Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 2, 2016 18:42:31 GMT -8
From that point, Thrashnald had a gentle smile, acknowledging the success he was making. "Yes, I believe we may." He started, sitting back after stomping royally upon the floor, another refilling of the wine, making sure not a drop was spilled. "Within the depths of such a district, gems like what you've seen here can be harnessed, depending on how low I am allowed. Upon this as well, it keeps my art in privacy, rather than the vapors of such necromancy affecting your troops to rather.. disappointing.. outcomes." He looked towards Tullius once more, every now and then examining an emerald or a sapphire from his pouch to place into the General's claim already. "If it means I must pay extra for my own special catacomb, so be it. I, as well, will pay for any expense the ogres waste from the miners that come into their lane.. let's say~, fifty gold pieces a miner, along with all ores I attain given to your company- though I thought this of course obvious, it must be stated in business conduction."So from there, he waited upon what General Tullius was saying, worried upon whether or not the soldiers would have an outbreak. Of course, if such a thing would happen, the humans and elves would be indoctrinated, a form of hive-mind to obey Thrashnald, which would be nothing more than resuming their orders with a more tamed attitude. "Very well. But I believe we have one final step in this negotiation... for Tanis Marks, our local legislator, should speak with you as well. He has a project that you might find most interesting, and... he is almost done with his meeting. For now, please, come inside and make yourself at home."
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Registered: May 18, 2024 7:24:04 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2016 18:47:21 GMT -8
"Very well."
The statement gave a bold impression, a highly held grin upon his face, proving later he'd be quite the authority to be friends with. Leaving the pouch there for the General, the Ogres began to march into the realm of Goraia behind Thrashnald, as his blade now once more held a amethyst glow with purple smoke vaping from the razor of it.
And so from there, a much darker level of aggression would be sent towards Falkreath in due time.
------------ Thrashnald Enters Goraia -----------------
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Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Mar 4, 2016 15:00:28 GMT -8
( Goraia) A lone rider upon a white horse draws towards the border. His horse comes to a stop and then neighs. The rider is donning a sort of traveling cloak, but when he comes close enough he removes his hood. He is Vessian, no doubt, from a country south of the Asgeir lands. He carries a practical fighting sword, common from most travelers, but looks otherwise harmless. "I am Ser Adrianos, of Vessia," he announces. "I have business in Medan. Am I permitted to enter?"
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 4, 2016 18:37:36 GMT -8
He would be denied entry. "I am afraid it is our policy not to open our borders right now," he said in a very scripted tone, as though he had said it over and over again, "and we apologize for any immediate hardship this might bring."
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Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Mar 4, 2016 18:43:25 GMT -8
The warrior sighed. "The Brothers of the Sword have sent me. We wish to negotiate an... Alliance. Our purpose is to destroy the darkness that plagues your borders: the Dread Knights of Ulfang Von Haren. Please, I ask that you let me in so that I may speak to your officials. Or maybe send one here so I can speak to them now."
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 4, 2016 18:45:11 GMT -8
"Please, come on in," another commander intervened, overriding the words of the lesser guard. "You may stay at the guard house until the diplomat arrives."
He'd be led to a place where he could wait for the time being. A diplomat was scheduled to eventually arrive.
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Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Mar 4, 2016 19:01:18 GMT -8
"Thank you," the Knight replies, and rides his white steed inside. "Now, please tell me his diplomat will arrive soon. This is very urgent."
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Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Mar 9, 2016 15:13:49 GMT -8
Ser Adrianos, or rather 'Komtur Adrian', had waited long enough. He decided to up and head out. Goraia, it seemed, was a lost cause.
<exit> (Sorry, what I was going to do here is no longer relevant to my new plans for the Brotherhood)
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Registered: May 18, 2024 7:24:04 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2016 13:58:08 GMT -8
From there, the necromancer was seen galloping off past the gates with ease. These guards had known of his arrival, and throwing behind him the spare sacks of coin he once had, a grin grew to Thrashnald's face. He left with peace and joy, knowing what was ahead of him was much more valuable than that of a sack of gold or emeralds.
-----------Thrashnald exits Goraia/Medan-----
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King Konrad I von Audria
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 38
Physical Description: Tall, strong, and stern, the Hochmeister embodies all that a knight should be physically capable of. He has a clean-cut, stern face, with wide dark blue eyes, a sharp jaw, and short dark hair. He's taller than most individuals throughout Vessex, and rivals the Asgeirian Varan in terms of strength and posture. He's certainly an intimidating man.
Registered: Aug 6, 2015 13:14:16 GMT -8
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Post by King Konrad I von Audria on Mar 29, 2016 14:49:13 GMT -8
It would be heard for miles, no doubt. The steady clip-clop of warhorses and their neighing, the jingling of steel armor and weapons. The sun glimmered off of their plate armor as they rode forth, towards the southern border of Goraia. White cloaks adorned with black crosses could be seen from a distance, and it was obvious: the Brothers had returned to Goraia. They had been down this road before, even camped here for some time, but other matters needed to be assessed. Now, however, the Hochmeister of the Brotherhood was back, and the Knights of the Black Cross sought new allies for their seemingly never-ending quest.
The bulk of the force halted a good distance from the border, but Konrad and a few other knights approached closer. The Hochmeister called ahead. "I am Konrad IV, Hochmeister of the Brotherhood. These are my Komturs," Konrad motioned at the other men with him. "Adrian, Heinrich, Gustav, and Rodrik. This," he then motioned to another man, obviously different, and not a Knight, "is Brother Otto Blackblade, mercenary, but loyal to the cause. And this," he finally motioned at the tall, imposing figure beside him, "is the OrdenMarschall, Dietrich. My Brothers seek entry into the lands of Goraia."
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 29, 2016 15:09:54 GMT -8
"For what purpose?" The guard called from behind the closed gate. "Is this the same Brotherhood that was a part of Medan??"
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King Konrad I von Audria
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 38
Physical Description: Tall, strong, and stern, the Hochmeister embodies all that a knight should be physically capable of. He has a clean-cut, stern face, with wide dark blue eyes, a sharp jaw, and short dark hair. He's taller than most individuals throughout Vessex, and rivals the Asgeirian Varan in terms of strength and posture. He's certainly an intimidating man.
Registered: Aug 6, 2015 13:14:16 GMT -8
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Post by King Konrad I von Audria on Mar 30, 2016 16:03:08 GMT -8
"The Brotherhood," Konrad began to answer the guard, "belongs to no one. Medan, Goraia, it makes no difference to us." Konrad sighed and then began speaking again. "But yes, some of our priests were stationed here, in New Brimiarde. My sources tell me they survived the battle, and even tended to your wounded. Whatever the case, I'll seek funds to repair the chapel and hospice as soon as possible."
"As for my business in Goraia... that's classified information meant only for the ears of your superiors, but I shall tell you what I can. First, we require land in which to base our organization. Secondly, we require the support and resources of your government to... locate and procure a specific set of items. Retrieving them will take time and patience, but ultimately they will be safeguarded within your borders."
There was more to it, of course, but Konrad could not reveal such sensitive information to a mere guard. He would need to speak to someone of high importance, in regards to his quest. But first, he merely sought a pact of unity and land to base his order on.
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Apr 2, 2016 7:51:38 GMT -8
There was some quiet discussion before he gave a response. "Come on in. I believe the Brotherhood is still a registered entity in Goraia," he said.
The gate swung open. There would begin a long process of identification, assuring all among them were who they said they were, but ultimately, they'd be allowed in. Their pact with Medan had not expired under the new regime.
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King Konrad I von Audria
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 38
Physical Description: Tall, strong, and stern, the Hochmeister embodies all that a knight should be physically capable of. He has a clean-cut, stern face, with wide dark blue eyes, a sharp jaw, and short dark hair. He's taller than most individuals throughout Vessex, and rivals the Asgeirian Varan in terms of strength and posture. He's certainly an intimidating man.
Registered: Aug 6, 2015 13:14:16 GMT -8
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Post by King Konrad I von Audria on Apr 2, 2016 8:25:08 GMT -8
Konrad and his men went through the lengthy process of identification. Ultimately, the Brothers would gather in mass on the Goraian side of the border.
"Adrian," Konrad began, speaking to his most trusted Komtur. "Lead our Brothers into the countryside and establish a camp. Stay away from major population centers; we don't want to attract any unwanted attention until I get the go-ahead from the Goraian leaders, understood?"
Adrian nodded his head reluctantly. "I still don't know why you decided Goraia - of all places - was the best place to go. I mean, Isra, Gauldin, Asgeir, Atlanticus-"
"I know, Adrian," Konrad interrupted. "Goraia is strong-willed, determined, and right now they're probably the only ones who could safeguard the artifacts we're looking to recover. Just do as I said. If all goes as planned, we'll get the resources to build a new headquarters here."
Adrian sighed and nodded, "of course, sir, whatever you say."
<exit to Stonevale's Main Gate>
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Walther von Hohenstaufen
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 32
Physical Description: --------------------------------
Body: muscular, 6ft tall
Hair: black, short
Eyes: brown
Clothes and Equipment: --------------------------------
Sword, Scutum (white with black cross, rectangular)
Chainmail shirt, coif
Full body plate armor (including arms, legs)
Great helm
Tabard (white with black cross)
Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Apr 7, 2016 12:06:01 GMT -8
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Post by Walther von Hohenstaufen on Apr 9, 2016 6:52:43 GMT -8
Walther rode his trusty steed towards the South Border of Goraia. He had heard the border had been closed to the public. But Hochmeister Konrad and The Brotherhood had recently passed. It certainly wasn't easy to get there, but he intended to join their cause and therefore he needed to cross the border as well.
As he approached the gate, he dismounted and called out to the guards. "Honorable men of Goraia. I am Walther von Hohenstaufen and I came here with the intention to join Hochmeister Konrad and the Knight-Brothers of The Brotherhood. They have crossed this border not many days ago. Will you grant me entrance so I can honor my intention?" he asked with an audible voice.
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Fundor Eater of Sheep
Committed
Mutton... human, what's the difference?
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 2000 years
Physical Description: Dragon: A truly massive ancient red wyrm, Fundor's scales have darkened with age to take on a blood red hue. Atop his head he has two massive black horns, which are swept back towards his neck, along with many more black horns all along his spine and covering his back. These spikes are not only intimidating but they serve as protection for the back of his neck.
Length: 375 ft (114.3m)
Wingspan: 937 ft (286m)
Height: 83 ft (25m)
Mortal Forms: lol
Clothes and Equipment: Dragon: Don't need any equipment.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -8
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Post by Fundor Eater of Sheep on Jul 3, 2016 10:18:35 GMT -8
The shape of Fundor Eater of Sheep could be seen flying overhead from within the Goraia borders. As he flew he would sent a message to the guards below through a telepathic link to assure them of his identity and his intentions for briefly flying outside of Goraia's borders. He said would be going hunting.
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Elise Wynona Ravensdale
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 37
Physical Description: Hair:Brown
Eyes:Hazel
Elegant, with a buxom, appealing figure, a preternatural grace of manner and movement borne of an affluent, though somewhat secluded life of extravagance; an impressive bosom, full waist and generous hips, fleshy and desirable; conniving mien prone to contemptuous glaring, an ever-present sardonic curling of the corners of her lips.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rigorous though luxurious, often seen in riding dresses of both stately form and rugged function, her attire at once gives off dichotomous airs of seasoned competence and unreproachable, noble elegance. Elise is rarely seen without her crossbow, a rather ornately carved, gilded and shaped weapon that is nearly more ornament than it is tool of war, as well as an equally ornate 'mameluke', a thin, single edged sword with a curve at the pommel similar to a messer.
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Player's online availability : Various
Registered: Oct 12, 2016 10:24:41 GMT -8
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Post by Elise Wynona Ravensdale on Oct 12, 2016 14:21:16 GMT -8
With a small entourage of soldiers bearing the heraldry of the late Marquis Magnus Lucien of Ravensdale, the newly widowed Elise makes for a stately, albeit somber approach for the gates proper. The untried heiress found herself woefully unfamiliar with Goraia proper, however her resolve doesn't falter a heir; cool eyes and a lofted countenance would meet whoever should visit her with even a glance, as her empirial, throaty voice warbles ingress, "Lady Elise Wynona of House Ravensdale, requests entry." The sound of her bannerman clearing his throat draws her attention and lofts a brow at the abashed look on his face. It slowly dawns upon her; were he supposed to announce her arrival? No matter; she could not build courage without initiative-- and lord knows she needed plenty of either! With unflenching resolve, she waits, her mottled stallion prances his feet in anticipation.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2016 16:10:37 GMT -8
With a small entourage of soldiers bearing the heraldry of the late Marquis Magnus Lucien of Ravensdale, the newly widowed Elise makes for a stately, albeit somber approach for the gates proper. The untried heiress found herself woefully unfamiliar with Goraia proper, however her resolve doesn't falter a heir; cool eyes and a lofted countenance would meet whoever should visit her with even a glance, as her empirial, throaty voice warbles ingress, "Lady Elise Wynona of House Ravensdale, requests entry." The sound of her bannerman clearing his throat draws her attention and lofts a brow at the abashed look on his face. It slowly dawns upon her; were he supposed to announce her arrival? No matter; she could not build courage without initiative-- and lord knows she needed plenty of either! With unflenching resolve, she waits, her mottled stallion prances his feet in anticipation. A guard from atop the walls called down from the gatehouse. "Ahh, hello, just for security reasons, I'll still need to see all of your papers. Although I do trust that I shouldn't need to. But, laws are laws." One of the recruits would march downstairs and approach the group and would receive the papers for inspection. ((Which you most likely have, no worries.)) Seeing that it was all legitimate and in order, they'd be allowed through the gates.
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