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 15, 2018 11:32:24 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.” "Thanks a ton!" She enters the gate leaving behind a trail of frozen ice for a minute. She then looks around and moves straight forward to her destination.
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Emma Viridian
New
Sick of Heart
Roleplay posts: 1
Age: 20+
Physical Description: They Say:
- Her body will draw attention, but only from the people she desires
- If she touches you, that means she's chosen you
Clothes and Equipment: They Say:
- She wears clothes to suit fashions that they favour far away
- If she can't decide between two outfits, she will give them both away to get a new one
Allegiances: They Say: she has them but who knows who?
Player's online availability : A mystery
Registered: Aug 27, 2018 7:35:27 GMT -8
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Post by Emma Viridian on Jan 2, 2019 14:17:53 GMT -8
Such a grand city. Such a grand amount of life in her streets. Like sprinkles on a cake.
Emma smiled brightly at the nice guard on the gate and said hello and thank you for your service and would she be able to find a place to for herself here.
Do you have a girlfriend? Are you really so sure?
He is. Farewell.
Emma strode a little ways on the main street leading towards the main plaza. Then she felt a shiver on her back. She needed to disappear. Emma slipped to a side alley and panted against a wall. She opened a leather pouch she kept inside her shoulder bag. With two fingers she gouged out a moist, squirming little earthworm.
Emma bit the worm in half and its juices (juices!) sprayed on her lips and face. It convulsed, but didn’t scream.
That’s what Emma liked about earthworms.
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Barran
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 16
Physical Description: Slender, on the short side, relatively frail. Wavy brown hair, green eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears nice royal blue robes and carries around a satchel of medicinal herbs and potions. He has a dagger for self-defense, and a little pet wind-up toy named Charles.
Allegiances: Charles, his clockwork pet; Vessia, his homeland.
Player's online availability : Most evenings
Registered: May 31, 2019 6:24:30 GMT -8
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Post by Barran on May 31, 2019 8:32:50 GMT -8
A fair-skinned boy tentatively walked toward the gates, looking around in a mixture of fear and awe at the guards protecting them. He'd heard about Isran's reputation as a city for those who had nowhere to go, and that fit him to a T... but maybe that reputation was undeserved. He at least hoped they would be friendlier to magic-users here, although he got the feeling he should be ready to run at a moment's notice.
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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 31, 2019 10:34:14 GMT -8
Just as the boy is passing under the portcullis, a whining hum begins to sound from what seems to be a small box overhead. This immediately attracts the attention of every single guard present.
Guards around the gate collectively gesture for everyone underneath to exit. This includes a woman with a large hat and a basket of flowers, a tired soldier carrying a centurion’s helmet, and the boy — all of them to enter the city.
The centurion raises one hand in mock surrender and turns on his heel. The woman is confused and alarmed but comes along easily when nudged. Two guards approach the boy and gesture for him to move, pointing back in the direction he came.
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Barran
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 16
Physical Description: Slender, on the short side, relatively frail. Wavy brown hair, green eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears nice royal blue robes and carries around a satchel of medicinal herbs and potions. He has a dagger for self-defense, and a little pet wind-up toy named Charles.
Allegiances: Charles, his clockwork pet; Vessia, his homeland.
Player's online availability : Most evenings
Registered: May 31, 2019 6:24:30 GMT -8
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Post by Barran on May 31, 2019 10:43:02 GMT -8
Barran does so, stepping back nervously. Some sort of alarm? Could HE be the cause? Those others don't seem suspicious. But he needs to get inside here; he can't last much longer without a roof over his head. He turns to one of the guards, a little nervously. "Um... what's that alarm for?" He asks, his grip tightening just a little around his satchel.
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Post by The Free States of Isra on May 31, 2019 11:04:41 GMT -8
The Guards stepped forward, another pair keeping a close eye on the situation but no one appears to be drawing any weapons as of yet.
"Sir, do you have any magical items on your person?" Asked the left guard, a rather large half-orc. His companion, a relatively normal-sized human, kept his hand on his sword but otherwise said nothing.
"I need you to be honest with me, because we will check."
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Barran
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 16
Physical Description: Slender, on the short side, relatively frail. Wavy brown hair, green eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears nice royal blue robes and carries around a satchel of medicinal herbs and potions. He has a dagger for self-defense, and a little pet wind-up toy named Charles.
Allegiances: Charles, his clockwork pet; Vessia, his homeland.
Player's online availability : Most evenings
Registered: May 31, 2019 6:24:30 GMT -8
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Post by Barran on May 31, 2019 11:15:23 GMT -8
"M-magical?" Barran asked, casting his eyes down to his satchel. "Er, I have a few herbs with magical attributes... and a book ABOUT magic, although I don't think it has any magic itself? And... oh! Charles!" The boy pulled out a little clockwork figurine, who gave a friendly wave to the guards. "Charles is my... I guess you could call him my assistant? He's magic, too!"
So, the gate could detect magic, then? Maybe he could get past this without incident after all. Although, an alarm system for any type of magic seemed a tad... extreme.
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Post by The Free States of Isra on May 31, 2019 11:28:45 GMT -8
The half-orc looked at his partner with a serious gaze as Charles was pulled out.
"What...oh, seems friendly enough. Did you make him yourself?" He inquired, waving away the other guards. The situation seemed defused now, his partner dropping his hand from the sword, now looking on with more curiosity than anything else.
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Barran
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 16
Physical Description: Slender, on the short side, relatively frail. Wavy brown hair, green eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears nice royal blue robes and carries around a satchel of medicinal herbs and potions. He has a dagger for self-defense, and a little pet wind-up toy named Charles.
Allegiances: Charles, his clockwork pet; Vessia, his homeland.
Player's online availability : Most evenings
Registered: May 31, 2019 6:24:30 GMT -8
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Post by Barran on May 31, 2019 11:31:57 GMT -8
Thank goodness. The guards seemed satisfied. "Yeah, I did!" Barran said, proudly petting his creation. "Took a lot of study and hard work, I'll tell you what! He held out his hand, and Charles walked down it to the half-orc guard. "Wanna hold him? He's totally harmless!"
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Post by The Free States of Isra on Jun 4, 2019 6:01:08 GMT -8
"Yeah? Yeah that would be cool!" He said, almost as excited as a small child.
The guard allowed Charlie to walk on his arm, admiring the craftsmanship that went into constructing him.
"You should consider opening a store and selling these. The kids in Isra would go nuts for them."
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Kejar Lons Hallaltsan
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Kejar is by no means large or small, he is but of an average height and has a lean body. He travels by wagon frequently, carrying goods from place to place in order to make a profit, because of this he is used to carrying awkward and heavy merchandise.
Kejar has two pointed ears and short light brown hair. His skin is lightly tanned, and he has emerald green eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Kejar wears a a single colored medium tan button-up shirt, that he often rolls up the sleeves on. He wears grey trousers and will roll them up to below his knees, during hot and humid weather.
Kejar by occupation is a travelling merchant and so he uses a small wagon to carry his wares from town to town, even camping temporarily by roadside when night falls. Therefore, he regularly has camping supplies stored on his wagon, such as a shovel and a small hatchet to collect firewood. He keeps wares in wooden crates and a few barrels, depending of the respective ware. He has a money patch hooked onto his brown leather belt. For defense he carries a hunting knife and a medium weight sword, similar to that of a rapier called a “sidesword”.
Allegiances: Mainly to himself
Player's online availability : This is always in flux
Registered: Jul 27, 2019 11:02:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kejar Lons Hallaltsan on Sept 7, 2019 19:53:21 GMT -8
Kejar took his wagon to the City's western gate. He and Xissk had come from Port Silverion and followed the road leading to Isra, the Capital of the Isran Empire. It was Kejar's hope that he would sell the rest of his stock and that he might find a way to get rid of his wagon. His next plan was to sail in search for a man. This man went by one of two names; Raimund Leitner or Raimund O' Murchadha. Why he was searching for this man? Perhaps that answer was all to simple. He wants to help the girl he met. He is partly worried for her, if someone... like that man, were to find her, then.... Kejar shakes his head, it's time he moved forward and forget his honorless past.
The merchant neared the western gate and was roughly ten yards from the gate.
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Xissk
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 17
Physical Description: Short and stout. Xissk has a short, round face with orang eyes and olive-green scales. He has three talons on the end of each of his feet and hands.
Clothes and Equipment: Xissk wears a black tunic and a white and grey cloak in the design of bird's wings. He carries two katanas and has a walking stick that separates into a three-section staff.
He also wields shurikens.
Registered: Jun 27, 2019 8:22:35 GMT -8
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Post by Xissk on Sept 8, 2019 9:57:42 GMT -8
Xissk, hood over his scaly head, peeked out of the back of the wagon at the gate. He relaxed as he didn't spot the tall cone-shaped helms of the Decaying Knights. "I think we're clear." He told Kejar. "But we should still tread with caution. The Knights are a huge organization and the word could have spread. I can only hope that there are a select few that know of my existence." He shuddered and adjusted his cloak, before retreating into the dim interior of the wagon.
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Kejar Lons Hallaltsan
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Kejar is by no means large or small, he is but of an average height and has a lean body. He travels by wagon frequently, carrying goods from place to place in order to make a profit, because of this he is used to carrying awkward and heavy merchandise.
Kejar has two pointed ears and short light brown hair. His skin is lightly tanned, and he has emerald green eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Kejar wears a a single colored medium tan button-up shirt, that he often rolls up the sleeves on. He wears grey trousers and will roll them up to below his knees, during hot and humid weather.
Kejar by occupation is a travelling merchant and so he uses a small wagon to carry his wares from town to town, even camping temporarily by roadside when night falls. Therefore, he regularly has camping supplies stored on his wagon, such as a shovel and a small hatchet to collect firewood. He keeps wares in wooden crates and a few barrels, depending of the respective ware. He has a money patch hooked onto his brown leather belt. For defense he carries a hunting knife and a medium weight sword, similar to that of a rapier called a “sidesword”.
Allegiances: Mainly to himself
Player's online availability : This is always in flux
Registered: Jul 27, 2019 11:02:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kejar Lons Hallaltsan on Sept 12, 2019 8:13:15 GMT -8
Kejar nods, "It does see, that way." Kejar listens as his wagon continues to move forward. He stops and sighs before finally entering the city. He comments, "Would you mind telling me why they are after you in the first place?" He asked the question as more of a conversation starter and he was partly curious. However, another thing seemed to be on his mind, while he responded to Xissk, his eyes seemed more less to be focused on something else. The Merchant took his wagon and waited for it to be inspected.
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Xissk
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 17
Physical Description: Short and stout. Xissk has a short, round face with orang eyes and olive-green scales. He has three talons on the end of each of his feet and hands.
Clothes and Equipment: Xissk wears a black tunic and a white and grey cloak in the design of bird's wings. He carries two katanas and has a walking stick that separates into a three-section staff.
He also wields shurikens.
Registered: Jun 27, 2019 8:22:35 GMT -8
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Post by Xissk on Sept 12, 2019 15:05:06 GMT -8
"Apparently my parents offended them... or at least my dad did. And my mum died trying to defend him." Xissk sniffed, and Kejar might be able to hear him quietly crying. "And now they want me." He sniffled.
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Kejar Lons Hallaltsan
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Kejar is by no means large or small, he is but of an average height and has a lean body. He travels by wagon frequently, carrying goods from place to place in order to make a profit, because of this he is used to carrying awkward and heavy merchandise.
Kejar has two pointed ears and short light brown hair. His skin is lightly tanned, and he has emerald green eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Kejar wears a a single colored medium tan button-up shirt, that he often rolls up the sleeves on. He wears grey trousers and will roll them up to below his knees, during hot and humid weather.
Kejar by occupation is a travelling merchant and so he uses a small wagon to carry his wares from town to town, even camping temporarily by roadside when night falls. Therefore, he regularly has camping supplies stored on his wagon, such as a shovel and a small hatchet to collect firewood. He keeps wares in wooden crates and a few barrels, depending of the respective ware. He has a money patch hooked onto his brown leather belt. For defense he carries a hunting knife and a medium weight sword, similar to that of a rapier called a “sidesword”.
Allegiances: Mainly to himself
Player's online availability : This is always in flux
Registered: Jul 27, 2019 11:02:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kejar Lons Hallaltsan on Sept 19, 2019 17:05:53 GMT -8
Kejar nods as he listens. He waits for the guardsmen to finish inspecting their luggage before he goes through the gate. With everything now inspected, Kejar takes the wagon to the main portion of the city, where he might be able to sell more of his wares. He comments, "You have a rather unique silhouette. If I were you I would find a way to change that. Nothing personal, but changing your appearance would help deter any more of those knights. This is the free lands, so they're just as likely to run into other lizardman similar to you, heck we have cat people here and the empress is a cat person."
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Xissk
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 17
Physical Description: Short and stout. Xissk has a short, round face with orang eyes and olive-green scales. He has three talons on the end of each of his feet and hands.
Clothes and Equipment: Xissk wears a black tunic and a white and grey cloak in the design of bird's wings. He carries two katanas and has a walking stick that separates into a three-section staff.
He also wields shurikens.
Registered: Jun 27, 2019 8:22:35 GMT -8
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Post by Xissk on Sept 19, 2019 17:12:28 GMT -8
Xissk nodded, wiping away the remainders of the tears. "I can dye my scales." He said. "It's actually a really nice feature. Sort of like how humans can dye their hair." He scans his belongings.
"I suppose I had better get rid of the cloak and swords... They're symbols of my family." He added, his tone slightly sadder. "I wonder..." He mused. "Getting a white tunic might help too. Or perhaps grey. Black is a bit.. suspicious."
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