Rococo Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 37
Physical Description: She has the Fletcher family's trademark white hair, worn long; deep blue eyes and a face sprinkled with freckles. She stands at 5'11" tall enough to peer over the heads of most women and look a knight in the eye. She dresses a little like a rakish pirate, with a flouncy white shirt and under-bust black corset. Black velvet trousers and leather knee boots with spurs complete the ensemble, often topped by a short cape adorned with a large flower pinned to the lapel.
Clothes and Equipment: Rococo travels everywhere with her baby, carried in a sling under her cape, or bundled in her arms. His name is Chocolate Boy. If you look closely there is something a little "off" about this infant, but if you look too closely then Rococo may plant a dagger into your leg. Rococo wears her dagger strapped to her thigh and has a couple of other small knives and little tools about her person as well as multiple pouches of what she calls "ingredients", although it is unclear what they are ingredients for.
Player's online availability : Around :D
Registered: Apr 18, 2018 8:50:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rococo Fletcher on Aug 5, 2018 12:59:31 GMT -8
Rococo returned shortly with two sailors. A very busty and well-muscled woman with her curly hair protruding from a stripy kerchief and arms full of tattoos, and a lanky old Jack Tar with his hair in a queue and tobacco going round and round in his mouth. “Boys!” she called, addressing Roy and Rainier, “These two will show us to the Islands of Paradise.” She took Chocolate Boy from Roy’s arms and rocked him as she stage-whispered to Rainier, “You’ll need to pay them extra as they say the islands are cursed. I’m sure the church can cover it though. The Goddess has an abundance of holy wealth, does she not?” Rococo rummaged in a leather satchel and produced two amulets attached to cords of what seemed to be braided hair. “There you go, Elsie. Albert,” she addressed them as she put one of the cords around each of their necks. “Rowan berries, natural glass, and fingerbones of --- erm… never you mind,” she explained. The two sailors got to work doing sailor business and soon they were out to see, sailing towards the western horizon.
Rococo wandered up and down the deck with Chocolate Boy. She seemed to be listening to him and frowning, then passed a daggerlike glance to Roy. Striding back to her cousin she plucked him from whatever conversation he was having with Rainier and hissed “He says you tried to pass him onto the damned priest! What did I tell you about keeping him away from Rainier?!” She looked ready to slap Roy as her face had blushed pink with anger. “It is vital that you listen to what I say, if you don’t want to die! Or should I just push you into the sea right now, and without your clogs, if you are so eager to meet your doom!”
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Aug 23, 2018 19:03:24 GMT -8
As the boat took off, Roy sat quietly on a crate, enjoying the rocking of the boat. He watched the two sailors going about their duties, munching on a bar of chocolate. When he was younger, he'd had the tendency to get seasick whenever he was on the water. After travelling all the way across the sea to Tawakoshi in a fish's mouth, though, he'd gotten used to it. However, when his aunt Rococo stalked her way up to him, he felt just as sick as the first time he'd been on a boat and had gotten caught in a storm moments after leaving harbor. He'd seen her listening to Chocolate Boy's whispers, and had imagined all the awful things he'd told her. However, when she accused him of trying to hand the creature off to Rainier, he realized that it was worse than he'd thought. He leaned back away from her, desperate to escape...but there was nowhere to run on such a tiny vessel.
"I'm sorry! I thought it would be ok, it was only going to be for a moment...besides, he didn't take him anyway! I won't do it again, I promise...please don't throw me down there! There's all sorts of frightening things down there! Sharks, whales, squids, jellyfish, very large lobsters...who knows what's waiting down there to swallow us up? I'm so very sorry, Aunt Rococo, I won't do it again.."
He scooted back as far as he could on the crate, wishing that an albatross would pick him up and carry him off to save him from his aunt's wrath. Glancing over towards his uncle, he pleaded silently for the man to rescue him, praying that the man would help to convince Rococo not to throw him overboard.
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Rainier Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 42
Physical Description: Rainier towers above most of his peers, standing at 6'7". His rather thin body, caused by years of abstinence, is hidden underneath the folds of his cassock.
His thin and angular face hides his true nature, making him appear stern with his roman nose, high and sharp cheek bones, thin lips, and prominent jaw. His green eyes twinkle with intelligence and humor known only to him. Like the other natural born members of the Fletcher clan, he was born with white hair, that would grow thick on his head if it wasn't tonsured.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rainier is a priest of the Church of Varafel by vocation, and thus is equipped like one. He has two cassocks, one white, and the other black, and he carries the spare in his satchel. He tries to keep his black leather shoes glossy for all occasions, but that often proves impossible as he walks everywhere. For rainy weather, he has a dark gray cassock.
His personal belongings are stowed in a grey canvas bag slung across his body, and include: his prayer book, his ink and spare quills, a journal, a pen knife, and his gold wire rimmed spectacles for when he has to read.
He also has a quarter staff he uses as a walking stick, and if needs be, for self defense.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 7:28:30 GMT -8
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Post by Rainier Fletcher on Aug 25, 2018 7:05:49 GMT -8
All hopes young master Roy had for salvation from Rainier was probably going to be for naught, as Rainier found himself rather sea sick, clutching onto the railing of the yacht as he leaned over. If Rainier hadn't been eating so little because of his lifestyle, there might have been something that came up with the excruciating dry heaves as they clamped onto his abdomen. Rainier was near oblivious to the spat that was occurring behind him.
Finally, Rainier felt like he had some control over his spasming stomach, and managed to stand upright. Rainier let out a deep, long sigh as he saw Rococo menacing young master Roy. Seeing the quite obvious distress on young master Roy's face, Rainier fought his way over to the other side of the heaving deck, planting himself between Rococo and young master Roy.
"He needed only a break Rococo, and nothing happened to your child. This is a trip to say young master Royal, not to throw him overboard. Let. It. Go."
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Rococo Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 37
Physical Description: She has the Fletcher family's trademark white hair, worn long; deep blue eyes and a face sprinkled with freckles. She stands at 5'11" tall enough to peer over the heads of most women and look a knight in the eye. She dresses a little like a rakish pirate, with a flouncy white shirt and under-bust black corset. Black velvet trousers and leather knee boots with spurs complete the ensemble, often topped by a short cape adorned with a large flower pinned to the lapel.
Clothes and Equipment: Rococo travels everywhere with her baby, carried in a sling under her cape, or bundled in her arms. His name is Chocolate Boy. If you look closely there is something a little "off" about this infant, but if you look too closely then Rococo may plant a dagger into your leg. Rococo wears her dagger strapped to her thigh and has a couple of other small knives and little tools about her person as well as multiple pouches of what she calls "ingredients", although it is unclear what they are ingredients for.
Player's online availability : Around :D
Registered: Apr 18, 2018 8:50:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rococo Fletcher on Sept 6, 2018 12:55:03 GMT -8
“You should be more worried about the dangerous things up here,” Rococo hissed, as Roy reeled off an array of sea creatures that might cause him harm. “You had better not,” her nose was less than an inch from his own, her index finger, with fairly sharp nail, was poking him in the breastbone to punctuate every syllable. But Roy was apologising, and after all, he was her favourite nephew… so she was mollified enough not to grab him by his lapels and dangle him over the side of the yacht. Just then, she heard Rainier’s voice, and wheeled to face him, looking angrier than ever.
“What business is it of yours, priest? Perhaps I should send you overboard instead! After all, fate has nothing planned for your worthless person - no visions of good or ill to stay my hand. I shan’t be sorry if a giant lobster breaks you into chunks with those razor sharp claws. Give me one good reason not to ----“ She was advancing on him with a look of menace, her features twisted in hatred of the priest whose only saving grace, according to Rococo was that he was a relative, but her attention was caught by something else before she reached him.
“LAND AHOY!” called out Elsie, the busty and piratical looking sailor, and Rococo became still, instead focusing her attention in the direction they were heading. She beckoned to Albert, and the old sailor passed her a rather weather-beaten old telescope. “Hm, I don’t see anything,” she said, scanning the horizon.
“Higher, m’lady,” said Elsie, and Rococo raised the glass, a smile of excitement spreading across her face. In the distance, she saw in islands suspended in the air, as if hanging from the clouds. “Roy! Roy, look at this! The sky islands! You’re not going to die! You’re not going to die!” she exclaimed, in pure joy, and Chocolate Boy gave a small gurgle of a baby’s laugh. She passed the telescope to Roy, and gave a small sigh, perhaps of relief. Her enmity with Rainier had temporarily evaporated, as her visions were proven to be correct.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on May 28, 2019 13:44:21 GMT -8
Soldiers, sailors and deckhands scurried about the docks to prepare for the imminent arrival of Her Eminence. Gothmog stalked between the port side of the Carrier Blade of Dawn and the starboard side of the sloop Audacious . Behind him, the recently constructed Ship of the Line Defiance had just taken on the last of its supplies. Gothmog deftly sidestepped a griffin and its handler, ducked under a swinging crane, took a swig of grog and stood before the fourth ship of this little flotilla, the Indulgence. It would be the first relatively unarmed ship he had ever commanded, but since it was carrying the Empress herself...well he had little choice. Its furnishings were...excessive in his opinion, but then again he slept in a hammock.
Edan, a land he had never heard of save in the legends and ramblings of old washed-up and drunken sailors, was now his destination. Ten years ago, he never would have thought he'd be anything more than a highly successful pirate surrounded by wenches and grog.
His inner thoughts were interrupted by the criers announcing the arrival of the Empress and her caravan. Gothmog turned on his heel and made hi way down to the entrance of the docks, in order to greet the Empress properly. The fervor that had been present on the way down the dock was worse now, everyone trying to wrap up their last bits of voyage preparation, knowing the the Captain would tolerate no delay to the Empress's journey.
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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 31, 2019 17:04:53 GMT -8
The Empress’s Carriage arrives. It’s easy to distinguish on account of its unique armored construction and mounted escort, in addition to the heralds proclaiming its arrival. After a moment, the door opens, and The Empress emerges, blinking. For this occasion, she has chosen to wear a long, double-breasted overcoat in what other than deep red. She steps down into a formation of Imperial Sentinels and takes a few steps away from the carriage. The formation moves with her and bends to accommodate as she stretches. The ride from Isra to Port Silverion was of trivial length in comparison to the coming voyage, but it’s always good to stretch after a nap. The Empress gestures for the formation to part such that she might survey the docks. … It seems as though the ships are more or less prepared. Sails are hung, flags are flying, crates are being stowed, and ah—there’s Gothmog. Difficult to miss, he is. Acknowledging the captain with a nod, The Empress glances back toward her carriage and behind it, where the second carriage has arrived with her trunks. They’ll need those along with the rest of her entourage before departing, but she isn't in any particular hurry.
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Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Jun 2, 2019 19:04:30 GMT -8
Deidra took a deep breath to steady herself within the carriage. She was finally doing it. The weight of what she was doing was weighing heavily on her. Anything that went wrong would be reflected not only on her but her family, her friends, and the mainland as a whole. Any misstep she or any of those selected made would set the precedent for centuries. No pressure. Deidra's head flopped back for a moment, her eyes closed as Gundulf on her shoulder growled softly trying to encourage her. She'd made her bed already. She'd come this far. She'd see it through to the end. It wasn't like she could call this all off at this point. Whatever happened- happened. She had to try. With that in mind did she rise from her seat finally, startling the footman who had been waiting uncertainly for her to dismount. She didn't take the offered hand as she hopped down onto the docks. She wore Gundulf as her full armor, his heavy weight a familiar comfort in such uncertain times. Her long sword rest affixed to her hip, ready at a moment's notice. A change from her typical appearance though, she wore her royal circlet, announcing her royal blood to those who recognized it. The gem that rested against her forehead swirled ominously, and those that came near could sense the ancient energy that filled the crystal. There was old magic at work on the crystal. Only those worthy of the throne of the mortal realm of Edan had the ability to wear the enchanted item. The fate of those unworthy was gruesome to say the least. She had been worried that morning as she put it on if she had fallen out of favor, but as she set it upon her brow, it resonated as strongly as it ever had- somehow sensing after all this time they would be journeying home. Deidra looked around at the ships on the docks, internally glad Naoki had listened to her requests not to bring warships. It was one less thing to worry about. Thinking of the humanoid just as Gundulf did, she scanned around until she saw the empress and made her way to follow her to the large man on the docks. She was a bit behind but with her long strides she caught up just as Naoki reached the giant.
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Knight-Captain Calgary
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 138
Age: 24
Physical Description: A fitting description is tall, dark, and handsome. He is tall, coming in at about 6'4" and weighing 225lbs, he is one if the largest Dawn Riders. He has brown eyes, and keeps his black hair close to his scalp.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a full set of heavy plate armor, as does his Griffin. He wields a large shield and a larger maul. No ranged weapons of any sort, though he does have an Isran banner flying off the back of his Griffin
Registered: May 12, 2016 9:42:25 GMT -8
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Post by Knight-Captain Calgary on Jun 4, 2019 8:28:09 GMT -8
The Sentinels were not the only escort afforded to the Empress, a single squad of Dawn Riders also accompanied the carriage, led by the Dawn Rider's commanding officer, Stirling Calgary.
He was clad in some of the finest armor made by Isran artificers, both uniform and armor kept to an immaculate appearance. A standard that his griffin, Skye, also maintained. Her feathers sheened in the light of the day, her armor nearly as reflective as a mirror. The Riders accompanying him were held to a similar standard, and in them was the embodiment of Isran military might, some of the best soldiers to ever serve the Empire.
Calgary rode his griffin up beside those disembarking the carriage and took in the sights with them.
"I don't think we could ask for a finer day for the start of the voyage, Empress." He said, offering her a salute. His Riders dispersed to the Carrier to get their mounts ready for the long journey.
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Torrin Delmirev
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 31
Physical Description: This silvery dragonborn is truly massive to behold, at nearly eight feet tall with bulging muscles and some well-groomed scales. He keeps his teeth shiny white, and polishes his scales regularly. He usually smells of mint, and is completely cold to the touch.
Clothes and Equipment: Torrin keeps his armor as clean as his scales, and it is even a matching grey color. His armor is thick and heavy, limiting his speed in running, but making him all but impervious to most weaponry. He wields a fairly wicked looking sword, both ceremonial and functional amongst his people, as well as shield emblazoned with a silver dragon on it in honor of his ancestors.
Registered: Feb 17, 2017 16:12:58 GMT -8
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Post by Torrin Delmirev on Jun 4, 2019 9:45:28 GMT -8
Torrin watched everything that occurred on the docks, the Empress never leaving his sight for more than a moment. His massive armored form towered behind her, silent as the rest of the Sentinels as they took up positions around her. For the time being, Deidra was also under their protection, as she was a royal guest of the Empress herself.
The final arrangements for security had been decided upon earlier that week, and he was happy to see that they were being followed to the letter. A squad of Isran Marines stood at the end of the dock, keeping away any curious bystanders while another began to order away any dock workers whose job was done, as they no longer needed to be there.
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Elizabeth Von Ravenholdt
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: 32
Physical Description: Violet eyes and ebony hair accentuates the nearly marble-white skin of Elizabeth. Groomed and cared for in excruciating detail, her features are well kept. A mixture of magic and alchemical means.
Elizabeth is shorter than average, around 5'4".
Clothes and Equipment: Mostly black accentuated with white. Her clothes are tailored and fit. She usually wears some sort of heeled boot, reaching to just above the knee, with lace stockings reaching nearly to her hips.
Upon her hip is a rapier, an elegant sword for dueling.
Allegiances: Isra
Registered: May 28, 2019 18:01:18 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Von Ravenholdt on Jun 4, 2019 12:03:38 GMT -8
The Company Frigate, Endurance shifted in her moorings as the water lapped at the side of the timber. Elizabeth had taken the ship from the Company Docks to the Free Docks, a short journey. She now made her way toward the Empress and her guests, hands clasped behind her backs as her heels thudded against the dock.
Elizabeth stopped a few steps behind the titan of a Commodore. More than double her height, at least, the shadow cast by his form was large enough to block the sun from her eyes.
"Commodore." Her voice was silky, yet measured. A light hint of restraint. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance at last, though, I hadn't believed my associates when they said you made mountains envious. Perhaps I should have listened, and brought a chair to stand on."
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jun 4, 2019 12:56:28 GMT -8
Gothmog saluted the Empress and barely acknowledged the others with, save for a respectful nod to Calgary.
"Empress Naoki, the Indulgence awaits your presence onboard." He gestured towards the leisure craft with a sweep of his hat, stepping to the side to allow the royal party a full view of the ship.
As he heard the voice behind him he turned, almost missing the woman below but letting out a chuckle at her comment.
"Ah! Lady Ravenholdt, our Company representative. It would have to be quite the chair, but I am glad to hear that your wit is as sharp as my sword. I am looking forward to working with you." He said with a rather flirtatious tone and a wink.
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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 4, 2019 20:35:40 GMT -8
Ears pivoting this way and that, The Empress observes quietly, nodding to Calgary when he approaches. There isn’t anything particularly pleasant about the docks themselves, but it’s very easy to feel pride in this display of Isran might—and her new ship!
It was determined some ago that The Empress would need another ship. The Depravity is the biggest and best, but to sail it requires hundreds of trained sailors. For times like these, The Indulgence is a more modest affair in size only. While retaining the shape and most important features of a warship, it is seemingly unarmed, having instead devoted that space to bedrooms, a dining hall, and even a spa. While she did briefly inspect the ship at its ceremonial launch, this will be its first voyage, and The Empress is very much looking forward to it.
But before that, introductions are in order.
“Gothmog, this is Deidra Nofaló. Crown Princess of Edan. Deidra, this is Gothmog Bloodsail — a finer captain you’ll not find. ” Naoki gestures from one to the other and back. “It will be between the two of you to successfully navigate us through The Mists.”
Based on what she’s heard from Deidra and her knowledge of how these things tend to work, The Empress doubts that the entire flotilla will reach Edan. Deidra herself can only be on one ship, and large expeditions into The Mists have historically… not gone well, let’s say.
Regardless, that’s one worry that Naoki isn’t responsible for. She ordered the ship to be loaded with extra supplies; even if they are separated from the fleet, The Indulgence ought to be able to carry out her mission and return safely.
“I will see to it that these things are stowed properly,” The Empress declares, motioning toward her luggage, now making its way down the dock. “Join me at your leisure, and we can depart just as soon as we’re ready.”
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Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Jun 6, 2019 5:14:30 GMT -8
Deidra nodded at Naoki's words before she stepped forward and extended a hand up towards Gothmog. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Sir Bloodsail. I commend you for taking on this journey. There are not many that would dare to make this trek. I will provide you with guidance throughout the trek but I forewarn you, I may ask strange things of you the closer we draw to my homeland. You will have to follow my instruction to the letter if we care to get through and in one piece." Deidra said by way of introduction- not being one for many pleasantries especially when there was work to be done. She nodded to the other woman that had approached.
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Elizabeth Von Ravenholdt
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: 32
Physical Description: Violet eyes and ebony hair accentuates the nearly marble-white skin of Elizabeth. Groomed and cared for in excruciating detail, her features are well kept. A mixture of magic and alchemical means.
Elizabeth is shorter than average, around 5'4".
Clothes and Equipment: Mostly black accentuated with white. Her clothes are tailored and fit. She usually wears some sort of heeled boot, reaching to just above the knee, with lace stockings reaching nearly to her hips.
Upon her hip is a rapier, an elegant sword for dueling.
Allegiances: Isra
Registered: May 28, 2019 18:01:18 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Von Ravenholdt on Jun 17, 2019 9:05:17 GMT -8
"And I you, Commodore Bloodsail. Once upon the Indulgence I'm sure we'll have plenty of time."
Elizabeth performed a low curtsy when the Empress and Deidra approached. She knew nothing of the blonde, but if she was traveling with the Empress, she was undoubtedly special. Standing straight and smoothing her dress, she smiled and decided to speak.
"And I," Her voice rose, "Am Elizabeth Von Ravenholdt, Ambassador for the Trading Company of Isra." Clasping her hand behind her back, she shrugged her shoulders. "I bring with me gifts to promote trade and partnership between our two nations."
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jun 17, 2019 12:52:29 GMT -8
The Commodore did not respond to Elizabeth beyond a toothy grin, turning to address the Empress. He swept his hat off in a low bow to Deidra.
"Pleasure to meet you, Princess. I have heard tale of your homeland, and am looking forward to this challenging journey. A true test for the Isran Navy's finest sailors." He said rather elegantly given his appearance.
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Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Jun 18, 2019 7:49:48 GMT -8
"Please, just call me Deidra. There's no need for ceremony." She told the commodore instinctively, but she gave both people a smile as she inclined her head to them both.
"Well met Miss Ravenholdt. I thank you for your contribution. I believe the council will be intrigued by the treasures you bring." She said politely to the woman. There were those on the council hard to impress, thinking they'd seen just about everything the world had to offer. She really hoped there might be something to get them to rethink their notions. She turned back to the commodore then. "They will surely be tested. Especially those vessels not directly carrying me. Should anything seem amiss, call for me and I will advise as I can."
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Viktoriya Perekupnik
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 27
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A woman whose striking appearance matches her extravagant personality. Viktoriya sports strong, almost untamed features, fitting for a woman who grew up on the dangerous outlands of the steppe. She stands at a slender 5'6", with a slim but toned form, one that betrays her initial impressions as a helpless little merchant woman. She has a narrow waist, wide hips, and surprisingly broad shoulders.
Her face is angular, defined, with prominent cheek bones, full crimson lips, sharp, whispy brows, and striking chocolate eyes. Her nose is a subtle pale slope that sticks out prominently from her face. A small beauty mark punctuates the left corner of her lips. She sports a strong, chiseled jaw. Her hair is long and wavy, a gentle auburn like autumn leaves, usually bound in some sort of loose braid. She often smells of expensive perfume, a berry or floral fragrance.
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Clothes and Equipment: Viktoriya is a woman of lavish tastes. She certainly likes to flaunt her wealth, and unabashedly adorns herself with expensive clothing and accessories. Most of the time you can find her wearing some sort of flowing dress with frilled edges, long sleeves, and gorgeous embossed patterns, usually fabrics dyed a combination of royal green, regal white, and ruby red. Her head is usually adorned with a beautiful kokoshnik covered in precious gemstones and pearls, sometimes accompanied by a lace or silken veil. Her fingers usually sport a wide array of finely crafted rings, bangles, and bracelets. A collar of pearl and gemstone necklaces hangs from her neck. Like many among the hetamanate, furs become a common part of her outfit, usually cloaked in some sort of beautiful fur shawl or cloak made of everything from fox to sable. In cold weather or amongst her hetamanate comrades, she's more likely to be sporting a black sheepskin or red fox fur papakha. Rabbit or mink fur gloves are a common accessory in colder climates. Indicative of her hidden readiness in combat, Viktoriya usually wears pants beneath her dress, and can almost always been found walking around in a pair of sturdy leather boots.
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Unlike your typical tradeswoman of a more delicate culture or upbringing, Viktoriya walks the market clearly armed. A shashka hangs from either hip, red cord with frilled baubles hanging from the hilt of either blade. A Khanjali dagger is usually tucked away somewhere hidden but easily accessed on her person, a last line of defense, and something she can usually stow away if asked to disarm amongst her more cowardly business partners.
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Allegiances: The Hetamanate, Giant's Hand
Registered: Jul 10, 2019 16:15:24 GMT -8
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Post by Viktoriya Perekupnik on Jul 15, 2019 6:57:00 GMT -8
By the time they had cleared the seawall, had their cargo inspected by the Port Authority, unloaded the ship, and made contact with their buyers to arrange transport for the goods, the sun had just begun to sink the sky. The soft citrine glow on the dark waves of the dock waters was beautiful, the cool evening air fresh as it gently danced across her skin. The stoic merchant took a heavy sigh, her broad shoulders deflating with the bellowed breath in a mix of exhaustion and relief. Their trip had been undeniably stressful, straining her patience and body in kind, and today had no shortage of arduous tasks and annoying protocols she'd had to work through with the crew. For the first time in weeks she was free of the stink of seamen, grog, and salt, her first moments alone on solid land in weeks. She wanted nothing more than to stretch her legs a bit and unwind with something relaxing...something fun.
For a sharp eyed merchant few activities were a more enjoyable time than a search for a good deal at the local markets, and Viktoriya loved to shop. Her extravagant attire was indicative of her preoccupation with expensive and beautiful things, and she was happy to be back in her typical flowing frilled dress, glittering pearl coated kokoshnik, and regal mink fur shawl. On the ship she'd been forced into simpler, more functional attire, but here she could let her fashionable wings fly. Wandering the markets would serve a second purpose to the ever efficient businesswoman: familiarizing herself with the port and the merchant stands, as well as getting her name out there just a little amongst the local market. Viktoriya had never come to Isran before, and so networking and learning the lay of the land were of urgent importance for her success here in the coming weeks. If she could work on her business ventures and have an enjoyable evening, then that was certainly the ideal. If she was lucky, she might even hit it off with a prospective business partner, surely Isran had a great number of unique products which would sell quite well back in Giant's Hand and amongst her Free Men brothers and sisters at home.
The people of Isra were diverse and fantastical, even so far as the typical menagerie would expect in a conglomerate of travelers at an average port, seemingly wholly unbound by any one distinct mark of culture, race, or creed. In some ways the port reminded her of home, the conglomerate of runaways, travelers, and quacks that made up her own people. She had to fight her instinctive desire to stare as unfamiliar and odd creatures passed her on the narrow streets between the warehouses and trade guilds. As she approached the pop up markets a creature of particular peculiarity caught her interest. A lizard that stood like a man, taller than herself by some notable measure, adorned in a mosaic of plant life and fungus. It was certainly an odd look, but in spite of her guttural reactions, Viktoriya knew it foolish to discredit based solely on looks, that was an easy way to miss out on some of the best opportunities the trading world had to offer, and after all, she wasn't particularly mundane in her own appearance. Her eyes lingered on the figure as she continued forward, her unkempt Free Man translator in tow, his hair cut in a scraggled chupryna, hair damaged by sea salt, a bushy moustache accenting his slender lip. She'd forced him into something respectable, a clean black chokha with silken white gloves and polished leather boots.
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Ye'svonne Airileth
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 36
Physical Description: Ye'svonne was of a humanoid race of reptiles. His skin was jagged and emerald. His eyes were sunlight yellow with jet black vertical slits as his pupils. He had two fangs, one on each side of his mouth that hanged out even when his mouth was closed, when open hundreds of fangs could be seen. His nails were long and bloodletting to the touch. He stood at about 5'6" while he was slouched and an even 6' when he stood straight up.
Clothes and Equipment: He wore ragged cloth and robe for he was quite poor. He bore a large pack on his back that folded out into a portable alchemists table. He wore a bandolier with pre made potions of varying color. His pack and himself was decorated with a multitude of flora a mushrooms.
Allegiances: His family.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 21, 2019 2:41:21 GMT -8
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Post by Ye'svonne Airileth on Jul 17, 2019 0:13:08 GMT -8
The first thing one would notice about Ye'svonne is that he was carrying far too much 'luggage' on him. His back protruded an enormous slab of wood with what looked like a back pack behind even that. He stood amidst other vendors but with a great deal of distance in between them. His hands clasped and his breaths practiced, his eyes closed. It would be easy to mistake him for praying but anyone watching for long enough or had seen him before would know better.
Eventually, the reptilian opened his eyes and pressed a hard, fanged smirk against his face. He unclasped his hands and placed them firmly on each side of the wooden slab. As he pulled it upward from its binds he balanced it delicately on his head. Easily the size of a hostel bed. While it lightly swayed, he pulled out from underneath it four legs that had been carefully hidden beneath the tables edges, and slammed it on the ground. It did not shake nor crack but sat there as if it belonged. He reached underneath it one more time to rise the sign he had built into it, which swung from two more wooden bars and rusting chains. The sign read Father of Lilies in common.
He stepped in front of the makeshift stand he had peeled from his back and bowed to the crowd while he spoke fervently.
"Ladiesss and gentlemen, apparitionsss and fauna. I bring to you my immortal crazeee. A craft as old as the clock itssself. Time offersss no protection from caustic daysss. When your blood isss thin and your eyesss produce no tearsss. I beg you succumb to the defeating of fearsss. One sip and your wildessst dreamsss will come true. Elixirsss born into life jussst for you."
After his bombastic, sing-songy display he whipped his backpack to the table and started pulling out numerous potions varying in color but all the same size. He coordinated them on his stand and pulled a nearby rock to sit criss cross on. His backpack laid in the center of the stand, taking up a great amount of space despite the potions surrounding it.
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Viktoriya Perekupnik
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 27
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
A woman whose striking appearance matches her extravagant personality. Viktoriya sports strong, almost untamed features, fitting for a woman who grew up on the dangerous outlands of the steppe. She stands at a slender 5'6", with a slim but toned form, one that betrays her initial impressions as a helpless little merchant woman. She has a narrow waist, wide hips, and surprisingly broad shoulders.
Her face is angular, defined, with prominent cheek bones, full crimson lips, sharp, whispy brows, and striking chocolate eyes. Her nose is a subtle pale slope that sticks out prominently from her face. A small beauty mark punctuates the left corner of her lips. She sports a strong, chiseled jaw. Her hair is long and wavy, a gentle auburn like autumn leaves, usually bound in some sort of loose braid. She often smells of expensive perfume, a berry or floral fragrance.
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Clothes and Equipment: Viktoriya is a woman of lavish tastes. She certainly likes to flaunt her wealth, and unabashedly adorns herself with expensive clothing and accessories. Most of the time you can find her wearing some sort of flowing dress with frilled edges, long sleeves, and gorgeous embossed patterns, usually fabrics dyed a combination of royal green, regal white, and ruby red. Her head is usually adorned with a beautiful kokoshnik covered in precious gemstones and pearls, sometimes accompanied by a lace or silken veil. Her fingers usually sport a wide array of finely crafted rings, bangles, and bracelets. A collar of pearl and gemstone necklaces hangs from her neck. Like many among the hetamanate, furs become a common part of her outfit, usually cloaked in some sort of beautiful fur shawl or cloak made of everything from fox to sable. In cold weather or amongst her hetamanate comrades, she's more likely to be sporting a black sheepskin or red fox fur papakha. Rabbit or mink fur gloves are a common accessory in colder climates. Indicative of her hidden readiness in combat, Viktoriya usually wears pants beneath her dress, and can almost always been found walking around in a pair of sturdy leather boots.
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Unlike your typical tradeswoman of a more delicate culture or upbringing, Viktoriya walks the market clearly armed. A shashka hangs from either hip, red cord with frilled baubles hanging from the hilt of either blade. A Khanjali dagger is usually tucked away somewhere hidden but easily accessed on her person, a last line of defense, and something she can usually stow away if asked to disarm amongst her more cowardly business partners.
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Allegiances: The Hetamanate, Giant's Hand
Registered: Jul 10, 2019 16:15:24 GMT -8
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Post by Viktoriya Perekupnik on Jul 17, 2019 6:08:21 GMT -8
It was certainly an extravagant display, and it was clearly part of the sell, or she assumed anyway. Why anyone would heft a massive wooden table around on their back waiting for customers to approach was beyond her, so either he was just setting up for the evening, or this showy pop up stall was part of his pitch. If it were the latter, she certainly thought it effective. It was undeniably eye-catching, and any hope she had of just walking past the curious reptile now was dashed quickly by intrigue. She glared at the bag and the potions pulled from it as the lizard remarked in a mysterious and eccentric spiel about the potions and their supposed magical ability to grant your greatest dreams. She was on guard as she approached the stall. Anything that promised something that sounded too good to be true, probably was. She was no mage, but she questioned how a potion could really possess that kind of capability. Perhaps he had just embellished, trying to upsell them. That was fine, every merchant did the same, to some extent. They must do something she figured. At the very least, it was worth inquiring further.
The gaudy merchantess approached the front of the table, her entourage, Vadym, right at her heels. Fortunately, the lizard spoke common tongue, and while her command of it was admittedly a little rusty, it meant she wouldn't have to speak through him much. She met the slit eyes of the merchant and gave a little smile with the corner of her lip.
"You certainly know how to grab the crowd's attention, no?" she remarked, before looking down at the bottles laid out on table, closely inspecting them, though she was smart enough to know not to touch unless the vendor did first. People lost hands being too touchy with valuable product. Again, she was a far shot from an alchemist, so it was hard to say for sure what precisely could be gleaned from these bottles. They certainly looked like other poultices and potions she had come across and purchased in the past. At that moment, she looked back up to the vendor.
"Forgive me, but I am actually not all too familiar with potions, could you tell me a little bit more what exactly it is you're selling here? I listened to your pitch, but it was...destitute in specifics, atleast to me, perhaps an untrained ear for potion sales. Could you elaborate for a clueless woman like me?" she asked, playing up an impression of being uneducated just a little bit more than she really was, hoping she could pull a bit more information out of the seller with such an impression.
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Ye'svonne Airileth
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 36
Physical Description: Ye'svonne was of a humanoid race of reptiles. His skin was jagged and emerald. His eyes were sunlight yellow with jet black vertical slits as his pupils. He had two fangs, one on each side of his mouth that hanged out even when his mouth was closed, when open hundreds of fangs could be seen. His nails were long and bloodletting to the touch. He stood at about 5'6" while he was slouched and an even 6' when he stood straight up.
Clothes and Equipment: He wore ragged cloth and robe for he was quite poor. He bore a large pack on his back that folded out into a portable alchemists table. He wore a bandolier with pre made potions of varying color. His pack and himself was decorated with a multitude of flora a mushrooms.
Allegiances: His family.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 21, 2019 2:41:21 GMT -8
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Post by Ye'svonne Airileth on Jul 17, 2019 8:36:58 GMT -8
And like that there was a bite. Regardless of the place this tactic never failed to catch at least one persons attention. Most would take one look at Ye'svonne and be confused and sometimes even afraid, especially after one of his displays. But this extravagant woman not only approached him; she asked him an array of questions. This could prove to be interesting. He tapped his fingers together and looked adamantly at Viktoriya.
"Most prefer when the pixiesss dance, wouldn't you agree? As for the concoctionsss..." With that sentiment he grabbed a strap on his backpack laid on the table and undid it. As he did, the backpack fell into a wide mat that held a multitude of powders, flowers and liquids all in tiny flasks. The inside of the pack revealed dozens of inner pockets where he carried his assortment of ingredients. He pulled a flower from behind his ear and took a bite of it.
"I speak gospel to those who wishhh to hear it. Though nothing is without its drawbacksss. I tailor these to the needsss of those interested. Godsss define usss at birth but I find that we can be our own if we will it. Augmentation, invigoration, restoration. THAT isss what I deal in. To amplify the abilitiesss of the already talented, or to push the limitsss of the wounded lamb. Tell me, friend. What isss it you desire?" Not only was his grin delicately odd, it was confident.
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