. “Follow this road straight until you reach the plaza, then, the big castle on your left is The Citadel. The Empress is in there.” Some of the others glare at him. They don’t quite know what’s going on, but there could be some sort of issue here. Still, there isn’t any reason for them to deny the girl entry, so the gate stands open before her.
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Luna Wakefield
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 11
Physical Description: Standing at 4'9 and supporting flowing white hair is the fair and glowing: Luna Wakefield. While Luna is no doubt a very young lady, her features can no doubt be called even younger, gaining her no compassion in the eyes of others.
While Luna has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised and bewildered with much of what happens around her, it's clear that she is something...different. Her skin is an unearthly sheen of blue and white, and her eyes an icy blue. Though if one to touch her skin, they would find it cool to the touch, almost like snow; but otherwise soft and unvarnished.
Clothes and Equipment: Twisting around Lunas body is a simple blue green dress, rough linen to the touch. Pinned to it is -what one can only assume- a steel pendant, shaped as a circle with two points protruding from opposite sides. Underneath lies a sprawling mass of silk, that forms the comfortable layer of her clothing. Holding this mass of clothing away from the grasps of gravity is a worn leather belt, crinkled and varnished with age. Her feet are unadorned as Luna prefers it this way. Encircling her unblemished neck is an amulet, attached to a small leather string.
Registered: Aug 23, 2018 18:17:36 GMT -8
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Post by Luna Wakefield on Aug 27, 2018 6:57:41 GMT -8
Luna visibly hesitated, before quietly stepping into the grand city. Her eyes danced around, taking in everything she saw. Whether it be a wagon, a noble, or even a shop, Luna's eyes saw it all. Ahead she would see the Citadel, her final destination.
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Nika
New
The World's Worst Mage
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: 23
Physical Description: She has a miscast permanent invisibility ward that's stuck to part of her skull making the skull and hair invisible there leaving the eye and brain visible. She then has a permanent cold mist at her feet which leaves a path of frozen moisture in the air when she walks. She has brown hair and blue eyes with a pale Caucasian skin. Her pants constantly are muddy at the bottom and no amount of cleaning will get it to go away. One of her hands is constantly emitting smoke for some reason.
Clothes and Equipment: Cloak of Durability - Absorbs kinetic energy and is flame proof.
Patch of Healing- Found from an old medic kit, this healing patch is on her side covering a hole in her shirt caused by a miscast flame spell. The patch heals all her wounds in seconds and also cleans her by teleporting dust and grime away.
Staff of Casting- A slightly fraying casting staff that allows for spells to be cast quickly. It has a permanent flame effect on it.
Patch of Changing- Picked up off an old clown suit this patch changes the color of the users clothing. The only thing it doesn't effect is the white and red Patch of Healing.
Aura of Shielding- Gives protection from magical attacks that are by accident, but not ones that are actually meant to harm her.
The right sleeve of her shirt constantly stretches and has tears in it which no amount of mending will fix.
Registered: Apr 30, 2018 8:45:02 GMT -8
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Post by Nika on Oct 12, 2018 17:27:13 GMT -8
A skipping wizardress reaches the gate looking exhausted. She leans on her bristly glowing staff to stabilize herself, "Whew! Man, that took a while...uh...hey guards!" She gives a small yell with this and looks at them. Looking at her they see that a third of her skull and skin is invisible revealing her brain. Her left eye is also invisible replaced by a glowing plain circle, looking down at her clothes they should see that she's wearing pitch patched clothing with a tattered cloak on her back. A chunk of her shirt has been ripped off and replaced with a square red sheet with a white cross on it. Her shoes are obscured by this cloud of dust at her feet, and one of her sleeves appears to be admitting a strange chilly gas and has a bunch of slashes on it.
"Can I come in? Uh, I heard there was an opening at the Citadel for peeps like me you see...uh...yea..."
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Lord Arthur Perceval
Established
Governor and Commander of the East Isran Trading Company
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 40
Physical Description: Arthur is a good enough looking man, being born of noble blood in the Isran Empire. He is six foot flat and weighs in around one hundred and fifty pounds. His hair is black and curly, cut neat and kept tidy. He has no facial hair. The colors of his eyes are a deep blue, much like the sea.
From his time in the Navy, his body is cut lean and mean.
Clothes and Equipment:
The clothes upon his back are cut from the finest cloths in the Isran tailoring district, thanks to the bullion garnered from the expansive East Isran Trading Company has garnered him. An enchanted saber hangs from his left hip.
Allegiances: Isran Empire, East Isran Company
Player's online availability : Fridays, Weekends
Registered: Oct 12, 2018 19:19:12 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Arthur Perceval on Oct 13, 2018 12:02:07 GMT -8
Lord Arthur Perceval didn't deign to walk all the way from Port Silverion to the Eastern gate of Isra, the journey was made by way of horses gallop, speeding across the paths cut into the ground with his escort. Upon sighting the fortifications, they slowed their horses to a neat trot, keeping a quick pace as they moved forward. Two guardsmen had accompanied him, both sporting the company's sigil on their breastplate. It would have been clear the Company had come.
As they approached the first set of guards, Arthur opened a satchel hanging from his saddle, pulling from inside papers identifying him. He touched the top of his head with his right hand, two fingers extended in a salute, the other having a loose hold on the reigns.
"Good morning, ain't it, lads?" Perceval smiled from upon his saddle, down at the guards.
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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 13, 2018 15:01:40 GMT -8
Lord Arthur Perceval didn't deign to walk all the way from Port Silverion to the Eastern gate of Isra, the journey was made by way of horses gallop, speeding across the paths cut into the ground with his escort. Upon sighting the fortifications, they slowed their horses to a neat trot, keeping a quick pace as they moved forward. Two guardsmen had accompanied him, both sporting the company's sigil on their breastplate. It would have been clear the Company had come. As they approached the first set of guards, Arthur opened a satchel hanging from his saddle, pulling from inside papers identifying him. He touched the top of his head with his right hand, two fingers extended in a salute, the other having a loose hold on the reigns. "Good morning, ain't it, lads?" Perceval smiled from upon his saddle, down at the guards. “Aye, sir,” responds the guard as he accepts the paperwork. He gives it a brief glance-over as his partner takes a cursory look at the party. Neither of them sees anything to suggest something is amiss, so the paperwork is promptly returned, and Percival is waved on his way. “N’joy your day, sir.”
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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 13, 2018 15:07:36 GMT -8
A skipping wizardress reaches the gate looking exhausted. She leans on her bristly glowing staff to stabilize herself, "Whew! Man, that took a while...uh...hey guards!" She gives a small yell with this and looks at them. Looking at her they see that a third of her skull and skin is invisible revealing her brain. Her left eye is also invisible replaced by a glowing plain circle, looking down at her clothes they should see that she's wearing pitch patched clothing with a tattered cloak on her back. A chunk of her shirt has been ripped off and replaced with a square red sheet with a white cross on it. Her shoes are obscured by this cloud of dust at her feet, and one of her sleeves appears to be admitting a strange chilly gas and has a bunch of slashes on it. "Can I come in? Uh, I heard there was an opening at the Citadel for peeps like me you see...uh...yea..." At the arrival of Isra’s latest visitor, the guards exchange glances. This is the strangest thing they’ve seen today, and somehow, this figure does not seem particularly safe, per se. “Individuals like whot?” questions one guard. “State your name and intentions.”
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Lord Arthur Perceval
Established
Governor and Commander of the East Isran Trading Company
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 40
Physical Description: Arthur is a good enough looking man, being born of noble blood in the Isran Empire. He is six foot flat and weighs in around one hundred and fifty pounds. His hair is black and curly, cut neat and kept tidy. He has no facial hair. The colors of his eyes are a deep blue, much like the sea.
From his time in the Navy, his body is cut lean and mean.
Clothes and Equipment:
The clothes upon his back are cut from the finest cloths in the Isran tailoring district, thanks to the bullion garnered from the expansive East Isran Trading Company has garnered him. An enchanted saber hangs from his left hip.
Allegiances: Isran Empire, East Isran Company
Player's online availability : Fridays, Weekends
Registered: Oct 12, 2018 19:19:12 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Arthur Perceval on Oct 13, 2018 15:50:29 GMT -8
"And you too, sirs." Arthur folded the paper back into his satchel bag, spurring his horse with a light kick to the flanks to continue on into the city proper. His escort followed suit, staying within protective distance.
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Nika
New
The World's Worst Mage
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: 23
Physical Description: She has a miscast permanent invisibility ward that's stuck to part of her skull making the skull and hair invisible there leaving the eye and brain visible. She then has a permanent cold mist at her feet which leaves a path of frozen moisture in the air when she walks. She has brown hair and blue eyes with a pale Caucasian skin. Her pants constantly are muddy at the bottom and no amount of cleaning will get it to go away. One of her hands is constantly emitting smoke for some reason.
Clothes and Equipment: Cloak of Durability - Absorbs kinetic energy and is flame proof.
Patch of Healing- Found from an old medic kit, this healing patch is on her side covering a hole in her shirt caused by a miscast flame spell. The patch heals all her wounds in seconds and also cleans her by teleporting dust and grime away.
Staff of Casting- A slightly fraying casting staff that allows for spells to be cast quickly. It has a permanent flame effect on it.
Patch of Changing- Picked up off an old clown suit this patch changes the color of the users clothing. The only thing it doesn't effect is the white and red Patch of Healing.
Aura of Shielding- Gives protection from magical attacks that are by accident, but not ones that are actually meant to harm her.
The right sleeve of her shirt constantly stretches and has tears in it which no amount of mending will fix.
Registered: Apr 30, 2018 8:45:02 GMT -8
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Post by Nika on Oct 14, 2018 16:39:54 GMT -8
A skipping wizardress reaches the gate looking exhausted. She leans on her bristly glowing staff to stabilize herself, "Whew! Man, that took a while...uh...hey guards!" She gives a small yell with this and looks at them. Looking at her they see that a third of her skull and skin is invisible revealing her brain. Her left eye is also invisible replaced by a glowing plain circle, looking down at her clothes they should see that she's wearing pitch patched clothing with a tattered cloak on her back. A chunk of her shirt has been ripped off and replaced with a square red sheet with a white cross on it. Her shoes are obscured by this cloud of dust at her feet, and one of her sleeves appears to be admitting a strange chilly gas and has a bunch of slashes on it. "Can I come in? Uh, I heard there was an opening at the Citadel for peeps like me you see...uh...yea..." At the arrival of Isra’s latest visitor, the guards exchange glances. This is the strangest thing they’ve seen today, and somehow, this figure does not seem particularly safe, per se. “Individuals like whot?” questions one guard. “State your name and intentions.” Nika blinks and straightens herself in a flurry, "Uh, yea, my name. Nika, my name is Nika. I heard somethin' in an inn a while back about Isra hiring and teaching wizardressess and the like. So that's why I'm here! To uh, train and be hired...I look a mite odd don't I?"
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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 15, 2018 11:29:14 GMT -8
Nika blinks and straightens herself in a flurry, "Uh, yea, my name. Nika, my name is Nika. I heard somethin' in an inn a while back about Isra hiring and teaching wizardressess and the like. So that's why I'm here! To uh, train and be hired...I look a mite odd don't I?" The guards offer no comment; they’ve learned not to make snide remarks about magic users—especially the funny-looking ones. “You’d want to inquire about that at The Citadel,” one says. “Follow this road straight until you see it. You won’t miss it.”
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