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 Aug 3, 2019 19:40:21 GMT -8
Xissk sneaks a glance at the three Knights, before following Kejar. "Look, I'm really sorry about earlier. My curiosity got the better of me, and I didn't mean to be prying or anything." He apologized to the merchant. Xissk walked along next to the wagon as they neared the store. "My mother...." He murmured. A tear slipped from his reptilian eye. "I don't believe it. She was in perfect health. What in the world could have happened?"
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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.
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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 Aug 4, 2019 18:09:15 GMT -8
Kejar looks at him, "Let me tell you a secret about life. Curiosity killed the cat: but the kind man lives to better another's day This kind man is often told more personal subjects for his kindness and respect They are his greatest tools. If you are curious about something then you should be a gentleman about it. maybe you'll win yourself a lasting friendship with a kind stranger Some of the best people are those society puts down. If you look for wisdom you'll often find it within the dirt . Look at the ants, they prepare themselves every year for the winter by carrying crumbs that are often twice their size. maybe that last one wasn't as useful for this situation, but it is an example that you can take that literally."
merchant walks over to a store clerk, "Hello kind soul. I was wondering if I could speak with the store owner? have stock that I would like to get out of my hands. plan to be leaving soon and having perishables for a long trip can be such a waste."
The store clerk looks at Kejar, "Is that so? A'ight, I'll call the owner Hey, {insert store owner's name}! There's a travelling merchant who wants to see you.
The store owner stumbles down a few stairs in the back building, holding a large basket, "What does the merchant want?
The store clerk answered, "He wants to supply us with perishables, so he can leave without any worry of their rotting!"
The store owner sighs and walks over to the front putting the basket down, "So, I assume this is some grandiose deal If you want to get rid of them?"
Kejar smiles, "You read my mind have a sack of apples, lemons: a small one of apricots, and some grains. I also have herbs, some breads, and would be willing to give them to you for ten silver or one gold."
The store owner eyes Kejar, "Let me see the quality first and I might consider your grins: "It would be my pleasure."
The merchant looks back at Xissk„ "Let's grab the perishables: so the store owner can plan was in action, he knew the real price for what he was offering_ It was closer to that of 10 or even 15 gold worth of stock all together, including the perishables in entirety. His plan was simple, show the good quality, so he could entice the store owner to buy it all.
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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 Aug 4, 2019 19:01:48 GMT -8
Xissk nodded and assisted Kejar with moving all of the goods to the store. "You certainly have a lot. Why are you selling it?" He lifted a crate of grain and lugged it to the store, setting it down, before dusting off his hands and moving back to the cart.
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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 Aug 6, 2019 7:12:19 GMT -8
Kejar loads the the goods showing the store owner, who was pleased with their overall quality. The deal was on. Kejar answers Xissk, "I'm selling these because I plan to leave and go northeast of this town to head the City of Isra. Once I get there I'll try to sell the rest of my wares then return here. Once I'm back here I'll need to sell my wagon and leave by boat. I made a promise to help search for someone, and I'll be looking for them and I could use some assistance. Perhaps you would like to come along? I do know of your own plight, but I fail to understand why you are liable and plus I'm not sure that they'll be able to track you for a while once we reach the seas."
The store owner nods, "One gold for all of this? Why?"
Kejar replies, "Ah, I have a time constraint and it helps to sell them cheaper with this constraint. Kinda I just need to get rid of them at a cheap price."
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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 Aug 6, 2019 13:05:17 GMT -8
Xissk's face brightened. "I'd gladly help you. That is, if you want. I understand if you don't." He glanced back at the Decaying Knights. "They shouldn't be able to track us... But they are everywhere. I can only hope that their particular group knows. If the news is spread to the rest of the order..." Xissk shook his head. "It'll be over for me." He shuddered.
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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 Aug 6, 2019 19:15:45 GMT -8
Kejar smiles, "Well, if you don't want my help then I can't give you it."
Kejar grabs the last bag of perishables and hands it to the store clerk. The merchant is given a gold piece by the store owner before heading back in. Kejar takes his wagon and begins walking, as if he had more to do. He signaled Xissk to come saying, "Look I'm going to give you a window of opportunity so take it will you. If you decide not to then I can't help you. You helping me with my mission is only a way to pay back for your rudeness earlier today and for my helping you."
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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 Aug 7, 2019 8:46:47 GMT -8
Xissk raised his hands. "Hey, I'm all in. I'd love to help you out, especially if it was to make up for my rudeness." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "I'm still figuring out how the world works." He said, embarrassed.
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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 Aug 8, 2019 12:38:18 GMT -8
Kejar looks at the sky solemnly, before turning onto another street. He stops once his wagon and grabs a large rough sack, making sure it was completely empty. He put the bag back and sighs. Kejar turns to Xissk, "Alright here's the plan. In the past I used to be a pretty decent smuggler and so I'm going to smuggle you outside of this city and then we'll head to the City of Isra. Once we go there, we'll look for clues for a certain person... I'll tell you who once we are on the road... and if we are lucky and some how find him then we will need to tell him that his daughter is looking for him, unless we would rather bring him to his daughter. We have a lot of options if that happens."
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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 Aug 10, 2019 11:05:23 GMT -8
Xissk nodded. "Alright, sounds good." He flipped up his hood and tugged it low over his face, casting a dark shadow over his reptilian features. Adjusting the weapons hanging at his belt, he glanced around. The knights were still where they were standing, murmuring among themselves. "I think we're clear to go. We should probably go out the East Gate... I think it's the closest." Xissk said to Kejar. "How should we do this?"
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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 Aug 10, 2019 19:05:12 GMT -8
Kejar turns around the corner, dragging the wagon to an alleyway. He does this in order to keep out of sight of the group of knights. Kejar grabs the large rough sack from his wagon and hands it to Xissk, "You'll need this, can't let those knights know that you left. However, this will only work if you stay absolutely still, and if someone is close, that isn't try to keep your breathing to a minimum, unless you want to be caught."
Kejar smiles, hoping his slight sense of humor came through. His hope for this to work was well hopeful. His plan was to smuggle Xissk out of the port city and leave for the capital of Isra, but now they would need to leave by the East 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 Aug 11, 2019 15:40:43 GMT -8
Xissk nods and slips the sack over his head, then clambers into the wagon. He scrambled into a corner and sat stock-still. In the dark of the bag, his eyes quickly adjusted. He slowed his breathing and shifted into a more comfortable position. "Ready." He whispered to Kejar, before going absolutely still and silent.
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Captain "Johnnie" O'Malley
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 36
Physical Description: Captain O'Malley has a fairly muscular physique from years of rigging and sailing, but still maintains a feminine beauty. She sports high cheek bones, full lips, and a perfect jawline, topped with somewhat messy brown hair, more often than not pulled into a pony-tail behind her head.
So she's really quite attractive, if you dig scars and tattoos of course. Over her right eye and nose are four scars that go from just above her eyebrow to a little under her cheek bone, though that doesn't take from her stunning green eyes.
Her scars continue all around her body, from a slash here and there, to one or two puckers along her shoulder and legs from errant arrows. Though battle worn, she continues the good fight.
Her body is also heavily tattooed, the most visible being a heart just between her eye and ear, along the cheek bone, a decorative piece not unlike a choker around her neck with four points that point outwards, and a tattooed necklace with a heart shaped pendant just above her cleavage.
Over the rest of her body are a myriad of other tattoos, though hidden while wearing long sleeves and clothes.
Clothes and Equipment: Captain O'Malley usually wears a green bandanna over her brown hair that matches her father's green and leather coat which she wears with pride, regardless of the holes and marks in the leather. Under the coat she wears a high collared cloth shirt with a long draw string which she leaves partly open, revealing the locket tattoo and cleavage beneath.
Her pants are soft to the touch and easy to run around in, and a matching green to her shirt and bandanna. Her boots and gloves are a matching pair of light brown, with the boots sporting steel caps, and her gloves having steel studs along the knuckles.
Finally, she wears a fancy belt, and sometimes an eyepatch over her left eye, especially when combat is a possibility.
Allegiances: Libertalia
Registered: Jul 9, 2019 18:50:09 GMT -8
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Post by Captain "Johnnie" O'Malley on Sept 2, 2019 18:11:06 GMT -8
The Sea Drake, a massive man o’ war and the flagship of the Libertalian fleets, sits in the bay with its sails up and anchored lowered, looking as majestic as the day it first set sail. Its white sails, clean and meticulously maintained, almost glow a faint yellow in the late morning sun. Atop its main mast sits the Libetalian flag, one that was once feared across the oceans, but it’s white woman, cutlass brandished in one hand, a scale in the other, had taken on a new meaning since the island was founded, forty years prior. To old salts, it still may tug at their stomach, but to the young, it represents only a nation and the stories of old. Its crew remains busy, even after the ship had dropped anchor. Most go about cleaning the decks, singing shanties, and making ready to go ashore for their own reasons, at least those who had earned a day of leave. Longboats are lowered into the water below, along with the ladders, allowing the crew to get to shore without leveraging the Drake into a pier. First on the longboats is the Captain’s procession. Standing at the end of the boat is Captain Johnnie O’Malley, wearing a fancy, perfectly maintained white coat with a dark yellow trim and a leather collar that stretches over her shoulders. Underneath, she wears a white shirt and a dark green corset that matches her trousers. Around her waist, a belt with a large buckle, the clasp shaped like a parrot’s wing, the leather matching both her gloves and her boots. With her shirt open at the top, her tattoos are revealed, a fancy choker crosses her neck, and the tattoo of an amulet sits across her chest in a matching style. Clasped at once side is a large, jewel encrusted, ceremonial looking cutlass, while at the other a more practical looking weapon, but nonetheless impressive with its golden guard and respectably plain leather sheath. Her hair is brushed and tied back behind her head, which is quite different for the so-called pirate queen, but today is a day worth making the effort for. With her hair out of her face, and without her usual eyepatch, her pretty face is clear as day, with her high cheek-bones, chiseled jawline, and confident smirk. Though good looking, her face is still blemished by four claw scars that cross her right eye, scars that she wears with pride. She’s joined by her first mate, Alaris Fontaine, a gorgeous elven woman with tanned skin, black hair, and an aura of elegance that betrays the simple shirt, trousers, and sandals that she chooses to wear, and perhaps even more notably Iron Bill, an almost golem-like creature, encased in thick metal armour and emanating a dull orange light through the opening of his helmet. Over his shoulder is a harpoon attached to a long chain that disappears into an opening in his armour. Of course a ‘queen’ isn’t without an armed escort. Behind the duo of Johnnie and Fontaine are some of her best men, all in a uniform of a long, good looking coat, fine but functioning boots, and a fancy ruffled shirt, though they all take different shapes. Two Northlander men and a woman, with their heights and broad shoulders, a pair of Dwarves, only about half the height but just as broad, a cheeky looking sea-nomad Av’, with his shirt open, horns swept back, and a mischievous grin on his face, and a pair of humans to make up the rear guard. Finally, the longboat, followed by another handful loaded with goods for trade and sailors for leave, approach many of the long piers that make up the docks. Being the leader that she is, O’Malley is the first up the ladder and onto land, a long smile across her lips. Isra doesn’t seem as bad as she remembered, and definitely not as bad as some of her people like to make it seem. The sun is shining, the people are busy, and there’s trade to be made. That meant, above all things, money and prosperity. At least that’s the hope. Once her entourage is on land and taking in the sights, the woman peers around for a sign post or guard. She didn’t expect any sort of welcome party, she didn’t much care for that sort of thing, but she did want to get down to business. Finally, the captain spots a bored looking guard. “Morning,” she says as she approaches, followed only by Fontaine and Bill. Her guards watch on, but otherwise seem relaxed. “Captain O’Malley, Libertalian Admiralty.” Read: big boss bitch. “Need you to point out the directions to the Citadel, I’m expected to see your Empress.” She rests a hand on her cutlass and gives the guard her best winning smile.
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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 Dec 22, 2019 4:52:37 GMT -8
The carriage ride to Port Silverion is bumpy but otherwise uneventful. Naoki comments that the weather seems good for sailing, if a bit chilly, and resolves that she will have this road paved in the coming year, such that it won’t be so hellishly bumpy next time.
As The Empress’s procession enters the Port, the on-duty guards stand at attention and salute as The Empress passes. She doesn’t see, as the curtains are drawn, but she hears them. Naoki listens intently as they pass through the gate, ears up and swiveling. She hears the clip-clop-clip-clop of horseshoes on cobblestone, certainly, but of more interest to her are the other sounds — or lack thereof. They pass what she knows to be a busy market, but hear nothing. Not the usual cacophony of noise and hollering of a market, not clapping and cheering, nothing.
Outside, everyone has paused what they’re doing to watch the carriage pass. It’s not wholly silent, a few are bold enough to clap, but you're not supposed to be able to hear the gulls.
Naoki frowns. This silence says a lot about how her people perceive her, and she doesn’t like it. It would probably help if she were visible and waving, but she doesn’t want to embarrass Keph. Support is stronger in the city, but out here it seems as though she is feared more than she is loved.
The smell of seawater grows stronger by the minute, and it isn’t long before they reach the Naval dockyards. Now out of the public eye, Naoki opens the curtains and slides over to better see the ships as they pass by outside. There are the single-masted schooners, the larger frigates, and the larger-still Ships of The Line, taller than a house and brimming with ballistae. They pass by rows upon rows of ships; more piers are occupied than not. Only a small portion of the Imperial Navy’s vessels are at sea, and the rest are here collecting barnacles.
But at the far end of the dock, The Depravity puts them all to shame. It is comically large in comparison to all the other vessels, dwarfing even the Ships of the Line with its incredible bulk. Four piers are necessary for the mammoth vessel: one high and one low on both sides. It would be troublesome to try to count all of the masts, and one can only guess how many ballistae the ship could sport in times of war, upwards of a hundred, certainly. Though today The Depravity sits silent, a sleeping giant.
On the next pier over, in The Depravity’s shadow is moored The Indulgence, which — though much smaller — hardly seems modest in comparison. When compared to the ships around her, The Indulgence is a golden apple amongst potatoes. Though the other vessels are not necessarily dirty or in disrepair, The Indulgence, with its spotless red paint, pristine white sails, and extensive gilding, projects the very essence of opulence. Millions of gold must have gone into its construction; The Indulgence is entirely unapologetic about being the finest and by far fanciest example of naval engineering in the seas.
As promised, most of the preparation is already done. The sails are ready, the crew has boarded, and the carpet has been rolled down the gangplank. Only the cooks have yet to board — they’re off to one side, panicking that their delivery hasn’t arrived yet.
Mere moments after the carriage stops, the footman places stairs for her majesty to exit. But Naoki doesn’t move. Instead, she looks to Keph and motions to the door. “Ready?”
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Jan 2, 2020 19:40:38 GMT -8
Keph tapped at his chin. His eyebrows bouncing up-and-down as he went about lost in thought. While his feet followed Naoki, his head decided to enjoy the clouds a little longer. When he spotted one of the Empress' many servants, he raised a finger and then a quill. Both briefly lowered in a moment of uncertainty, before again raising with a tid bit more of that certainty. 「Could he get Keph a small basket of apples?」It felt odd to have the power to order people about. He considered calling the servant back, but it was far too late, as he immediately made pace to appease the Empress' guest in hopes of remaining in her good will and unluckily, the lack of eyes on the back of one's head would make any desperate writings as effective as his voice.
He sighed. A pit formed in his stomach, luckily he'd soon get to fill it.
Keph sped up his walk, catching up with Naoki, and walking by her side. This was better, right? Walking by her side as opposed to chasing after her, that was a lot more dignified of him. He quickly realizes he might be overthinking this too much - Naoki (and unluckily other women) had that effect on him - but soon even this thought is up for debate.
As an excessive amount of argument rages in the Council of Kephs (located deep within the young man's mind), they reach the carriage, waiting for him is a few servants with that basket of apples. They look out of breath, no doubt from the hurry they were put through. The basket is delivered to Keph, the council of mini-hims in his mind are put at ease, and with all being well, he steps into the carriage with Naoki.
=========///========= The bumpy ride doesn't perturb him much. He was used to travelling in far worse conditions than these. Ironically, he doesn't make much conversation, the fruit apparently providing him with sufficient company.
Keph manages to miss the subtle lack of sound within the busy marketplace. His hands maneuvering around the curtains to chuck out apple stumps, their flesh having been brutally ripped away. From the outside, all the crowd would see was a man engorging himself in the pleasures of the elite, although the little clothing they'd seen from his arm lacking the usual luxurious textiles that noblemen tended to adorn.
With the sudden halt of the carriage, Keph is reminded of where he is. His eyes wandering, mind somehow having forgotten about Naoki and their date. How rude of him. He peers into the basket, only a single apple remained, which he hastily offered to the Empress with an embarrassed smile. Taken or not, he follows her lead out of vehicle.
His eyes go wide and mouth agape at the splendor of some of Isra's ships. Back home, the biggest you could find is your average longboat, and even those could take months to build. The Depravity draws so many questions, the biggest of them being: "how?"
The words 'Leviathan's domain' are mouthed, motions a bit off due to the lack of speaking experience.
He points at the ship, face shifting from surprise, to confusion, to slight existential horror. At that very moment, Keph felt small, impossibly small. There was nothing larger than his god, Leviathan, and only once seeing that ship did he quite realize what some 'impossibly large' meant - or rather realized that he could not.
Even as the two step onto the Indulgence, his eyes stay locked on the colossal vessel, gaze and thoughts only broken by Naoki's soothing tone.
He was pale, paler than usual. He took a deep breath, gulped, and then finally nodded.
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Empress Naoki
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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 Jan 21, 2020 14:09:26 GMT -8
Disembarking the carriage with the apple in her pocket, Naoki adopts the title of Empress, standing up a little straighter, moving with the dignity and purpose she is known for. She makes a point of maintaining the royal pretense with so many eyes on her and does so with relative ease. Even so, she registers Keph’s reaction with some amount of concern. She expected him to be impressed, but not… alarmed. “It’s rather large, isn’t it?” She teases, mostly because it seems appropriate to do so. He mouths something, but she doesn’t catch it. Once they’ve boarded and she’s received the nod from Keph, The Empress signals to the captain who, in turn, sounds the order to cast off. The sailors launch into action, withdrawing the gangplank, undoing the mooring lines, and bringing down the mainsail. Within moments the ship is off, picking up speed as it starts out of the harbor. When she looks over, Keph is still looking pale. Naoki frowns. That won’t do. Interposing herself between Keph and The Depravity, Naoki pulls Keph into an impromptu hug, squeezing him close for a moment before stepping back (creful not to impale herself on his spikes). Given that she’s wearing boots on top of the height difference, she thinks that ought to be an effective remedy to his paleness. That done, Naoki smirks and beckons toward the front of the ship, suggesting that he follow. [Exit to Isra - Meridian Sea Lanes]
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