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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Dec 22, 2016 9:52:57 GMT -8
The scribe quickly scribbled on the sheet of parchment attached to his lapdesk, then signed and stamped it, before handing it over to the officer. Said officer scanned the sheet and signed his own name, then removed the parchment and handed it to Aubrey.
"Our records state he passed through here. It looked like he was headed east toward the capital when he left, so you might start there."
The scribe bustled off and the officer took a seat near the fire once Aubrey took the paper from him.
"Keep that parchment with you at all times, it will let you past our checkpoints. If you lose it you'll be denied passage into our cities."
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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 22, 2016 19:24:57 GMT -8
She nodded, tucking the parchment under her cloak. She finished the rest of her tea, before moving out.
[exit]
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Zodiac
New
i am best triplet
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 19
Physical Description: curly silver hair
5'10"
got a weird tan
thin & skinny
expressive
relaxed posture
baby face
blue-purple eyes
Clothes and Equipment: green cloak with ornate gold-thread family sigil & decoration
brown pants & tan shirt
scuffed black boots
shortsword, worn at belt, sheath has red-dye stains
Registered: Dec 21, 2016 6:36:03 GMT -8
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Post by Zodiac on Dec 22, 2016 21:34:32 GMT -8
None the wiser a certain lookalike sister had been here previously, it was sheer coincidence Zodi had been dropped off (via airship of course) to the northern gate of Esdara. The weather had relented for now, and so the green-cloaked young man walked up the bridge unhindered. He'd been drawn here by the departure of both his triplets — heading to the same place. It so totally wasn't fair he was going to miss out on all the interesting things they were probably doing!
Zodiac stops at the gate, eyeing the structure — he'd been seeing many new things, recently. This was one of them. A sheltered village life did nothing for one's worldly experience.
"I'd like to enter!" he proclaims, "I'm searching for my siblings!"
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Dec 23, 2016 12:22:59 GMT -8
A guard poked their head out above the crenelations atop the wall, then tapped his spear against the stone. The gate before Zodiac rumbled open, permitting him entrance into the guard house area proper, where an officer and a scribe stood talking. They both looked up as the pale-haired boy came into view, and the female officer addressed him.
"Welcome. You said you're here in search of your siblings? What is your name?"
The scribe began to scribble on a piece of parchment attached to the lapdesk she held, waiting for the boy to state his name so the paperwork could be finished.
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Zodiac
New
i am best triplet
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 19
Physical Description: curly silver hair
5'10"
got a weird tan
thin & skinny
expressive
relaxed posture
baby face
blue-purple eyes
Clothes and Equipment: green cloak with ornate gold-thread family sigil & decoration
brown pants & tan shirt
scuffed black boots
shortsword, worn at belt, sheath has red-dye stains
Registered: Dec 21, 2016 6:36:03 GMT -8
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Post by Zodiac on Dec 25, 2016 20:14:41 GMT -8
Zodiac watches with mild awe (still particularly impressed by the structure) as the gate rattles upward and open. Scarcely hesitating, he strides on inward, offering an impossibly friendly smile to the officer and scribe. He adjusted his cloak.
"That's right," he confirms, "Their names are Bishop and Audrey — I don't think they would've given a last name." He scratches his head, seeming a little irritated by the fact, before remembering he had to introduce himself too, "My name's Zodiac. "
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Dec 26, 2016 11:10:13 GMT -8
The scribe scribbled down Zodiac's name when it was given, then signed and stamped the sheet, before handing it over to the officer - who also signed it. The parchment was then given to Zodiac.
"Our records indicate they headed east, toward the capital of Esdar'ai. Keep this paper with you at all times, it will allow you access to our towns. Travel safely."
The officer pointed toward the east. Zodiac was now free to go wherever he wished.
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Rowen
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Mar 6, 2016 17:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Rowen on Dec 28, 2016 18:42:54 GMT -8
The Voyager slowly came into view as it approached the island, setting course for The Northern Boarder Fortress. Sails from three masts unfurled as they caught the wind being propelled across sky like a listless cloud, shimmered a faint golden hue in the morning sun as if a strange spell had been placed over them keeping the ship afloat. The ship was rather larger and lurched forward like a lumbering giant. Commotion could be heard from the upper decks as the captain issued his command.
“Hoist the sails!”
Men scurried and clambered about drawing on long twisted ropes as the sails were slowly drawn upward and tied off with expert hands, allowing the ship to merely coast towards the approaching structure, coming to a slow halt as it reached the landing before the gates. Large arms could be seen from the upper deck obviously used for the loading and unloading of cargo and the ship bobbed only faintly as if upon a gently wave lowering itself towards the ground at least enough for a ramp to be extended from its bowels extending towards the small ship. The ship itself flew no banner or colors a free enterprise though one may have been able to recognize the strange symbol some of them men bore the silhouette of a wilted rose, surrounded by falling petals on a crimson back-ground emblazoned on their sir-coats. The Trading Association, or more formally known as The Adventurer’s guild. A single man stepped from the vessel, black leather boots clicking loudly against the gangway the man adorned a coat and a white-laced shirt. The Comically-large ten-gallon hat was just the icing on the cake.
He approached the gate alone, wishing to inform the guards as to their intentions if they were not clear already. Though still- he presented the parchment to the first man who inquired. A ledger of all the names on board, as well as the goods that they carried with them. It was later learned that the ship had arrived with the intentions of doing trade within the capital however only a small group of eight me had actually intended to gain entry. A few horse-drawn wagons, stacked neatly with crated goods. Most filled with silks, and crafts from far unknown regions. Of course, it was just as likely that they might be turned away. A rather peculiar sort traveled with them, Rowen. His name given along with the ledger though the man appeared to be quite somber and did not converse with any unless spoken to directly. Adorned in a white cloak which appeared to be quite weathered, frayed at the end and stained with dark splotches that was either dirt or blood. Lengths of cloth swayed gently upon the wind, revealing the thin frame beneath the man was covered entirely in bandages which coiled about his torso and limbs like tiny white snakes, tied off about his wrist and allowed to drop towards the awaiting ground. Within his right hand digits curled around the shaft of lance, Leaf-bladed tip bound in the same manner as his skin. Though perhaps most noteworthy was the bright crimson cloth which covered both eye, and helped to tame the wild mane of raven lochs which fell upon either shoulder in light waves. The man appeared to be no more than a vagabond. Though he had been tasked with escorting the small caravan upon their journey.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Dec 29, 2016 10:02:04 GMT -8
The ship and its crew went unhindered in any way, a small cluster of scribes quickly scribbling names and reason for travel onto the proper papers, which were then signed, stamped, and signed again by the officer that had come to greet the ship and its occupants, while a few other soldiers inspected the goods being brought along. Once all was in order, the sheets of parchment were handed out with the usual instructions: The papers were meant to be kept with their recipients at all times, and would allow them into the various cities.
Directions to Cyrili in the west, Zanora'si to the south, and Esdar'ai to the east were handed out, as well as answers to any questions that might be asked, and then the caravan would be allowed to go on its way with no problems.
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Rowen
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Mar 6, 2016 17:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Rowen on Dec 29, 2016 10:34:36 GMT -8
Much to the Captain and Crew's relief the transition went relatively smoothly; the goods had been separated based on their type and loaded onto the different carts. The guards would find that everything that had been listed on the ledgers accounted for, it was clear that a great amount of care and planning had gone into the preparations of their current expedition. The men were amiable and offered to help where needed or stayed out of the way when required. They accepted the parchments, keeping them on their persons as instructed before being allowed to enter. They had inquired which cities would be best to peddle their wares before setting off for potential gains and new relations.
-exit-
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