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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Aug 7, 2016 18:45:15 GMT -8
Situated on the northern part of the island, where an upward branch of the mountains meets the nation's edge, this fortress is most closely located to the Fortress of Zanora'si and the zanora eyries. It is a prominent structure atop rocky terrain that allows those within to see a good distance in every direction, the fortress is well equipped with mages who can detect invaders. As an additional protective measure, the walls and stone surrounding it are heavily imbued with warding and structural magics to protect the building and the land upon which it rests. All border fortresses are manned by minimum fifty eagle riders and about a hundred regular infantry, and the eagle riders do constant overlapping patrols between fortresses to ensure the security of the nationβs borders. (All individuals seeking entry to Esdara via the northern edge of the island will need to stop at the fortress before being permitted entry into the nation proper. Those who try to bypass the fortress or the patrols will be met with force.)
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Bishop
Established
I-I'm not scared!
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 19
Physical Description: A mid-height man, roughly 5'10, and relatively thin. His body is pale and unaccustomed to manual-labour, or the heat of the sun. He carries himself with a brisk and purposeful gait, with long strides with an intent end outcome. His body language is typically closed, a reflection for his timidity.
His face is soft and immature, making him appear younger then what his age may appear. His eyes are a shade of blueish purple and usually possess bags underneath them, due to his traditionally hectic schedule. His hair is white and curly, reaching down to his neck past his jawline.
Clothes and Equipment: He carries no weapons per se. He carries a wooden stave for use in mountainous terrain, but may also be used in combat, if the time comes to it.
He wears a green tunic, lined with ornate golden patterns upon the sleeves. On his waist, he wears a leather belt, hoisted to it a coin pouch and a satchel for general storage. Over his tunic he wears a darker green cloak, bound upon the centre by a red-bow. The outside of the cloak has the same golden lining as on his sleeves, but in a triangular pattern.
He wears a green cap upon his head, of both the lighter green of his tunic and the darker green of the cloak, the lighter green of the cap situated upon the sides, while the darker green situated upon the middle of the cap. The light green is edged with golden lines and a single, golden symbol is upon the very centre of the cap.
His trousers are the same colour as his tunic, with the same patterns upon the bottom of them, at the ankles. He wears leather boots, new and shiny. He hasn't been on the road for long and is inexperienced.
Player's online availability : GMT +8
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 19:50:36 GMT -8
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Post by Bishop on Oct 22, 2016 5:24:40 GMT -8
He'd reached the place by airship roughly half an hour earlier, and the turbulence of the airship had not changed, even while on land... well not really land, per se. The fact that it floated made it sort of not land. He held on to the sides of the battlements, hunched over with an arm out, desperately grasping on to whatever support he can. He looked like a right idiot, travelling to Esdara and expecting its climate to be calm and complicit. As he walked, his head remained taut, staring forwards.
He tried not to look down, for a good reason.
He despised heights. As a child, he had a recurring dream where he fell endlessly down a seemingly bottomless chasm, before waking up with a jolt as he collided with the ground. Even as an adult, he couldn't shake that resounding fear. It may be baby-ish, yes, but he was sure he wasn't alone in his fears, many men of his age must share the same fears.
He peeked for a second, down at the clouds below.
Oh god. Oh no.
He felt like he was gonna throw up. If he fell, he'd have at least a minute of free-fall before splattering his guts upon the ground below. He closed his eyes, took a second to regain composure and then walked to the gate, acting as if he hadn't seen what he just had seen.
There was a guard at the gate, of course. He'd just have to ask nicely, to get in.
"Hail!"
He'd read that word in a book of his. It was some sort of greeting - he didn't know truly what it meant.
"Please let me in!"
He wasn't sincere enough. He coughed, before adding.
"... good sirs."
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Oct 22, 2016 11:36:16 GMT -8
The airship had been stopped at the fortress, those who were on it questioned, its cargo inspected if it had any. Once it seemed that all was clear, it would be allowed to go wherever it was headed - although the passenger who had disembarked was watched closely. As the man approached a guard, said guard seemed to come more alert, watching the Lowlander warily. At the request to be granted entrance to the nation at large, he nodded shortly, and called out to someone in the structure behind him, resulting in the appearance of a scribe carrying a lapdesk. The scribe inked a quill and stood poised to write on a piece of parchment secured to the wooden surface in his free arm.
"State your name and business, please." This was requested by the guard, who stood ready with his weapon in hand, a poleaxe that gleamed in the sun.
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Bishop
Established
I-I'm not scared!
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 19
Physical Description: A mid-height man, roughly 5'10, and relatively thin. His body is pale and unaccustomed to manual-labour, or the heat of the sun. He carries himself with a brisk and purposeful gait, with long strides with an intent end outcome. His body language is typically closed, a reflection for his timidity.
His face is soft and immature, making him appear younger then what his age may appear. His eyes are a shade of blueish purple and usually possess bags underneath them, due to his traditionally hectic schedule. His hair is white and curly, reaching down to his neck past his jawline.
Clothes and Equipment: He carries no weapons per se. He carries a wooden stave for use in mountainous terrain, but may also be used in combat, if the time comes to it.
He wears a green tunic, lined with ornate golden patterns upon the sleeves. On his waist, he wears a leather belt, hoisted to it a coin pouch and a satchel for general storage. Over his tunic he wears a darker green cloak, bound upon the centre by a red-bow. The outside of the cloak has the same golden lining as on his sleeves, but in a triangular pattern.
He wears a green cap upon his head, of both the lighter green of his tunic and the darker green of the cloak, the lighter green of the cap situated upon the sides, while the darker green situated upon the middle of the cap. The light green is edged with golden lines and a single, golden symbol is upon the very centre of the cap.
His trousers are the same colour as his tunic, with the same patterns upon the bottom of them, at the ankles. He wears leather boots, new and shiny. He hasn't been on the road for long and is inexperienced.
Player's online availability : GMT +8
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 19:50:36 GMT -8
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Post by Bishop on Oct 22, 2016 16:13:45 GMT -8
"Uh.. my name is Bishop. No last name."
He thought for a second. What was he here for? It was something to do with.. never mind, he forgot. It definitely was something more than just sightseeing. He'd figure it out when it got inside. Might as well just mark it down to sightseeing. He was sure they'd welcome tourists of any kind. After all, it brings wealth to kingdoms.
"I'm here for sight-seeing."
It was cold outside, the wind bit into his skin, despite his thick clothing. He sure hoped this process at the gates wouldn't take long, else he would freeze. He shivered, rubbing his hands against his arms, trying his hardest to warm himself. Then he had an idea, remembering some advice from the sailors on the airship. He reached down to his pouch, revealing a wineskin, before taking a quick sip of its contents. He'd heard on the airship, on the way up, that alcohol helped alleviate the cold. It could be an old wives' tale, or something, but from the looks of things it was worth a shot anyway.
He waited for an answer from the guard.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Oct 23, 2016 20:01:29 GMT -8
The scribe quickly inked the man's name and reason for visiting onto the paper he held, then applied a seal and handed the lapdesk off to the guard. The guard then signed his name, making the papers valid, before handing the whole kit and kaboodle back to the scribe, who then removed the parchment and handed it to Bishop. The guard then explained their purpose.
"Those are your entry papers - they'll be required to get you into any of our cities, and if you lose them, you'll be turned away. The city of Zanora'si is in the mountains to the south, our farming town Cyrili is to the west, and the capital of Esdar'ai is to the east. You can just follow the roads to get to anywhere you're looking to go, or maybe your friends on the airship will give you a lift."
The mountains were huge, looming in the near distance, so he wouldn't be able to miss them. The guard tapped against the gate behind him and it rumbled upward, permitting Bishop through to roam the roads, should he wish. Then the guard inclined his head in a sharp nod.
"Welcome to Esdara."
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Bishop
Established
I-I'm not scared!
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 19
Physical Description: A mid-height man, roughly 5'10, and relatively thin. His body is pale and unaccustomed to manual-labour, or the heat of the sun. He carries himself with a brisk and purposeful gait, with long strides with an intent end outcome. His body language is typically closed, a reflection for his timidity.
His face is soft and immature, making him appear younger then what his age may appear. His eyes are a shade of blueish purple and usually possess bags underneath them, due to his traditionally hectic schedule. His hair is white and curly, reaching down to his neck past his jawline.
Clothes and Equipment: He carries no weapons per se. He carries a wooden stave for use in mountainous terrain, but may also be used in combat, if the time comes to it.
He wears a green tunic, lined with ornate golden patterns upon the sleeves. On his waist, he wears a leather belt, hoisted to it a coin pouch and a satchel for general storage. Over his tunic he wears a darker green cloak, bound upon the centre by a red-bow. The outside of the cloak has the same golden lining as on his sleeves, but in a triangular pattern.
He wears a green cap upon his head, of both the lighter green of his tunic and the darker green of the cloak, the lighter green of the cap situated upon the sides, while the darker green situated upon the middle of the cap. The light green is edged with golden lines and a single, golden symbol is upon the very centre of the cap.
His trousers are the same colour as his tunic, with the same patterns upon the bottom of them, at the ankles. He wears leather boots, new and shiny. He hasn't been on the road for long and is inexperienced.
Player's online availability : GMT +8
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 19:50:36 GMT -8
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Post by Bishop on Oct 23, 2016 23:18:26 GMT -8
"Err..err.. Thanks. I'll be on my way." He walked in, flashing a smile at the guard as he did so.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Nov 28, 2016 5:40:58 GMT -8
After a long time of flying and a bit of a detour when their mount felt like chasing a flock of geese. Hans motioned for Liv Featherstone to look for the Guards and patrols that no doubt would stop them.
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Liv Featherstone
Dedicated
Call me Livilla.. I DARE you.
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 17
Physical Description: Often described as 'elfin', Livilla - who prefers to be called Liv (and gods help you if you call her 'Livilla' within her hearing) - is pint-sized and delicate, coming in at a thoroughly unimpressive 5'2". With a delicate bone structure, she's wiry and nimble, with not a whole lot in the way of muscle mass, and she looks like she weighs about as much as a wet puppy, which isn't far from the truth. She has girlish features that are usually adorned with one of three expressions - mischief, focus, or curiosity. Anything else is somewhat rare. She keeps her brown hair cut short and shaggy just even with her shoulders, and her eyes are a mercurial hazel that go from brown, to green, to grey, to gold, to blue in an instant, usually reflecting her thoughts and/or mood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Liv wears a pair of low-slung, tight-fitting breeches with buckles up the sides and a brown leather belt around her hips. These are habitually tucked into a pair of mid-calf brown leather boots with laces, buckles, and two-inch heels, the toebox and counter of which are covered in a thin shell of enchanted brass. A short, thin white blouse with a low scoop neck, short puff sleeves, and ruffled edges, is worn beneath a corset that looks much like her breeches, with detachable straps that fasten at the top and go over her shoulders. Over all this, she wears a button-up moss green coat with slightly puffy shoulders and a large collar, which falls to mid-thigh, adorned with various buckles, straps, and decorative chains, the sleeves of which are habitually rolled up to just short of her elbows. Around her right wrist she wears an enchanted brown leather bracer with three small buckles (that can be activated to form a magical shield), and always atop her head is a brown leather pageboy hat with a small brim and a brass fleur de lis charm. Around her hips she wears a belt strung with random tools of her trade, and belt pouches filled with various odds and ends. One of the most noticeable of these is a small, strange rod that appears to be composed of brass, and is obviously enchanted, although what exactly this enchantment may be is generally unknown. She wears it at her right hip, within easy reach, at all times; this rod is magically hardened and can extend however long she needs it to, allowing her to defend herself, and a small infusion of mana fills it with varying amounts of electricity, allowing her to zap people and flee, when needed.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: May 23, 2016 13:36:10 GMT -8
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Post by Liv Featherstone on Nov 28, 2016 11:27:18 GMT -8
Liv peered around Hansel's shoulder, looking for any sign of guards. What she saw instead was the crenelations of a fortress visible through the cloud-cover. She tugged on Hansel's sleeve and pointed toward the structure wordlessly, not feeling like yelling over the rush of wind in their ears to be heard.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Nov 28, 2016 11:28:59 GMT -8
There were several guards standing watch on the ramparts of the fortress, and they waved toward a large open area, indicating where the pair should land their winged mount. Giant eagles flapped about overhead and visible in the near distance, armored figures upon their backs. Once Hansel and Livilla landed, an officer moved forward with a scribe at his side.
"Welcome to Esdara. What are your names, and what is your business in our land?"
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Nov 28, 2016 14:32:00 GMT -8
It took him a few moments to realize that he was being tapped on, what with the whipping winds and all. Dismounting he approached the Guards, motioning for Liv to do the same. "Hansel Dietzhoff. We're here to visit, having heard nice things about this place and all." He did not bother to embellish his words, thinking they were sufficient.
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Liv Featherstone
Dedicated
Call me Livilla.. I DARE you.
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 17
Physical Description: Often described as 'elfin', Livilla - who prefers to be called Liv (and gods help you if you call her 'Livilla' within her hearing) - is pint-sized and delicate, coming in at a thoroughly unimpressive 5'2". With a delicate bone structure, she's wiry and nimble, with not a whole lot in the way of muscle mass, and she looks like she weighs about as much as a wet puppy, which isn't far from the truth. She has girlish features that are usually adorned with one of three expressions - mischief, focus, or curiosity. Anything else is somewhat rare. She keeps her brown hair cut short and shaggy just even with her shoulders, and her eyes are a mercurial hazel that go from brown, to green, to grey, to gold, to blue in an instant, usually reflecting her thoughts and/or mood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Liv wears a pair of low-slung, tight-fitting breeches with buckles up the sides and a brown leather belt around her hips. These are habitually tucked into a pair of mid-calf brown leather boots with laces, buckles, and two-inch heels, the toebox and counter of which are covered in a thin shell of enchanted brass. A short, thin white blouse with a low scoop neck, short puff sleeves, and ruffled edges, is worn beneath a corset that looks much like her breeches, with detachable straps that fasten at the top and go over her shoulders. Over all this, she wears a button-up moss green coat with slightly puffy shoulders and a large collar, which falls to mid-thigh, adorned with various buckles, straps, and decorative chains, the sleeves of which are habitually rolled up to just short of her elbows. Around her right wrist she wears an enchanted brown leather bracer with three small buckles (that can be activated to form a magical shield), and always atop her head is a brown leather pageboy hat with a small brim and a brass fleur de lis charm. Around her hips she wears a belt strung with random tools of her trade, and belt pouches filled with various odds and ends. One of the most noticeable of these is a small, strange rod that appears to be composed of brass, and is obviously enchanted, although what exactly this enchantment may be is generally unknown. She wears it at her right hip, within easy reach, at all times; this rod is magically hardened and can extend however long she needs it to, allowing her to defend herself, and a small infusion of mana fills it with varying amounts of electricity, allowing her to zap people and flee, when needed.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: May 23, 2016 13:36:10 GMT -8
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Post by Liv Featherstone on Nov 28, 2016 18:04:29 GMT -8
Liv very nearly fell off the hippogryph's back, more due to stiffness than anything else, and stretched with a groan as she gestured toward Hansel.
"What he said. I'm Livilla Featherstone." She pronounced her full first name with a grimace, not having wanted to share it - especially not within Hansel's range of hearing - but not knowing how strict these people were with their policies. She didn't want to get in trouble for offering a nickname rather than her legal name.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Nov 28, 2016 18:07:42 GMT -8
The armored man nodded, the scribes quickly scribbling on the papers attached to the lapdesks they held. They stamped the papers and the officer quickly signed them, before the sheets were handed to Hansel and Livilla.
"These are your papers. Keep them on you at all times - you'll need to present them at the gates wherever you go to be admitted entrance to our towns. To the south you see the mountains - the town of Zanora'si and the heart of our aerial corps, Zanora'si Fortress, can be found there. To the west you'll find Cyrili, our farming town, and to the east is the capital, Esdar'ai. Any questions?"
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Nov 28, 2016 19:16:14 GMT -8
Hans smiled with a look back to Liv when she said the full version of her name, raising an eyebrow curiously. He had no questions so he shook his head. "Where do you want to go?" He asked Liv, or as he within the solace of his mind called her Livilla. As far as he was concerned she was in charge.
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Liv Featherstone
Dedicated
Call me Livilla.. I DARE you.
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 17
Physical Description: Often described as 'elfin', Livilla - who prefers to be called Liv (and gods help you if you call her 'Livilla' within her hearing) - is pint-sized and delicate, coming in at a thoroughly unimpressive 5'2". With a delicate bone structure, she's wiry and nimble, with not a whole lot in the way of muscle mass, and she looks like she weighs about as much as a wet puppy, which isn't far from the truth. She has girlish features that are usually adorned with one of three expressions - mischief, focus, or curiosity. Anything else is somewhat rare. She keeps her brown hair cut short and shaggy just even with her shoulders, and her eyes are a mercurial hazel that go from brown, to green, to grey, to gold, to blue in an instant, usually reflecting her thoughts and/or mood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Liv wears a pair of low-slung, tight-fitting breeches with buckles up the sides and a brown leather belt around her hips. These are habitually tucked into a pair of mid-calf brown leather boots with laces, buckles, and two-inch heels, the toebox and counter of which are covered in a thin shell of enchanted brass. A short, thin white blouse with a low scoop neck, short puff sleeves, and ruffled edges, is worn beneath a corset that looks much like her breeches, with detachable straps that fasten at the top and go over her shoulders. Over all this, she wears a button-up moss green coat with slightly puffy shoulders and a large collar, which falls to mid-thigh, adorned with various buckles, straps, and decorative chains, the sleeves of which are habitually rolled up to just short of her elbows. Around her right wrist she wears an enchanted brown leather bracer with three small buckles (that can be activated to form a magical shield), and always atop her head is a brown leather pageboy hat with a small brim and a brass fleur de lis charm. Around her hips she wears a belt strung with random tools of her trade, and belt pouches filled with various odds and ends. One of the most noticeable of these is a small, strange rod that appears to be composed of brass, and is obviously enchanted, although what exactly this enchantment may be is generally unknown. She wears it at her right hip, within easy reach, at all times; this rod is magically hardened and can extend however long she needs it to, allowing her to defend herself, and a small infusion of mana fills it with varying amounts of electricity, allowing her to zap people and flee, when needed.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: May 23, 2016 13:36:10 GMT -8
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Post by Liv Featherstone on Nov 29, 2016 9:29:50 GMT -8
Liv took the paper and examined it closely, before folding it up with a shrug and tucking it into an interior pocket of her coat. Then she looked at Hansel with a slightly bewildered expression. Why was he asking her?
"I.. dunno? I mean we could always make a tour of it. Start small and work our way up to the main event, so to speak?" Beginning at the farming village, making their way to the snowy heights of the island, then to the no doubt fabulous capital city. It sounded like a plausible idea to her, though she still offered an uncertain shrug; this wasn't her show, as far as she was concerned.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Nov 29, 2016 9:48:15 GMT -8
The guard nodded briskly to them as it seemed they had no further questions, then turned away and started back to his post, smirking slightly. Ah, young love. It was so entertaining to watch.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Nov 29, 2016 13:40:58 GMT -8
Hansel nodded to her words. It was reasonable, and the usual practice in such situations. "We'll fly to the rural place, then the fortress and finally capital, yes?" he asked, mounting the horned beast he rode. If she agreed to his plan then that was all and they would be off.
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Liv Featherstone
Dedicated
Call me Livilla.. I DARE you.
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 17
Physical Description: Often described as 'elfin', Livilla - who prefers to be called Liv (and gods help you if you call her 'Livilla' within her hearing) - is pint-sized and delicate, coming in at a thoroughly unimpressive 5'2". With a delicate bone structure, she's wiry and nimble, with not a whole lot in the way of muscle mass, and she looks like she weighs about as much as a wet puppy, which isn't far from the truth. She has girlish features that are usually adorned with one of three expressions - mischief, focus, or curiosity. Anything else is somewhat rare. She keeps her brown hair cut short and shaggy just even with her shoulders, and her eyes are a mercurial hazel that go from brown, to green, to grey, to gold, to blue in an instant, usually reflecting her thoughts and/or mood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Liv wears a pair of low-slung, tight-fitting breeches with buckles up the sides and a brown leather belt around her hips. These are habitually tucked into a pair of mid-calf brown leather boots with laces, buckles, and two-inch heels, the toebox and counter of which are covered in a thin shell of enchanted brass. A short, thin white blouse with a low scoop neck, short puff sleeves, and ruffled edges, is worn beneath a corset that looks much like her breeches, with detachable straps that fasten at the top and go over her shoulders. Over all this, she wears a button-up moss green coat with slightly puffy shoulders and a large collar, which falls to mid-thigh, adorned with various buckles, straps, and decorative chains, the sleeves of which are habitually rolled up to just short of her elbows. Around her right wrist she wears an enchanted brown leather bracer with three small buckles (that can be activated to form a magical shield), and always atop her head is a brown leather pageboy hat with a small brim and a brass fleur de lis charm. Around her hips she wears a belt strung with random tools of her trade, and belt pouches filled with various odds and ends. One of the most noticeable of these is a small, strange rod that appears to be composed of brass, and is obviously enchanted, although what exactly this enchantment may be is generally unknown. She wears it at her right hip, within easy reach, at all times; this rod is magically hardened and can extend however long she needs it to, allowing her to defend herself, and a small infusion of mana fills it with varying amounts of electricity, allowing her to zap people and flee, when needed.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: May 23, 2016 13:36:10 GMT -8
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Post by Liv Featherstone on Nov 30, 2016 9:24:37 GMT -8
"Sounds like a plan." Liv clambered up onto the hippogryph again, clinging to Hansel as they took off. She would just be glad to have a chance to get off this thing and walk on her own two feet again.
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Aubrey
New
do not touch triplet
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 19
Physical Description: Aubrey resembles Bishop's and Zodiac's frame, being 5'10" and thin, being a triplet with them. There is only subtle differences that are noticeable between them, despite their differing genders. She has a slightly higher voice, that is very tricky to notice, and carries herself in a more direct gait.
Her face is soft and immature, making her appear younger then what her age may appear. Her eyes are a shade of blueish purple. Unlike Bishop and Zodiac, she is more orderly and chooses to take time to manage her physical appearance. Her face appears more immaculate and kept, unlike Bishop. Her hair is white and curly, reaching down to her neck past her jawline.
Clothes and Equipment: A short steel dagger, used primarily for wilderness uses.
She wears a green tunic, lined with ornate golden patterns upon the sleeves. On her waist, she wears a leather belt, hoisted to it a single large bag. Over her tunic she wears a darker green cloak, bound upon the centre by a red-bow. The outside of the cloak has the same golden lining as on her sleeves, but in a triangular pattern.
She wears a green cap upon his head, of both the lighter green of his tunic and the darker green of the cloak, the lighter green of the cap situated upon the sides, while the darker green situated upon the middle of the cap. The light green is edged with golden lines and a single, golden symbol is upon the very centre of the cap.
Her trousers are the same colour as her tunic, with the same patterns upon the bottom of them, at the ankles. She wears leather boots, new and shiny. She hasn't been on the road for long and is inexperienced.
Player's online availability : every now and again
Registered: Dec 20, 2016 18:48:46 GMT -8
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Post by Aubrey on Dec 21, 2016 8:09:51 GMT -8
She clambered down the ladder of the airship, yelling a thank-you to the sailors who had driven her here, before checking her bag for all her belongings. She had her books, the weight was familiar. It also looked like she had her coin pouch, her knife, her.. nevermind, she'd check later. If not, she would never find Bishop. She looked from side-to-side, scanning the area, trying to find his usual green garb along the bridge leading up. Nothing. He'd gone in. She sighed, walking over to the guard-gate house.
The wind was strong, forceful and ever-present. She squinted, shielding her face with her arm, trying to alleviate the pressure. She began to walk quicker, wishing to get into Esdara as soon as possible. It was ever so bothersome being out here. Unsurprisingly, luck again was not on her side. She could feel a single rain-drop hitting her arm, wettening her cloak. Soon after, the rain came. Hard. In mere seconds, the bridge was pounded with raindrops, feeling like watery fists from the heavens. She shivered. This weather sucks.
She miserably walked over to the gate. Not much of a walk, she more hobbled, as she leant over her books, to avoid them getting wet. She looked grumpy. Very grumpy.
"Let me in!" She was blunt, and direct. She was sure nobody would want to be in this weather. Hopefully the guard would realise this, and would allow her passage without issue. Perhaps that wouldn't happen. If the guard would notice her identical features to Bishop.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Dec 21, 2016 10:36:53 GMT -8
The guards standing just outside the door saw the girl coming and opened the door for her, permitting her into the guard house. That was as far as she would be permitted at the moment, however, for the door on the far side of the structure remained closed. An officer was standing near the fire in the room, and he glanced at her, before gesturing to a table laden with food and carafes full of steaming liquid. There was also a pile of warm towels within a basin.
"Have some tea, warm yourself, dry off a bit. The rain should stop soon."
A scribe bustled down from a nearby staircase with a lapdesk in hand, and after arranging himself, stood poised with quill in hand held over a sheet of parchment. The officer nodded then glanced back at the girl.
"State your name and business, please."
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Aubrey
New
do not touch triplet
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 19
Physical Description: Aubrey resembles Bishop's and Zodiac's frame, being 5'10" and thin, being a triplet with them. There is only subtle differences that are noticeable between them, despite their differing genders. She has a slightly higher voice, that is very tricky to notice, and carries herself in a more direct gait.
Her face is soft and immature, making her appear younger then what her age may appear. Her eyes are a shade of blueish purple. Unlike Bishop and Zodiac, she is more orderly and chooses to take time to manage her physical appearance. Her face appears more immaculate and kept, unlike Bishop. Her hair is white and curly, reaching down to her neck past her jawline.
Clothes and Equipment: A short steel dagger, used primarily for wilderness uses.
She wears a green tunic, lined with ornate golden patterns upon the sleeves. On her waist, she wears a leather belt, hoisted to it a single large bag. Over her tunic she wears a darker green cloak, bound upon the centre by a red-bow. The outside of the cloak has the same golden lining as on her sleeves, but in a triangular pattern.
She wears a green cap upon his head, of both the lighter green of his tunic and the darker green of the cloak, the lighter green of the cap situated upon the sides, while the darker green situated upon the middle of the cap. The light green is edged with golden lines and a single, golden symbol is upon the very centre of the cap.
Her trousers are the same colour as her tunic, with the same patterns upon the bottom of them, at the ankles. She wears leather boots, new and shiny. She hasn't been on the road for long and is inexperienced.
Player's online availability : every now and again
Registered: Dec 20, 2016 18:48:46 GMT -8
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Post by Aubrey on Dec 21, 2016 18:09:12 GMT -8
She was surprised by the guard's.. well niceness. She eagerly grabbed the cup, gulping the tea. It was strong, very much stronger than she usually had. She learned quickly she would have to sip it slowly, or she would nearly spit it everywhere. Still tea is tea, and it was raining outside. Anything is welcome to alleviate the miserable atmosphere, she decided.
"Thank you!" she said, smiling at the guard as she did so.
"Oh. I'm here for family reasons. I'm trying to find my brother, Bishop."
She paused, before realising she had neglected her name, before piping up.
"I'm Aubrey, no last name."
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