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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2016 2:22:12 GMT -8
Dardan stood awkwardly behind Liz, his hands floating below his waist, a result of not really knowing what to do with them. He wore an elegant tunic of golden brown made from the finest sea silk; an alternative to cloth extracted from the shell of a rather large type of clam. His satchel, which he wore by his side, was filled with various pieces of rolled parchment, each with a different sketch of the city or map of the surrounding area. By all accounts Dardan was a scholar. One of a kind among his people who often dubbed him as a Loremaster. The Dolburese written language was old, clunky and unwieldy. It centered around a series of runes or hieroglyphs with different positioning relative to one other carrying various connotations and meanings.
Dardan, a dwarf of only 46 years, young by dwarvish standards, was amazed at the grandeur of Isra and the complexity of the architecture. His beard still held the allure of youth as did his hair, retaining a light brown hue and yet to succumb to the fading of age. He followed Liz into the Madame Naoki's office, all 4ft8 of him, along with all the possessions he owned which he currently carried on his person. Dardan tried his best not to meet the eyes of women sat in front of him, instead darting them around the room frantically. Once he made his way over to the chair a rather peculiar and unexpected task lay ahead of him. He very awkwardly clambered onto the chair, acknowledging that it probably looked ridiculous but not wanting to cause trouble by asking for a more size appropriate chair.
He huffed lightly as he wiggled around on the seat to get into a comfortable position. His legs a good distance from the floor and his head and shoulders just high enough to see Madame Naoki over the desk. Dardan stretched his hand out as far as he could while at the same time trying to cling to the chair with his legs as not to slide off the front.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on May 8, 2016 5:41:22 GMT -8
Elizabeth saluted Madame Naoki and took her seat. She was burning with questions, like what the hell had happened to the Plaza. It looked like someone had a feast on top of the remains of a bonfire. But such things could wait, and she did her absolute best to prevent the smile on her face from happening at the slight awkwardness. She was largely successful and only Madame Naoki would notice anything at all. She wondered if she should congratulate her on the new position...she would just wait until a good chance to do so presented itself.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on May 8, 2016 8:15:44 GMT -8
Madame Naoki’s gaze bounces back and forth between the pair of them. She had sort of been expecting one or the other to say something. Perhaps for the dwarf to introduce himself, or for Liz to begin her report. But fair enough. She can work with less than that.
Leaning over the desk slightly, she takes Dardan’s hand in her own, and gives it a quick shake. Her grip is firmer than one might expect, but warm. Though, it probably isn’t particularly hard to keep one’s hands warm in her office- the whole room is ten degrees warmer than the hallway outside. Figuring it best not to prolong the awkwardness, she doesn’t spend any longer than is necessary on the handshake, and returns to her seat. Seeing as how Liz hasn’t performed introductions, she figures it best to go ahead and do them herself.
“I am Madame Naoki, Lady of Isra. This is my companion, Artemis." She gestures to her right, indicating @artemisbefore continuing, "Allow me to welcome you to Isra. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance…?”
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2016 2:56:43 GMT -8
"Aye Madame thank for allowing me to enter your borders" He paused for a moment, a rather long, awkward second before it clicked in his head that he should probably continue conversation.
"Dardan Wavebrand." He stated bluntly. Another similiar silence followed. His head darted between Liz and Madame Naoki with a puzzle facial expression.
"My brother Thelnir, is one of the Thanes of Dolburim which is located to the south west of here on the coast. Here let me show you" Darden thrust his hand into his satchel without waiting for any sort of permission to do so. He rummaged around for the best part of thirty seconds. He let out a exasperated huff as he tipped out the contents onto Naoki's desk and quickly scrambled to locate, grab and unbind his roughly drawn map to show the Madame. "Here in the south" He pressed his stub of a finger against the sketched location of Dolburimm smudging the charcoal as he did so and leaving a large black mark on his appendage.
He then proceeded to open up a number of other pieces of parchment. Each one had on it a rough sketch of various locations of Isra including a wonderfully scenic shot of the city from above as seen by a griffin. "You have an amazing city. I have drawn many sketches of it to take home with me. My people will not believe the grandeur of this place nor the way you use Tormand's lumber so abundantly. Your city must wield great strength to be able to wrestle such an abundance of wood from the horrors of your forests."
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on May 9, 2016 4:03:20 GMT -8
Liz was distracted by the thought of what she would have to do after this meeting had concluded. She had the families of two soldiers to inform that their loved one would not be returning. A lot of officers passed that duty to their NCOs, but she felt it helped her see them as people rather than expendable tools. She hated doing it, but now was not the time to do dwell on that. The awkward silences and gances brought her back to reality and she realized that she had not performed her duty.
"My apologies Mada... I mean Lady Naoki."
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on May 9, 2016 7:02:38 GMT -8
Madame Naoki listens carefully as Dardan speaks, but what she finds far more interesting than his words, are his drawings. Not only is she usually one for the written words and the value and knowledge and all that nonsense, his works exceptional. Charcoal is quite the medium, she muses. After taking a short while to appreciate each bit of parchment, she focuses on the most practical of the lot- the map.
“Hm. To the south, on the coast. Right in the middle of that terribly dangerous forest. As I recall, during Isra’s initial map making, cartographers were sent into there. But when the majority of them didn’t return, and the ones that did came not with completed maps, but stories of the horrors of the forest, the entire area was written off as incredibly dangerous, and of little note beyond its inherent perils. Lumber was obtained from elsewhere, and we never presumed that anyone of note would be living within- especially not such an apparently strong civilization such as yours. In hindsight, we probably should have scouted it aerially before now, but what’s done is done, I suppose.”
“Regardless, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Dardan Wavebrand. I look forward to getting to know you and your people more thoroughly in the days ahead. To that end, do you have any suggestions? I would like to suggest that Dolburimm and Isra open more formal diplomatic relations, but wouldn’t like to seem overly forward about it. Are you qualified to speak officially as an ambassador, or would you suggest some manner of meeting, or?...”
After she’s said that, Naoki realizes, that probably wasn’t the best question to ask. If what she has been told is true, this is the people of Dolburimm’s first interaction with a foreign power. There would be no reason for them to have standardized procedures. Heck, he might not even know the word ‘Ambassador’. Regardless, she figures it best to let her statement stand. What she was told may be wrong, and it would be awkward to correct at this point. If he seemed unsure, she would suggest procedures, she resolves.
Additionally, she appends a small, telepathic note to Elizabeth, "Don't worry about it, and continue to call me what you'd like. I'm somewhat irreversibly associated with the title 'Madame' at this point, don't worry too much about the formalities when they're unnecessary."
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2016 10:38:42 GMT -8
Dardan nodded along with Madame Naoki for a short while, up until the above sentence ended. He began to speak, abruptly and out of place, clearly a dwarf unaware of social etiquette. " 'Aye that's Tormand's domain. He fills the...." As quickly as he started he rolled to a halt, suddenly becoming aware of his short coming.
The dwarf's face screwed up. For all his life Tormand's wood had been hard fought over. For each plank, each tree felled, every boat built, was worth a great many lives, far more than the sum of those who would ride it among the waves. His question was from genuine intrigue with a shadowed motive to gauge the strength of Isra and it's people. "Did you lose many people to obtain the lumber you use in your city? To think that Tormand's reach is so great" His head bowed for a moment in memory of all those that had been lost in his short time on this earth.
"I am Thane Thelnir Wavebrand's brother." He stated plainly. Again he stopped for a moment, expecting the gravitas which comes with his brother's name in his home land to take effect. "In my culture we hold feasts to honor the Gods, celebrate almost anything and to come together to talk, drink and eat... alot. If you want to show good faith to my brother and my people, host a feast to celebrate the meeting of our people"
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on May 10, 2016 7:07:08 GMT -8
What was more impressive was that they had been done while riding on the back of a griffin. She nodded her head in acknowledgement of Madame Naoki's telepathic message.
"I can confirm that much. Thane Wavebrand made it clear to me that if we want any official relation with Dolburrim, it would start with a feast."
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on May 10, 2016 7:31:23 GMT -8
At the mention of a feast, Madame Naoki’s face lights up. There are enjoyable portions of statecraft.
“A feast. Feasts are excellent. There aren’t nearly as many feasts these days as there really should be, in my opinion. We’ll have a feast. I’m not sure when, or where, or what will be served, but a feast will happen. And going forward, more feasts will be held. I wonder if it would be reasonable to construct a hall specifically for holding feasts in…”
She trails off, likely considering feast-related logistics and procedures before snapping back into the present and considering Dardan’s inquiry with a raised eyebrow.
“We don’t lose many individuals at all in the logging industry. The majority of Isra’s lumber comes from the forests to the north, around the feet of the Norkari Mountains, and to the east, bordering the Land Tiller’s State. Neither forest is particularly dangerous, if all proper caution is given. A couple wolves or a troll here and there to the north, occasionally a wyvern to the east, but nothing so extreme that I would say that lumber is dangerous to acquire. .. I would presume that the same is not true around Dolburimm. I’m unfamiliar with ‘Tormand’, but it would stand to my reasoning that the forest that would seem to surround Dolburimm is no more friendly to your people than it was to our explorers… Would I be thinking correctly; could you elaborate?”
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2016 4:27:03 GMT -8
"Tormand is brother to Balren who is the Master of the waves and the bringing of the tide. Balren banished his brother to the forest after a failed attempt to kill him to win over the heart of Balren's wife. Tormand, in a jealous rage, began creating the deadly creatures which lurk in the forest this day. He is the spirit of the forest and the dead and is the most malicious and spiteful God in our pantheon. He claimed the gift of wood for himself, keeping it from us; The sons of Balren. This is why our lumber is a precious and coveted resource. After all, how could we call ourselves dwarfs if we couldn't take to the seas to hunt and forage, and for that we need boats which require lumber."
"We are a very spiritual people Madame Naoki. We have many gods whose favor we seek and with whom we seek protection and shelter from. Our lands are harsh and unforgiving but we have continued to exist for hundreds of years by being grateful for what we have and garnering the aid of the gods."
"It truly amazes me that you can fell wood with so little risk involved. I do not know these Trolls or Wyverns but, by the way you talk down about then, they seem trivial in comparison to Tormand's kin. When Thelnir learns of this, he will surely be a giddy old dwarf. Imagine what we could do with all that lumber..." Dardan looks up slightly and trails off into a daydream in which he is frolicking in a pile of planks along with him brother.
He snaps out of his stupor and continues to speak "I know my brother. All that he wants is to see our people prosper. To that end he will, without a doubt, push for some sort of trade agreement or pact. Would you be open to such a thing?"
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on May 11, 2016 5:13:06 GMT -8
What the hell lurked in their forests that was more dangerous than a squid larger than a ship? She had to know.
"When I first met the people of Dolburrim, it was while one ship was battling a leviathan easily triple the size if the largest hostile creature in Isra. What is in these forests that is so much worse?"
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2016 4:30:40 GMT -8
"The Spirits of the Dead" Dardan stated plainly, his voice becoming lower as he shifted to a more somber tone. "I have never been much of a fighter or a sailor. I'm what we call a red herring among our people; I'm different, an oddity if you will. I've only ever heard tales from the men that return and a little from my brother but he tends to avoid the subject like a leaky boat." He chuckled lightly trying his best to slide in a more lightening joke, but quickly realized from everyone's reactions that then was not the time.
"Different people say different things. Some regal me of four legged beasts who's hide is made of a thick black smoke which bellows behind them as they weave through the trees. Other spin tales of huge hulking beasts, three of four time the size of us dwarfs, clad in bones and wielding clubs made from the wood itself. Then there are those who swear they saw nothing, that the men around them just starting to drop as if the life had just been plucked from their eyes."
"I've not been able to get two stories which are alike and I am far too timid to venture into Tormand's realm of my own accord to risk a first hand account."
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on May 12, 2016 8:44:42 GMT -8
Dardan’s response elicits a somber sort of “ Hm.” from Madame Naoki. A highly interesting bit of information, that. She takes what he says at face value. There are strange things afoot than ‘spirits of the dead’ haunting a forest. Whether the stated mythos regarding their presence is true or not is essentially irrelevant to her, the important parts as far as she’s concerned are chiefly the spirituality of the Dolburese people, the (admittedly quite vague) details regarding their forest, and the insane markup Naoki will be able to sell them lumber for. “Well, fair enough, I suppose. Lumber is definitely an export that could be arranged, if all goes well, your people shouldn’t be forced to venture into Tormand’s Wood quite as much. Or, at least, you’ll have a supplementary source of lumber from imports. I would assume that Dolburrim would be willing to offer various products of the sea and perhaps shipbuilding knowledge in return, and that all about sounds fine and agreeable to me.” “Have you- or your council of Thanes, or however, have you put any thought into how you might like to approach- or not approach the rest of the world? There are other nations around. To the east, Land Tillers' State . They’re a pleasant sort, in my opinion. Very in tune with the land, and nature, and all that. Their farming methods are very good. There are also some other nations, I suppose. None of them quite as pleasant, in my opinion, but worth considering, if only in the context of forming a political strategy. … Though, I suppose such things may be more appropriately discussed with your brother, or the group of Thanes as a whole…” She trails off, again likely thinking ahead. However, only a few moments are spent contemplating the future before she snaps back and again addresses Dardan. “Well, that seems like a plan enough for me. Did you have anything else you wanted to discuss… Sir Wavebrand? And, how would you prefer to be referred to?”
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on Jun 2, 2016 10:28:40 GMT -8
Lord Crovan came to the office of Madam Naoki escorted by a guard.
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Araldur
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Physical Description: Araldur is an average height man. Pale as the moon with hair black as the long night. His muscles were a little bigger than those of an average man.
Clothes and Equipment: He's clothes were dirty most of the time, because he doesn't have the time to clean them in his long walks. He wore a long hooded brown cloak. A black thick shirt, black trousers and black boots. He had a pale blue sword, full of his spiritual power. It could be upgraded with runes, made from dragon head.
He also had one crystal at him, breaking it would bring the soul of the last creature he captured in this world, to fight for Araldur
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Post by Araldur on Jun 2, 2016 11:22:11 GMT -8
Alone, Araldur came to the office of Madame Naokis. He came from the Dawn Riders Barracks. the man told the guards that were guarding the Citadel that he wanted to become a Griffin Rider, but he changed plans.
As the wanderer reached the doors, the guards stopped him. No wonder why they did so, Araldur seems like a dangerous man, based on his looks (he is a dangerous man, but only go his enemies, and the Free City wasn't his enemy).
"I have no intend to harm your beloved queen. Let me pass and take my sword if you don't trust me."
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
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If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on Jun 3, 2016 0:56:15 GMT -8
Crovan turned to face the man, he had seen him at the gates of the citadel earlier. He heard his offer to remove his sword, but not even Crovan had to do that. Good thing too, as he would take it as an insult. He looked at the man, a ragged fellow all in all. Clearly he hasn't spent much time in guarded places. The guards are there for a reason after all. He was surely about to get in trouble... Crovan stepped into the situation. "Sir, Araldur?" He extended his hand offering a hand shake, "I am Lord Crovan. It seems we both are awaiting a talk with Madam Naoki, may I ask what it is you have come to speak to her about?" Him addressing the man would hopefully make the guards back off a bit as they were stopping him from entering of his own accord.
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Araldur
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Physical Description: Araldur is an average height man. Pale as the moon with hair black as the long night. His muscles were a little bigger than those of an average man.
Clothes and Equipment: He's clothes were dirty most of the time, because he doesn't have the time to clean them in his long walks. He wore a long hooded brown cloak. A black thick shirt, black trousers and black boots. He had a pale blue sword, full of his spiritual power. It could be upgraded with runes, made from dragon head.
He also had one crystal at him, breaking it would bring the soul of the last creature he captured in this world, to fight for Araldur
Registered: May 31, 2016 5:43:26 GMT -8
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Post by Araldur on Jun 3, 2016 4:49:34 GMT -8
Araldur didn't want to speak too much about his intentions or his causes, he turned his head to the man and said"
"I want to become Madame Naokis' bodyguard, to pledge my life to her."
Araldur remembered this man from the Citadel Gates, he didn't like him then, he doesn't like him now either...
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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 Jun 3, 2016 6:42:16 GMT -8
Araldur’s response elicits a thoughtful sort of “Hm.” from the guard flanking the left side of Naoki’s double doors. As the guard has been made well aware, Naoki already has an individual of that description. Artemis . Standard procedure had dictated that there ought to be guards standing inside the door, as well as outside, before the two of them had modified it. Would she accept a second personal bodyguard? The guard doubts she needs it, having been present at a ‘ demonstration’ of Artemis’ skills, but supposes it isn’t really his job to judge that sort of thing. He’s just the doorman, after all. “Lord Crovan. Lady Naoki will see you now, please proceed in.” In a practiced movement, the guards push the double doors open, allowing Crovan entry into the office. After he passes through, they shut the doors again, and the guard on the left addresses Araldur. “You’ll have to wait until he’s finished, I’m afraid. Have a seat, if you’d like.” The guard gestures to the cushioned bench sitting off to one side, evidently intended for just this purpose.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Jun 3, 2016 6:55:58 GMT -8
As/if Lord Crovan enters, Madame Naoki stands from her seat, and offers her hand across the desk for shaking. “Lord Crovan, I presume. A pleasure to meet you.” Madame Naoki’s desk is uncharacteristically clean. Aside from an in/outbox piled high with assorted documents, a stack of blank parchment, her writing supplies, and a beautiful rose held in a small vase, the desk is utterly empty. Spotless, even. The dark wood shines slightly, reflecting light from the towering window behind her. The Lady herself is dressed equally simply, in a one piece black dress with lacy ornamentation down the sides. Her tail is held at an upward curve to the left, and a pleasant sort of polite smile graces her face. Her information on Lord Crovan is somewhat lacking. It would remain to be seen what sort of man he is, so she is defaulting to the standard pleasantries.
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Araldur
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Physical Description: Araldur is an average height man. Pale as the moon with hair black as the long night. His muscles were a little bigger than those of an average man.
Clothes and Equipment: He's clothes were dirty most of the time, because he doesn't have the time to clean them in his long walks. He wore a long hooded brown cloak. A black thick shirt, black trousers and black boots. He had a pale blue sword, full of his spiritual power. It could be upgraded with runes, made from dragon head.
He also had one crystal at him, breaking it would bring the soul of the last creature he captured in this world, to fight for Araldur
Registered: May 31, 2016 5:43:26 GMT -8
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Post by Araldur on Jun 3, 2016 8:17:20 GMT -8
Being tired from his walk (as he named his long journeys), Araldur sits on the chair, opens a book with some maps inside and some weird, unknown language (the regular folk didn't know what language was that) which seems like Old Elvish.
On the first page of the book you could read "Information about dragons and how to defeat them".
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