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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Dec 16, 2016 11:52:29 GMT -8
The scribes finished their work by returning to offer the sheets to the officer, who then scribbled his signature on the various documents to fully validate them. They were then handed to their respective recipients as the officer glanced over to see an assembled group of soldiers standing at the ready; seeing this, he then looked back over and nodded to Ryden. "As you wish, Chancellor. It appears your escort is ready. Your party will want to keep their papers on hand in case they decide to go roaming about the island - those papers will get you through any of our checkpoints, excluding Zanora'si Fortress and the Palace of the Skies, which require military approval and an invitation from their Graces, respectively. Enjoy your time in Esdara, Chancellor." He bowed to Ryden, then gestured for the escort to approach. The cluster of a dozen men and women in shining silvery armor hurried over, and once the Isran party was ready, they'd escort them away from the portal, along the roads toward the capital of Esdar'ai. <Exit to the Council Hall> (No need to go through the Esdar'ai checkpoint due to military escort.)
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Feb 24, 2017 17:01:02 GMT -8
Fenrir came out of the gate feeling a tad confused, having had little to no previous experience with any form of dimensional gate. He sights the guards and approaches them slowly, sniffing the air as he did so, this place smelt very...strange...and he did not know what to make of this.
"Hullo there!"
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Feb 24, 2017 17:06:22 GMT -8
The military members guarding the Door immediately turned their full attention to the strange figure emerging from the portal. They'd never seen anyone like this male before! It was very strange, and while ripples of quiet conversation spread out among the troops, an officer approached him with a grin, trailed by a wide-eyed scribe.
"Welcome to Esdara, stranger! May I know your name and purpose in our land?"
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Feb 24, 2017 17:29:27 GMT -8
The whispers did not escape the sensitive ears of the wolf, but he made no comment, having long ago grown used to them when he was in school. The officer's grin was infectious and he had one on his face fairly quickly as well.
"Fenrir Skargard, here to visit I guess, heard about this place and have never seen a floating nation before. Didn't quite believe the stories but I guess I was wrong."
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Feb 25, 2017 10:42:21 GMT -8
"Good enough!"
The cheery woman looked toward the scribe, who quickly scribbled Fenrir's name and purpose on the paper attached to the lapdesk he held. Then he handed it off to the officer, who signed her name with a flourish. The scribe then stamped the document, sanded it to dry the ink, and offered it to the officer a final time. She handed it to Fenrir with a smile.
"There you are. Just keep that with you at all times, it'll grant you passage through the gates into our cities. Cyrili is to the west, that's our farming village. Zanora'si, the military town, is in the mountains to the north. And the capital of Esdar'ai is to the east. Enjoy your time in our lands."
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Feb 27, 2017 11:01:29 GMT -8
Their rather cheerful disposition was refreshing to the wolf who spent his time in offbeat inns with taciturn patrons interested only in being the mysterious guy in the corner of the tavern and hitting on barmaids. Fenrir responded with a warm, toothy smile as he accepted the paperwork.
"Thank you for the information! Anything I must make sure to see while I am here?"
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Feb 27, 2017 14:32:54 GMT -8
"Hmm, well, the High Church of Esdar is said to be the most beautiful building in the land. That's in Esdar'ai, so if you head that way, be sure to take a look. Also the orchards on the other side of the mountains are a great place to get lost in for a while. I'd say the Zanora Eyries up in the mountains, but outsiders aren't allowed there, I'm sorry to say."
Her smile was apologetic. Military rules and all!
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Feb 28, 2017 7:08:19 GMT -8
"I will make sure to check out both of those, thank you!" The wolf said cheerfully, a strange contrast to his otherwise, though unintentional, frightening appearance. He made his way past the guards and in the direction they had indicated for the city.
<Exit>
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