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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Aug 7, 2016 17:36:48 GMT -8
Near the southeastern portion of the mountains that crown the center of the island nation, this portal was once seen as a cursed path to an unknown world. An intimidating archway of strange stone carved with snakes, it was given a token honor guard out of a sense of tradition and superstition, and was otherwise left alone by the majority of the citizens of Esdara. Upon the cleansing of the Shaded Valley, it was discovered to connect to the Sky Portal. Now it serves as the main thoroughfare into the island from the lands below, and is heavily guarded by the Esdaran Winged Forces and a number of mages. (All seeking to enter into the nation proper who don't have the ability of flight must post here first. Those intending to exit Esdara without flight must also post in this thread and then exit via the Sky Portal.)
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Aug 10, 2016 8:11:28 GMT -8
Senior Wing Alcedis Vala led his elves to the gate, shaking out from their marching column of 5x5 to three rows, the first two of ten elves each and the third with a reserve of five. They halted a mere hundred feet from the gateway, weapons held at parade stance, Senior Wing Alcedis Vala stepping forward to be ten feet in front of the center of his line, and waited for something to happen.
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Aug 10, 2016 10:50:42 GMT -8
The forward force of Zanora Riders had arrived shortly before the unit of infantry, and the Riders who were stationed at the Door - little more than an honor guard that was frequently rotated out - were waiting for them, eager to hear the reasoning behind this unexpected bolstering of forces. Dasyra stood beside her zanora, grooming the eagle's feathers with gloved fingers as she watched the incoming troops. The Alcedis above her approached Vala and saluted.
"Greetings, Senior Wing Alcedis Vala. I'm Senior Wing Alcedis Indris, and this is my command. The advance force told us there was an important task that brought you here. What's the news?"
Dasyra tilted her head, listening closely. She was curious.
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Aug 10, 2016 11:26:01 GMT -8
Vala returned the salute, noting the Eagle Riders doing their best to listen to what he had to say, but the orders were for everyone, no secrets known only to the officers this time.
"It is a pleasure, Senior Wing Alcedis Indris. The Winged Crown of Grace has ordered us here based on a vision from the Winged One, that the portal will open and others will enter from beyond. If friendly, we escort them to the city, if hostile we are to destroy them or hold them back until we receive reinforcements, whatever the situation may warrant."
His tone stayed formal and professional, as befitted a mission handed to them by the Winged Crown of Grace, though his eyes swept the assembled Riders, recognizing most of them, except one with pinkish-purple hair, and he was fairly certain he would have remembered that.
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Aug 10, 2016 13:36:15 GMT -8
Indris took the news as professionally as Vala gave it, but those nearby began to murmur excitedly, and the news spread like wildfire. Dasyra looked toward the Door, which was about five hundred feet away from their garrison building, gazing at the writhing green smoke-like substance that filled the large archway. Interesting. So something, or someone, was going to be coming out of it. She turned back to watch as Indris nodded.
"I see. Well then, let's make sure we're prepared. RIDERS, to your places!"
The Riders all saluted and scurried off to do whatever it took to get ready. Dasyra patted her zanora on the chest and turned away, heading into the garrison building to don her armor. The whitish armor with silvery accents was pulled on over her blue uniform with the rapidity of long years of practice. Flipping her long purple braid behind her to keep it out of the way, she then grabbed her halberd and reemerged from the building, moving over to her zanora. Propping her halberd against the nearby wall, she grabbed her saddle and began to fasten it upon the giant bird's back.
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Aug 10, 2016 16:42:59 GMT -8
"Front rank, close up and present shields. Second and third ranks, bows at the ready, but do not nock an arrow. Whatever or whoever is coming through may be friendly, but they won't be if you put an arrow in them. If anyone shoots without the command, I will personally throw you off this island and then follow you down to make sure you don't get back up. We are under direct orders from the Winged Crown of Grace herself, and we will not disappoint her. We are the best of the best, now prove it!"
His voice was what all NCO's wanted their voices to be, and his troops grinned inwardly to themselves as he spoke. His threats were real, but they were also a facade, they knew that he knew they would perform admirably, but if he did not say that and they didn't perform admirably...he would be the one thrown off the island. Vala stepped forward, sword drawn and at his side as he looked over at Senior Wing Alcedis Indris, and he gave her a curt nod. The troops were ready for whatever was going to come through the portal.
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Aug 11, 2016 11:04:15 GMT -8
With the saddle firmly attached, she clambered up onto the zanora's back and strapped herself in, then grasped her halberd. With a simple whistle, the giant eagle spread its wings and took to the air. Within moments, Dasyra was circling in the skies above the other units with her fellow Riders, watching the Door closely. She felt a thrill of excitement up her spine. Something was going to happen. And soon.
"Looks like we'll have our answers before we thought we would, eh Terlin?" The eagle chirped at her, responding to the mental communication, more than actually hearing its name, and they wheeled about, dipping lower for a few moments then shooting back upward.
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Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 323
Age: Way too old for any shenanigans.
Physical Description: In her natural form, Va'nei is a dragon. A very very large dragon. She stands 90' tall at the shoulder, and her wingspan is 480'; her body is long and slender, for a dragon, at 230' long. Her tail is longer than that of the average dragon, longer even than the rest of her body at a total 270', and dwindles to a long, thin, prehensile point capable of great dexterity and precision. She is ancient and colossal, an earth dragon of great wisdom, and appears to be covered in leaves, moss, and vines. Her eyes are a vibrant shining gold in both forms. In her human shape, she is humorously small compared to her dragon form. An average 5'6" and slender, she has long green hair and lightly-tanned skin; her skin retains a faint iridescent scale pattern, seen in certain angles of light.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in her dragon shape, Va'nei carries no equipment. As a human, she wears layered green robes and a pair of thigh-high green heeled boots. She also wears a headband with a small feathered adornment just above her left ear, and a necklace comprised of carved crystal beads.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 11:13:10 GMT -8
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Post by Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden on Aug 12, 2016 20:01:56 GMT -8
Va'nei moved through the shining green surface of the portal and stopped. The earth here felt.. different. And she soon figured out why - they were hovering in the air. Thousands of feet in the air. What in the world..? Then she looked up, and saw armored troops flying around.. on giant eagles. Her brows shot upward in surprise as she lowered her line of sight and saw more armored men and women lined up, waiting to possibly attack them. Her golden eyes rounded, and she quickly threw her hands up, palms toward the ground forces, as she called out, trying to both forestall any violence and warn her companions as they stepped through the portal: Elizabeth Finch, Spero, Urist Ranulfin, Jun of the Celadine, Asadobres, and Leiron.
"Do not shoot! We are not here to do violence! We defeated a monster in a valley and stepped through a portal which led us here!"
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Spero
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: Roughly 6'2 with a 14' foot wing span. He has straight black hair that runs to mid back. His eyes are a bright shining silver, that occasionally flashes gold. He is as handsome as you would think an angel would be, though instead of the soft features his are rugged. He almost always has friendly, inviting, smile that puts others at ease.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of holy silver armor inlaid with gold. Holy spear, holy bow with quiver of holy arrows. A simple set of traveling clothes, and a back pack in which he stores his gear.
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Registered: Jan 29, 2016 14:24:06 GMT -8
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Post by Spero on Aug 12, 2016 20:24:12 GMT -8
Spero steps through lightly, looking around curiously just as before. Land floating in the sky? Quite the novelty on the material plan. Very interesting. The Seraphim turns to see all of the assembled troops and beams at them. He gives a friendly wave nonplussed by the threat of violence. After all his holy aura usually defused violence from the good aligned before unfortunate things happened. And he didn't sense any evil here. A lot of resolve, but now true evil.
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Urist Ranulfin
Committed
'ere little piggie!
Roleplay posts: 91
Age: 132
Physical Description: An extremely bulky, and hardy Dwarf fitting their stereotype quite well. He has a great brown beard, and a head shaved clean to help wear his helmet. He is moderately sized for a Dwarf (4ft) but his boots bump that him up to 4'3. His mustache is waxed to be very wide, whilst his beard is in long and very thick braids a sword could get stuck in.
Clothes and Equipment: A massive suit of meteoric iron armour with all sorts of mostly anti-magic enhancements. This metal plate armour is covered with a thin dragon skin. Under it he wears a simple leather jerkin and pants. His boots are massive steel-capped things that create sparks whenever he runs on a hard surface. He is armed with a massive great hammer, creating flames when struck. Finally, his helmet is a great thing, steel, but plated with black obsidian and dragon egg shell and with golden wings. In his back-pack is an old, but reliable crossbow that has a pull a giant would struggle with. He also has a long hook and reel somewhere on him. On his belt are a secondary and much smaller axe, and hammer, whilst on his back is a rather massive and thick shield. He also carries a rather massive book which he never shares the details of. Finally, across his back is a massive fur cape, which if one pays attention to is of humanoid origin.... Adorning his fingers are fat golden rings with all kinds of patterns, but on one hands's fingers is engraved "Urist" in common, whilst in the other in Dwarfish. A gold chain is on his neck, while silver braces are on both of his hands, over his armour as decoration. This mass of equipment means that he rarely strays from civilization, and when he does he is always hunting for something to eat, for it is tiring to carry all the gear he does.
Registered: Jul 9, 2016 13:07:48 GMT -8
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Post by Urist Ranulfin on Aug 13, 2016 1:17:49 GMT -8
"Speak for yourself, violence is usually the answer I've always said! Now, who are you wazzocks what have a portal that leads to a place from where a beastie came? That usually means mad priest whose temple I should loot to me." The Dwarf spoke wearily. He had looted any amount of temples and defend any amount of sacred shrines, usually more or less for a good reason beside the monetary one. He wondered if these were also some mad fanatics, not sure whether he hoped they were, or were not. He'd keep his spiky hook swinging in one hand though, just in case. Worst case scenario he'd just dive back through the portal and be safe as ever.
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Leiron
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 23
Physical Description: The elf was of tanned skin, his hair was brushed back and so blonde it seemed white. He had a scar that started under his right eye and ended half way down his angular face. His cheekbones were high and his face long. His upper body was much bulkier than other elves she had known but his legs were just as gangly. Though you could hardly tell with the thickness of his grieves. Looking at his eyes, they are large like most elves. Silver with ring of blue around his pupil
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Leiron wears a long green sleeved tunic and faded black cloth trousers. Over them he wears bracers, a jerkin with leather scales on hte chest shoulders and arms, boot greaves, and 2 leg satchels, and 3 belts. All are dark brown leather with elvish designs pressed into them. He also has a full helm made of the same material and elvish design. They all have black fur accents except the belts. Over his armor is long, black, cloth gilet which has some elvish embroidery on the edges and black fur and leather over its shoulders. Each belt has a purpose. One belt hangs slightly to the left and holds the scabbard for his sword. Another belt hangs to the right and holds a quiver. and the last and widest (6 inches wide) belt simply holds up his pants... and provides a bit of extra armor.
He has an elvish long sword sheathed at his left hip. a longbow rests across a small shield on his back. Both of which are of elvish design. A mythril spear 6" in length
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on Aug 13, 2016 11:53:39 GMT -8
Lerion, who was being helped by Asadobres, came through the portal. His eye instantly focused on the armed forces that greeted them. He was still hurt after the battle with the behemoth. The elf's sense of curiosity was in full swing however. He observed the forces on the ground, taking not of there weapons and armor. He looked at their giant eagles in wonder. He glances around at the land he was on all in a wonder.
He heard the dwarf speak and responded, "I suggest you hold tongue. We are out gunned here."
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Aug 13, 2016 12:49:47 GMT -8
Jun appeared through the portal, stumbled, and quickly cupped her hand to her mouth. Well that was nauseating!
That's when she saw that they were already being greeted by a patrol of winged creatures. They reminded her a bit of Lum'Valia, with their substantial plumage and statuesque figures. Now that she thought of it, so did Spero.
Now there were questions racing in her mind. What exactly was that creature? Was it the winged ones' ally or enemy? Was the behemoth sent by these beings? This seemed extremely unlikely, but not implausible. At the very least, the legendary Va'nei seemed to think these beings were friendly.
Jun decided to put her weapons and sword down on the ground. She looked towards the others, hoping they would follow her lead. Thus she waved at them cautiously, a shy grin on her face.
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Asadobres
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 30
Physical Description: A young dragon by all means. Coated in silver scales with claws and horns that look like obsidian. Small frame to be faster and more agile in the air but weaker physically. Her wings when spread are saphiric blue.
Her humanoid form looks like a young elf girl, with white hair and blue eyes. It took time and a lot of practice but her humanoid guise is finally perfected.
Clothes and Equipment: A saddle made by leiron out of many different kinds of leathers. It was well designed through trial and error. She accepts the extra quivers and saddle bags, the weight will make her faster and stronger should they be removed.
In her human form she often wears a light cloth dress that Leiron makes her wear, though she doesn't understand why.
Registered: Jun 30, 2015 19:46:52 GMT -8
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Post by Asadobres on Aug 13, 2016 13:08:14 GMT -8
Asa just stared at the forces sent to meet them. She was prepared to take Leiron and escape. She had little else on her mind, more or less ignoring the rest of the surroundings.
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Urist Ranulfin
Committed
'ere little piggie!
Roleplay posts: 91
Age: 132
Physical Description: An extremely bulky, and hardy Dwarf fitting their stereotype quite well. He has a great brown beard, and a head shaved clean to help wear his helmet. He is moderately sized for a Dwarf (4ft) but his boots bump that him up to 4'3. His mustache is waxed to be very wide, whilst his beard is in long and very thick braids a sword could get stuck in.
Clothes and Equipment: A massive suit of meteoric iron armour with all sorts of mostly anti-magic enhancements. This metal plate armour is covered with a thin dragon skin. Under it he wears a simple leather jerkin and pants. His boots are massive steel-capped things that create sparks whenever he runs on a hard surface. He is armed with a massive great hammer, creating flames when struck. Finally, his helmet is a great thing, steel, but plated with black obsidian and dragon egg shell and with golden wings. In his back-pack is an old, but reliable crossbow that has a pull a giant would struggle with. He also has a long hook and reel somewhere on him. On his belt are a secondary and much smaller axe, and hammer, whilst on his back is a rather massive and thick shield. He also carries a rather massive book which he never shares the details of. Finally, across his back is a massive fur cape, which if one pays attention to is of humanoid origin.... Adorning his fingers are fat golden rings with all kinds of patterns, but on one hands's fingers is engraved "Urist" in common, whilst in the other in Dwarfish. A gold chain is on his neck, while silver braces are on both of his hands, over his armour as decoration. This mass of equipment means that he rarely strays from civilization, and when he does he is always hunting for something to eat, for it is tiring to carry all the gear he does.
Registered: Jul 9, 2016 13:07:48 GMT -8
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Post by Urist Ranulfin on Aug 13, 2016 23:27:13 GMT -8
"You scared wazzock? Knife ears are usually in a perpetual state of fear, I learned that long ago. Anyway I can jump back through that there gate if anything happens." The Dwarf whispered to the elf. Surely he wasn't daft enough to realize one can get to safety in just a jump? Perhaps he did and wanted any glory and loot here for himself? Turning back to the strange soldiers he shouted again.
"Now come on, who the sodding 'ell are you what lives so close to the home of a big beastie, eh?"
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Aug 14, 2016 12:46:51 GMT -8
"Calm yourself dwarf, lest you start a fight we would not win. Va'Nei is correct, we do not come seeking violence unless it is brought against us or you are responsible for that monstrosity."
St. George looked about curiously at the eagles that were perched about, their wings were similar and they looked like eagles that inhabited his mountains, albeit bigger.
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Aug 14, 2016 16:50:08 GMT -8
Dasyra soared downward with Indris at his command, alighting before the group. She looked curiously at the creature the white-haired woman rode - it almost appeared like one of their zanora, but with parts like a sokeli, as well. Interesting indeed. The purple-haired Rider kept quiet, however, as Indris spoke.
"A creature, you say? Our High Priestess had a vision of a great monster of Myst being destroyed and something coming through this Door. I believe the Winged Crown foresaw you, heroes. Will you come with us to the capital, and meet our leaders? They will have many questions, I'm sure." He glanced to Dasyra and nodded, and the woman inclined her head; she would accompany Vala and his squad back to Esdar'ai, along with a few chosen Riders.
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Spero
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: Roughly 6'2 with a 14' foot wing span. He has straight black hair that runs to mid back. His eyes are a bright shining silver, that occasionally flashes gold. He is as handsome as you would think an angel would be, though instead of the soft features his are rugged. He almost always has friendly, inviting, smile that puts others at ease.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of holy silver armor inlaid with gold. Holy spear, holy bow with quiver of holy arrows. A simple set of traveling clothes, and a back pack in which he stores his gear.
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Registered: Jan 29, 2016 14:24:06 GMT -8
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Post by Spero on Aug 14, 2016 17:43:53 GMT -8
Spero chuckled as the dwarf and elf bickered. Mortals certainly were amusing in their way. So feisty. Turning his attention to the natives of the island he nods in acquiescence to the request.
"I would be happy to meet with your leaders. It should be quite interesting."
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Aug 14, 2016 17:44:00 GMT -8
With the heroes deemed friendly, Vala gave the signal for his elves to lower their weapons, and they made a path for the heroes to pass through. As the heroes made their way to the city, they would be flanked by the soldiers, who remained silent for the duration. Any questions asked would be answered by Vala. He assumed that the Riders would maintain their own formation separate from his.
"Senior Wing Alcedis Indris, will you then be flying to the city to warn them? Wouldn't want to surprise them after all, even if their visions already did." He said fairly quietly to the Senior Wing Alcedis. Vala did not directly address the newcomers, as they had already been addressed by Indris.
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Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 323
Age: Way too old for any shenanigans.
Physical Description: In her natural form, Va'nei is a dragon. A very very large dragon. She stands 90' tall at the shoulder, and her wingspan is 480'; her body is long and slender, for a dragon, at 230' long. Her tail is longer than that of the average dragon, longer even than the rest of her body at a total 270', and dwindles to a long, thin, prehensile point capable of great dexterity and precision. She is ancient and colossal, an earth dragon of great wisdom, and appears to be covered in leaves, moss, and vines. Her eyes are a vibrant shining gold in both forms. In her human shape, she is humorously small compared to her dragon form. An average 5'6" and slender, she has long green hair and lightly-tanned skin; her skin retains a faint iridescent scale pattern, seen in certain angles of light.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in her dragon shape, Va'nei carries no equipment. As a human, she wears layered green robes and a pair of thigh-high green heeled boots. She also wears a headband with a small feathered adornment just above her left ear, and a necklace comprised of carved crystal beads.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 11:13:10 GMT -8
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Post by Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden on Aug 14, 2016 18:40:57 GMT -8
Va'nei looked extremely intrigued by the notion that their coming had been prophesied. At the prospect of meeting this nation's rulers, she nodded her agreement.
"Very well. I will meet with them." She stuck close to Jun, feeling protective of the female from her chosen people. She looked around curiously as they walked, extending her senses to the land to try and learn its story. She had a feeling the earth here had much to tell.
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Aug 14, 2016 18:46:32 GMT -8
"Yes, I'll fly ahead now. Senior Wingman Ushael, I leave you in charge of the squad in my absence - you will answer to Alcedis Vala." With that, Indris flew off, three other Riders trailing him. Dasyra saluted smartly, and guided her mount down to where Vala stood. She then turned to Vala and nodded respectfully in his direction, the hints of a smirk lurking around the edges of her lips.
"Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael, sir. Pleasure to serve with you. Never thought I'd see something come out of that portal, though, especially not on my watch. Flag me down if you need to speak, Senior Wing Alcedis Vala." Slinging her halberd over her shoulder, she gave him a brisk salute, then took back to the skies.
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