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 15, 2016 1:44:32 GMT -8
"As Isra's representative, I will meet with them as well."
She watched the soldiers march, noting their discipline and weaponry. A challenging foe to meet in combat, and not one that her Legion would have much of an advantage over either, as they seemed to be fairly at home amongst winged creatures. St. George stayed in near perfect step with the soldiers as they marched, the timing of the steps not that dissimilar from the Isran march.
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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 15, 2016 3:31:09 GMT -8
He caught the smirk on her face as she addressed him, inwardly rolling his eyes. Damn glory-seeking Zanora Riders. They get all the accolades for victories while the hard-fighting infantry got clean-up duty. Still, at least this one wasn't bad to look at. None of this reflected on his face, his expression the same one that was universal to all NCOs regardless of city or race.
"A pleasure Senior Wingman Ushael. I never thought I would see anything march out of there either, certainly wouldn't have thought it to be friendly, but its a good example of why we must always be prepared for anything."
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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 15, 2016 3:42:13 GMT -8
"Up your's too woman." The Dwarf said to the commodore. Frankly he was quite upset, these people had a vision of a monster and did nothing? These must be some arrogant, daft, or lazy bastards, all qualities he spat upon. He'd give the big gits a piece of his mind and probably do some graffiti on his way out. |
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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 15, 2016 20:27:15 GMT -8
Jun was tense around Va'nei as they made their way to the capital. Blackbean, sitting on Jun's shoulder, stared at her as well, somewhat apprehensive to be around what he sensed to be a very powerful being.
*Warble warble* This was the closest the demon crow could muster to a polite greeting.
"So... you're the Earthwarden...?" She smiled. "I'm Jun. My dad is on the Elder's Council. I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you." Her face was flushed. She didn't even dare extend her hand out, instead keeping them shunted to her sides, as if ready to bow at a moment's notice, but not quite sure if that moment would ever arrive. "What do you make of all this?" She said as she managed to take her eyes off Va'nei's hair and instead direct them towards the giant floating island they were on.
Va'nei was the closest thing the Land-Tillers had to a god (other than maybe the Phoenix of Mercy, but that particular religion wasn't nearly as popular as it used to be.) Her veneration was even more surprising to her, considering Va'nei wasn't even the first giant dragon Jun had befriended.
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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 16, 2016 13:57:29 GMT -8
Va'nei looked at Jun and her crow and smiled to the pair, amusement filling her golden eyes while she bowed her head, returning the crow's greeting, in a way.
"I know who you are, Jun of the Celadine. I have heard much of your exploits from the Land-Tillers I have spoken with, and it is a great pleasure to meet you at last. As for this situation.." She looked at the hovering island that surrounded them and the troops leading them to parts unknown.
"..I am uncertain what to think. This is something unlike I have ever encountered, let alone imagined. I am very curious to see what sort of people have dwelt upon an island in the sky for so long."
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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 16, 2016 14:15:56 GMT -8
Keeping an eye on their guests, Dasyra and the other Riders led the way to the main road, which would eventually lead them to the city of Esdar'ai.
<Exit to Esdar'ai>
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Aug 16, 2016 14:17:22 GMT -8
(Note: Since these characters are being accompanied by an officially sanctioned military escort, there will be no need to post at any further border threads. All characters will be tagged at the next thread where you need to post.)
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Yoxia Hiro
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 22
Physical Description: Hiro is a young man who stands of average stature with a straight back and a smile on his face. His complexion is rather pale and he has a staggeringly low amount of body fat, instead being built exclusively of a tremendously well-defined musculature despite not being large. Hiro's hair is dark and kept quite short in all areas except the very back, where a few inches width of hair has been allowed to grow right down to his hips.
Hiro's face has a softly triangular shape, with a straight nose and a narrow chin. His eyes are dark brown, with straight and prominent eyebrows above them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hiro tends to wear attire fit for travelling, with leather boots, wrist bracers and pants resembling a martial artist's gi. His upper body is covered by a waist-length, kimono-like shirt in white; held closed by one side wrapped over the other at halfway down the chest; which is then kept in place by a wide, slightly darker sash wrapped around the waist and tied in position so that it falls down to his left knee. His shirt has a tall collar, over which hang various trinkets fastened to several separate leather strings.
Around his waist is a leather belt from which he hangs pouches and other personal items including throwing knives and a dark purple cloth that falls to just above his right knee. Above this belt a decorative red-orange rope is similarly wrapped, which also keeps secured the sash that holds in place his shirt.
Finally a leather strap worn from above one arm to below the other keeps a scabbard fastened to his back, in which he holds a long straight sword made in a far-east style.
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Player's online availability : Sometimes.
Registered: Oct 2, 2016 6:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Yoxia Hiro on Oct 3, 2016 12:32:02 GMT -8
Hiro released his breath as he stepped through to the other side of the Sky Portal, where he suddenly found himself beneath a rather daunting stone archway patterned with snakes. "That felt rather... Strange," he admitted, wriggling slightly out of some instinctive sense of weirdness at what he'd just experienced. Yet he was in Esdara now, which meant that he had finally reached his destination.
Remembering what Mei had told him about the soldiers who should be guarding the gate, he looked around for them and if seen he would approach to state his business.
"Good day. I am a traveller seeking new lands to explore."
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Oct 3, 2016 12:35:00 GMT -8
Indeed, there were a few soldiers sitting about, others standing, yet more tending to giant eagles, and some wheeling high overhead upon the same creatures. One of the guards clad in silvery armor approached Hiro and eyed him curiously, then gestured to a nearby unarmored person carrying a lapdesk, who hurried over.
"We welcome you to Esdara, stranger. What is your name?" The scribe inked their quill and stood poised, ready to write his name upon what appeared to be some sort of papers. No doubt this would be to facilitate his passage through the nation.
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Yoxia Hiro
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 22
Physical Description: Hiro is a young man who stands of average stature with a straight back and a smile on his face. His complexion is rather pale and he has a staggeringly low amount of body fat, instead being built exclusively of a tremendously well-defined musculature despite not being large. Hiro's hair is dark and kept quite short in all areas except the very back, where a few inches width of hair has been allowed to grow right down to his hips.
Hiro's face has a softly triangular shape, with a straight nose and a narrow chin. His eyes are dark brown, with straight and prominent eyebrows above them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hiro tends to wear attire fit for travelling, with leather boots, wrist bracers and pants resembling a martial artist's gi. His upper body is covered by a waist-length, kimono-like shirt in white; held closed by one side wrapped over the other at halfway down the chest; which is then kept in place by a wide, slightly darker sash wrapped around the waist and tied in position so that it falls down to his left knee. His shirt has a tall collar, over which hang various trinkets fastened to several separate leather strings.
Around his waist is a leather belt from which he hangs pouches and other personal items including throwing knives and a dark purple cloth that falls to just above his right knee. Above this belt a decorative red-orange rope is similarly wrapped, which also keeps secured the sash that holds in place his shirt.
Finally a leather strap worn from above one arm to below the other keeps a scabbard fastened to his back, in which he holds a long straight sword made in a far-east style.
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Player's online availability : Sometimes.
Registered: Oct 2, 2016 6:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Yoxia Hiro on Oct 3, 2016 12:40:10 GMT -8
"Yoxia Hiro," he began with a smile. "I imagine you will spell it differently to how I do in my alphabet, so feel free to write it however makes the most sense to you."
As the scribe prepared to write, Hiro found himself looking around at the giant eagles and the silvery armour of the guards. Impressive.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Oct 3, 2016 12:51:50 GMT -8
The scribe quickly scribbled down Hiro's name, then handed the desk to the armored man, who signed his own name. Then the scribe stamped the papers and handed them over to Hiro. The alphabet wasn't terribly different from that of many of the lands below, although many of the letters were formed differently. Translation would be fairly easy. With the papers given to him, the scribe retreated, and the armored man nodded.
"Keep those papers on you and present them at any checkpoints you come across, they'll grant you passage to just about anywhere. The only places you'll be denied entry are the Zanora'si Fortress, our military stronghold, and the Palace of the Skies, where our leaders live. If you head east, you'll reach the capital Esdar'ai; west, you'll reach Cyrili, where most of our farmers live; head toward the mountains and the road will lead you to Zanora'si, the city which serves our military. The roads won't lead you astray. Safe travels, stranger."
He pointed toward the nearby road leading away from the portal, which would take him wherever he wished to go. The mountains he'd spoken of were to the north, dominating the center of the floating nation and looming to great heights. They couldn't be missed.
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Yoxia Hiro
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 22
Physical Description: Hiro is a young man who stands of average stature with a straight back and a smile on his face. His complexion is rather pale and he has a staggeringly low amount of body fat, instead being built exclusively of a tremendously well-defined musculature despite not being large. Hiro's hair is dark and kept quite short in all areas except the very back, where a few inches width of hair has been allowed to grow right down to his hips.
Hiro's face has a softly triangular shape, with a straight nose and a narrow chin. His eyes are dark brown, with straight and prominent eyebrows above them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hiro tends to wear attire fit for travelling, with leather boots, wrist bracers and pants resembling a martial artist's gi. His upper body is covered by a waist-length, kimono-like shirt in white; held closed by one side wrapped over the other at halfway down the chest; which is then kept in place by a wide, slightly darker sash wrapped around the waist and tied in position so that it falls down to his left knee. His shirt has a tall collar, over which hang various trinkets fastened to several separate leather strings.
Around his waist is a leather belt from which he hangs pouches and other personal items including throwing knives and a dark purple cloth that falls to just above his right knee. Above this belt a decorative red-orange rope is similarly wrapped, which also keeps secured the sash that holds in place his shirt.
Finally a leather strap worn from above one arm to below the other keeps a scabbard fastened to his back, in which he holds a long straight sword made in a far-east style.
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Player's online availability : Sometimes.
Registered: Oct 2, 2016 6:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Yoxia Hiro on Oct 3, 2016 13:47:31 GMT -8
"I see and thank you," Hiro told the scribe as he took the papers and slid them into his shirt for safe-keeping. "Have a nice day."
With that said and done, the man turned away from the soldiers and made his way towards the road. He had no idea which direction he was going to go in yet, nor did he know how he was going to pay for anything. It only just dawned on him that he had no money, but he supposed he would be able to figure something out eventually. Taking a nice, long breath, Hiro began striding towards the nearby road with his arms stretching up above his head.
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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 Oct 9, 2016 19:23:29 GMT -8
Roy stepped through the portal with Vera of the Celadine, blinking in the bright sunlight. Thankfully, his floating parasol still hovered above him, keeping the young vampire from being burned alive in a rather gruesome manner. He looked around at the unfamiliar landscape, shocked to have come so far in just a single step. He'd never gotten used to magical teleportation, and wasn't sure that he ever would. However, the fact remained that he was currently standing on a floating island in the sky. The situation called for a chocolate bar, which he pulled from his pocket and bit into with a soft crunch. "Wow...are we really here?" |
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Oct 12, 2016 10:18:32 GMT -8
Vera blinks as they come into the bright sunlight and then she grins broadly. She wiggles her bare toes against the ground and she can feel the entirety of the island. It was massive, floating, and... There was another presence in the soil, different from Mother Gaia, indeed her touch was faint here which was mildly concerning. It takes her a moment to realize what it is, the power of the god who held Esdara afloat. She looks to Roy and rolls her eyes, of course he was eating chocolate.
"Yes we are."
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Oct 12, 2016 11:35:07 GMT -8
The garrison of soldiers gathered around looked up when the pair emerged, and the officer and his scribe came over.
"Welcome to Esdara, travelers. Names, please?"
The scribe stood poised to scribble names onto sheets of paper.
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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 Oct 12, 2016 11:38:20 GMT -8
Roy looked up from his chocolate bar to the soldiers. My, they were efficient. Did they just stand there all day and wait for people to come through the portal? That sounded like an awfully dull job. What if nobody came by? Did they have to just sit around all day and stare at the portal? That would be terrible. Roy hoped that the guards got plenty of breaks and rotations, or were at least paid well. There was no way he'd be able to stare at a portal all day doing nothing.
"Oh, um...Roy Fletcher."
He gave the guards a friendly (if sharp) smile.
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Oct 12, 2016 14:31:15 GMT -8
"Druidess Vera of The Celadine."
Vera eyes the guards up and down as she responds to their question. They certainly looked impressive, though she wondered what they fought up here in the clouds if there was indeed anything to fight.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Oct 12, 2016 14:55:01 GMT -8
The scribe quickly wrote down their names, while the guard gave Vera a bow.
"A Celadine? We've met Lady Jun and Lady Mei of the Celadine, and highly esteem the Land-Tillers. We welcome you both, Sir Fletcher, Lady Vera."
The scribe finished his scribbling and quickly applied his signature and seal to the papers, then handed the lapdesk over so the officer could sign - which he did, before passing the papers to the pair.
"Keep those on you. They'll allow you entrance into our cities, and everywhere except the most highly guarded areas. If you follow the road north, it will take you to the city of Zanora'si, in the mountains. Go west to reach Cyrili, our farming town, and east to get to Esdar'ai, the capital. Is there anything further I can do for you?"
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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 Oct 12, 2016 15:03:27 GMT -8
Sir Fletcher! Nobody had called Roy Sir Fletcher before. He beamed at the guards, pocketing the papers and his chocolate wrapper. Where would they go? He didn't know, he'd barely even heard of this place before.
"No, that's all. Thank you very much! Gosh, I've never been to a floating island before..."
He turned to Vera, still grinning excitedly. Perhaps she'd know where to go. Vera generally knew what to do in situations like this. She seemed to love making decisions...or maybe she was just impulsive and bossy. That might be it.
"Vera, do you want to go to the capital city? I'm sure there's plenty of stuff to see there!"
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 12, 2016 19:08:52 GMT -8
Grrrrrr, move in line already. she thought as she stood at an appropriate distance from Royal and Vera. It was wise to give people who carried swords a wide girth so to avoid being smacked by the them in those holder thingys. With a sigh, she crossed her arms and cocked her hips. Didn't they know she was a woman on a mission? If she had her medical bag with her, she could wave it around and get moved to the front of the line. Goddess knew she tried to smile her way up to it with no luck. So there she was, standing behind the two slowest people to ever enter a country ever.
And now she wanted chocolate. Royal was eating it, savoring it. Would he just fucking take a bite and stop waving the damn bar around? She turned her head away. It was nearing that time of her months and she more irritable than usual.
That was saying A LOT.
Omg, lady. Put some clothes on. she thought as she looked over Vera's loin cloth. Osma sighed again. "Some of us don't have all day. I'm sure they have tourist brochures in the little newsstands right outside the portal."
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