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 19:33:18 GMT -8
Vera smiles at the guard, pleased to hear her family had such a positive reputation. She opens her mouth to tell Roy she wanted to explore the countryside when she hears someone speak. Turning she finds a haughty looking rich girl standing around tapping her toe impatiently. She gives the woman a bright cheery smile and she says with absolutely cheerful venom.
"Some of us do have all day, so shut your hole and wait."
Vera then turns to Roy and she says with a more friendly tone.
"I say we explore the countryside first."
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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 19:54:16 GMT -8
Roy blinked in shock at Vera's sudden hostility. What had the woman done to her? She seemed a bit impatient, that was all. Vera sure could be mean sometimes. He hesitated for a moment before turning to her.
"Er...yeah. Countryside sounds fine. But...was that really necessary?"
The last sentence was whispered quietly, almost pleading with her. He didn't want her to get into a fight with anyone, especially right after entering a country with the guards right there. Vera could be sweet, but she had an unfortunate habit of hitting things when they annoyed her. He thought back to the fox at the school, which had turned out to be a magic fox that tried to burn down the school after Vera booted it. Perhaps the snobby woman was a magic lady.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Oct 12, 2016 20:12:08 GMT -8
The guard eyed the interactions between the trio of Lowlanders somewhat warily, then gestured for Roy and Vera to move aside.
"Let's keep things peaceful. Enjoy your time in Esdara, Lady Vera, Sir Fletcher. Your name, miss?"
This last was said to Osma as the scribe prepared another set of travel papers.
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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 15, 2016 6:14:12 GMT -8
Shut her hole and wait? SHUT HER HOLE AND WAIT? Osma's "hole" fell open and her fists jutted down towards her ankles as her back began ridged. Her lips moved to tell the guards to apprehend this female but then she remembered that she did not have her own guards here. That was a problem. How could she get some guards out of Warlord Shintaro Nishida? Would Orocles be able to guard her. She as, after all, worthy of a commander has her personal bodyguard. Her eyes combed over Vera. Some kind of She-Ra she was. Best not to tempt fate. The man-child she was with leaned in, no doubt to whisper about Osma. Where they going to laugh at her. Osma HATED it when people laughed at her. She gave a "quite right" when the guard told them to keep it peaceful and to move along. "I am Midwife and Healer Osma Gaiman." She declared, slightly embarrassed to have to announce herself. "I am here to since a consult for the leader of Aozora. Do you just let anyone into this beautiful city. You really should be more careful. I find it hard to believe that your superior would want you to allow in criminal elements."
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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 Oct 17, 2016 3:53:00 GMT -8
Vala could not help but listen as the woman made her case. It was his platoon's job to guard the gate to the Lowlands while the higher-ups sorted out a new rotation. The post was supposed to be some well-deserved R&R after a difficult job clearing a block of heretics, but after a week his platoon was already itching for action again, and signing in the newcomers that came to visit.
He walked over to where the noblewoman was being checked in, having passively observed the previous confrontation.
"Is there a problem here ma'am?"
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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 17, 2016 7:21:09 GMT -8
"No, but it was satisfying."
Vera notes Osma's gaped mouth with a chuckle and turns to Roy. "Women like that are just mean if you are nice to them they will treat you like dirt. At least if you are mean to them they get all offended. Anyway, let's get going." The amazonian woman latches onto Roy's hand and drags him away from the portal. There was a whole new countryside to explore she couldn't wait.
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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 17, 2016 12:26:24 GMT -8
"But...but..."
Roy cast one last glance back at the fussy woman as Vera dragged him off. She really was bossy, wasn't she? Was that just how druids were? He hadn't met very many others, but Vera's cousin had been nice enough. Why did Vera have to be so bossy all the time? Sighing, he allowed Vera to tug him away to the countryside. Maybe she would be nice to the Esdarans 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 17, 2016 19:10:16 GMT -8
"There was a problem." She quickly stated has she watched Vera and Royal walk away.
There goes the chocolate.
She did not even bother looking directly at the guard. He was, after all, just a guard. Never around when needed. "Not that it would matter now. You have arrived too late. What is your name and rank?" She had just been embarrassed by Vera. Nevermind that it was just in front of a guards and common people she pretended to not give a rip old fig about. Osma had to save face somehow and it usually happened when she blamed something or someone else for her own faults.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Oct 17, 2016 22:11:19 GMT -8
The officer looked offended by the snooty woman's words.
"Criminal element? I sincerely hope you're not speaking of Lady Vera. The Celadine clan has done nothing but help the citizens of Esdara. Now, ma'am, I'm going to have to ask for your name, or you won't be permitted to proceed further into the country." The man's voice was firm, and he cast a look to Vala as he walked up. The officer looked ready to spit nails. Were all Lowlander women so rude?
"This woman insulted Lady Vera of the Celadine and her companion, Sir Roy Fletcher." The officer sounded scandalized by such treatment; Lady Jun of the Celadine had been one of those to save their land and bring it into the new era. To insult one of her clan was the height of offense.
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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 Oct 19, 2016 5:30:40 GMT -8
"If there is no longer a problem, miss, then if you would kindly give your name to the officer here so we can allow you into our home."
He said it about as calmly as he cpuld, given that the woman's actions and mannerisms were extremely insulting. His tone was also reassuring, a hint of apologetic in order to placate the woman.
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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 22, 2016 18:48:00 GMT -8
O.
M.
G.
The guard was short of memory or sore on hearing. She had like, totally just said her name. So, in order to be more clear for the pea brains of the working class, she stated quite slowly and more loudly: "Mid-wife Oooosmmmmaa Gaimmmmman of..." Where was she from now that she had ran off? "...well now it's of Aozora." She gave a shrug.
"I was not rude to this "Lady" Veranda, or whatever, until she was rude to me. I was simpling suggesting that these chatty Cathy's stop talking so that the line can move along. Yet here we are, in another discussion while there is a line forming. Can you not just do your job and move us along?"
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Oct 23, 2016 19:54:53 GMT -8
Osma Gaiman was her name? The guard shared a look with the scribe, both shrugging - they'd thought it was part of some sort of title, not a name. What kind of name was that anyway? The scribe was about to begin writing when the uppity woman began running her mouth again, and the guard gestured for him to stop, looking at the female with a peeved expression.
"For your information, madam, how fast the line moves is at our discretion - not yours. If you can't keep a civil tongue in your head and be polite, you won't be welcome on this island."
He looked back toward the scribe then and gestured for the man to write her name on the papers. Once the scribe had done so and applied a seal, the lapdesk he held was handed off to the officer - who signed his name and then inscribed a small note at the bottom of the papers. If she mouthed off to any of the other guards during her stay here, she would be not-so-nicely escorted back to and through the Door. With that done, the officer handed her the papers and spoke in a stern, clipped tone.
"Those are your entry papers. Should you choose to enter any of our cities, they'll be required to get past the gate guards. Lose them and you'll be denied entry and escorted off the island. Now please move along."
There were no pleasant words of welcome or directions. This woman rubbed him the wrong way and he was ready to see her gone. Vala could deal with her if he felt so inclined.
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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 Oct 26, 2016 10:31:12 GMT -8
Vala had no desire to deal with the woman, but given that she had already caused more issues, he decided that she should probably come to him with anything further.
"Ms. Gorman, if you have any further issues, please feel free to inquire for myself, Senior Wing Alcedis Vala, about them. I would be most happy to assist."
Or throw your ass out of the city , he thought to himself.
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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 28, 2016 10:36:37 GMT -8
Osma shimmied her shoulders, turned her body slightly away from the speaking guard and waiting with her chin held in the air.
Some people were just so RUDE.
She took the papers from him without looking in his lowly direction and was about to sass her way through the Door when Senior Vala spoke. "Thank you, Sir. It is good to know that someone here knows how to treat people!"
Osma walked through the Door to the island city, papers in hand.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Oct 28, 2016 10:45:43 GMT -8
The guard barely resisted the urge to snatch back the papers and shove the uppity woman through the door back to the Lowlands. Instead he watched her leave the area and make toward the city, then shot a look at Vala and spoke quietly, once she was out of earshot.
"What a piece of work. Keep an eye on that one."
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on Oct 28, 2016 22:32:24 GMT -8
Emerging through the great Door, Ryden and his relatively sizeable party awaited some form of reception as he took a moment to look around and garner his first thoughts on the impressive skycity.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Oct 29, 2016 8:11:06 GMT -8
The officer looked over as an unexpectedly large party came through the Door, and he briefly wondered who this man and his retinue were. Gesturing for a few scribes and more guards to come with him, he moved over to the group and inclined his head to Ryden in a respectful nod.
"Welcome to Esdara. May I ask your name and purpose in our land?"
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on Nov 25, 2016 3:29:40 GMT -8
Ryden offered the same nod back to the officer. Despite his conversation with the eternally lovable commodore Finch, he was still barely clearer on any of the cultures and practices of the Esdaran people, much to his chagrin. As such, and as he would with or without the information, he conducted himself in a wholly respectful manner, as politely as he could.
"My name is Ryden Greyiron, Chancellor of Isra, and I come as a representative and ambassador for my nation, a role which I am certain our High Commodore, Elizabeth Finch performed admirably in my stead. However, it is my pleasure to be here in your beautiful islands, indeed, it is all of our pleasure and privileges. You truly have a beautiful home."
Ryden nodded at the officer again, procuring from inside his robes the papers that officiated him as a representative of the nation of Isra as a member of the diplomatic corps, the ministry of foreign affairs, and the chancellery, and offering them to him.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Nov 25, 2016 12:59:40 GMT -8
The officer looked a mixture of pleased and surprised at the mention of Commodore Finch's name, and excitedly reached out to accept the offered papers. He looked them over thoroughly, not doubting the Chancellor's word so much as intent on doing his job properly, then handed them back once he was finished. He turned to the scribes and guards then, speaking quietly to them. Two of the guards hurried off toward the nearby garrison building, while the scribes would quickly disperse into the group from Isra, hastily putting names onto pieces of paper, which were then stamped. It was a process that would take a few minutes, so while they were doing their work, he turned back to Ryden.
"It's an honor to have someone else from Isra come to our lands, Chancellor. I'll have an escort ready to accompany you shortly, so once your party's permissive papers are all in order, they'll lead you to the capital. I'll also send word ahead so someone will be ready to meet you at the Council Hall when you arrive. Is there anything I can do for you, for the time being? We haven't much in the way of fine food or drink here, but we'd be glad to share our supplies, if you'd like to refresh yourself before departing."
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on Dec 16, 2016 3:11:31 GMT -8
Ryden nodded his head respectfully, as he watched the officers go about their processes. He found it interesting to note as a scholar that despite millennia of divergence from society at large, they still possessed a similar language enough to go through the nuances of conversation, and that their procedure for admitting foreigners into their lands was almost parallel to that's of Isra. Truly, he reflected with a smile, bureaucracy is eternal.
"Thank you, sir, for your gracious offer, but we are not far departed from a small village of the Land Tillers' who kindly bolstered our supplies. We would much rather not inconvenience your eminent leaders than slake our thirst and waste your precious stores." At this statement, there were some idle grumblings in the entourage behind, which were shortly and sharply silenced by a stern glare from Ryden's ever-present aide-de-camp. "Besides, I am certain that their Eminences will afford us more than satisfactory accommodation - Commodore Finch told me that the standard of stay outstrips most of that in the Lowlands, which is high praise from her, considering that she has experienced the best of what the world below has to offer."
The cortège waited around Ryden, milling about and talking amongst each other, marvelling that they were the second only to Elizabeth Finch to see the wonders of Esdara. They would continue to wait until their escort was prepared to take them, at which point they would accompany the Chancellor to the Council Hall.
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