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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Aug 7, 2016 20:59:24 GMT -8
The Palace of the Skies is a majestic collection of delicate white spires, arched doorways and ceilings, and columned walkways that gives the entire structure a very airy feeling. Thick grasses, lush ponds, and a profusion of trees fill the lands around the palace, where the graceful nimuar of the High Priestess and the proud, fierce sokeli of the High Priest live. Located mostly outside, the entry hall is where all visitors are received. The Temple Guard will hold all visitors here until it can be deemed that they pose no threat, and here where servants will meet them to escort them to the High Priest and High Priestess. Most of the halls of the palace are open to the air and look out upon the palace grounds, a necessary feature in the warm, nearly tropical climate of Esdara. Private library of the High Priest and High Priestess, this sprawling three-story room with large windows and high arched ceilings is a favorite of both of the scions of Esdar. Filled with books that date back to Esdara's origins, many of its tomes are kept a closely guarded secret, their contents unknown to even the members of the Council of Winds. A blend of carefully planned flower beds and elegantly chaotic plants, the expansive palace gardens are lined with stone walkways and a number of fountains and fish ponds. A few stone gazebos filled with cushions and other comfortable furniture can be found in various places, providing comfort for those who walk through the greenery. This large area is also where the protected nimuar and sokeli reside, roaming freely throughout. In the heart of the palace is the throne room. This is the highest court in the realm. Here the High Priest and High Priestess hear the most important matters, and it is here where the High Priest lays his judgments upon cases deemed too high to be handled by only the Council of Winds. This is also where the High Priestess hears the most important entreaties of the people and where the two share the visions and law given to them by the god Esdar. |
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Hypern Cynic'al
Established
Roleplay posts: 12 
Age: 27
Physical Description: Hypern Cynic'al stands at 6ft1. He is well tanned and has a slight but well built physique with dark Green eyes. His soft pure white 14Ft wings a major contrast to his well tanned and toned body. H.C is considered to be extremely Handsome and to be known to have a very cynical nature. His cynical nature though is a double edged sword, It can gain him entrance into any area with his uniquely cynical wit and charm but turn on him when he uses it against those without a sense of humor as dry as his own. He has a vicious scar in his chest where he was once pierced by a sword in the call of duty.
Clothes and Equipment: Thin scale mail adjusted not to interfere with My wings
Longsword with the twin score markings of a blade-master.
Crimson Cloak bearing the Winged Shield of the Sword and Crown marking his rank as a Viridis within the temple guard.
Player's online availability : Daily
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 3:08:48 GMT -8
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Post by Hypern Cynic'al on Oct 18, 2016 2:15:10 GMT -8
Secluded in one of the Palaces many private training grounds, Hypern sits calmly within a whirlwind of leaves. Instantly the whirlwind rises u around him condensing itself into a spinning ball of air, locking all the leaves within the confines of air. A break in the air flow behind him notifies him that someone is coming towards him from behind. Turning he sees no one, surprised he looks around, a second later a figure walks through the gate to this training area causing a thin smile to spread across Hypern's face Obviously his training was paying off if his passive ability to sense people by wind current had extended past it's previous limit of 15 feet.
The new arrival approaches quickly, their hand extended and holding out a envelope of purest white. Taking the letter Hypern's smile turns into a frown when he sees the seal of the High Inquisitor on the back. Breaking the seal he slowly reads the contents. Turning to the servant he nods his head. "Thank you for bringing this to me, I will not need to send a response so you may leave." With a nod the attendant slowly turns and leaves the area.
Seating himself Hypern lowers his head into his hands, taking a moment to think over the contents of the instructions he had just read. Rising he whispers softly to himself under his breath "I will just have to report to the high priest before I leave, best make this quick." Swiftly he marches from the training grounds towards the informal sitting room of the Blade and Crown.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Nov 2, 2016 9:38:16 GMT -8
A guard led Jun of the Celadine and Grandma along a white stone path away from the palace and past the gardens, toward a forested area of the expansive palace grounds. The path wound through trees before finally coming to a glade filled with ruins and a spring that trickled off into a creek. Frolicking around the glade and ruins were the nimuar, the winged deer sacred to the High Priestess, who was standing among them. The guard bowed and spoke to the elegant winged woman. "Your Grace, Lady Jun and her companion, Grandma of Isra, wish to speak with you." |
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Lady Ysaera
Established
Roleplay posts: 28 
Age: 35
Physical Description: Of average height for one of the visibly-blessed Esdar'ial, Ysaera is 5'7", and in possession of a lush and curvaceous form. Fair-skinned and delicate, with beautiful features and slightly pointed ears, she has long white hair and eyes that are grey, although the exact shade often varies with her emotions, from the brightest shining silver to the darkest iron that is nearly black. Most noticeable about her appearance is the set of great white-feathered wings that protrude from her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Given the difficulty of donning normal clothes with wings to consider, Ysaera has a tendency to wear rather revealing clothing, with a propensity for baring her back and shoulders. Given the perpetually warm climate of the Shaded Valley, the less clothing she wears, the better, usually in light airy fabrics of pale, cheery colors.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:58:16 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Ysaera on Nov 2, 2016 9:42:39 GMT -8
Ysaera was indeed visiting with her beloved nimuar, currently seated upon a rock and petting a small winged fawn as it leaned into her and headbutted her shoulder affectionately. The arrival of the guard, Jun, and Grandma didn't seem to disturb the herd - they just looked over at the trio with curious eyes and returned to drinking and grazing, although a tall, proud buck perched atop one of the ruins looked down at them very closely, his eyes intelligent and intent. Ysaera looked up when the guard spoke, and smiled as her silvery eyes landed on Jun, giving the fawn a final gentle scratch behind its ears before she stood. Her wings rustled then folded against her back, slightly disturbing the robes of shimmering pale gold silk that clung to her form.
"Lady Jun, it pleases me to see you returned to Esdara. You may go, Mikhal." This was said to the guard, who bowed and departed, leaving the three women alone. Ysaera crossed the space between herself and the Lowlanders, followed by the fawn who pranced and leaped about merrily, little wings flapping.
"It is nice to meet you.. Grandma, was it? What brings you to Esdara?"
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Nov 3, 2016 9:52:13 GMT -8
Grandma would offer a warm smile to Ysaera and give her a nod of respect as she approached. Ysaera didn’t appear very old to Grandma, apparently, the High Priestess didn’t have a significant age requirement. Although she wasn’t sure yet, perhaps they were chosen at a younger age to train for their roles.
“A pleasure to meet you High Priestess, I’ve been hoping to meet you since I arrived in Esdara.”
Pausing for a moment, Grandma considers how to continue her line of inquiry.
“I’ve come to Esdara for the purpose of learning more about your people, history, and religion. The last two of those seem very intertwined from what I’ve gathered so far. I’m very well traveled and the prospect of a place like this that was cut off from the rest of the world for hundreds of years peaks my curiosity.”
“I also find your religion quite fascinating from what I’ve been told about it so far. As your country has been cut off from the outside world and put in a cultural stasis of sorts, I have no doubt the stories of your past and origins are much more well kept than they would be in a typical country exposed to outside influences. I have learned a good deal about your history and religion from the priest at the temple and the library there but was told if I wanted to know more, I should seek a meeting with you.”
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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 Nov 6, 2016 12:10:44 GMT -8
While the pair was speaking, Jun was completely and utterly entranced by the fuzzy flying fawn. It took her a second to regain her composure and participate in the conversation. Without even properly responding to her acknowledgement, she exclaimed, "May I pet him?"
Assuming she was allowed, she would very gently get down one knee and reach out a hand, giving the creature a chance to acclimate to her scent. She wasn't a beast master, but as a Land-Tiller she had some experience dealing with animals. The fact that she had bathed recently and gave off a slight lavender scent might also work to her advantage.
In any case, Jun would also chime in during the two ladies' conversation. "I'm here to vouch for Grandma's honor. She is a friend of our nation and has aided in its defense recently. She is an exceedingly powerful, but benevolent being. She's known for her curiosity and pursuit of knowledge."
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Lady Ysaera
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 35
Physical Description: Of average height for one of the visibly-blessed Esdar'ial, Ysaera is 5'7", and in possession of a lush and curvaceous form. Fair-skinned and delicate, with beautiful features and slightly pointed ears, she has long white hair and eyes that are grey, although the exact shade often varies with her emotions, from the brightest shining silver to the darkest iron that is nearly black. Most noticeable about her appearance is the set of great white-feathered wings that protrude from her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Given the difficulty of donning normal clothes with wings to consider, Ysaera has a tendency to wear rather revealing clothing, with a propensity for baring her back and shoulders. Given the perpetually warm climate of the Shaded Valley, the less clothing she wears, the better, usually in light airy fabrics of pale, cheery colors.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:58:16 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Ysaera on Nov 6, 2016 14:32:22 GMT -8
Ysaera looked quite surprised by what Grandma had to say, and then her brow furrowed in a mixture of mild puzzlement and concern as she elaborated upon her search for knowledge. Specifically, a more in-depth knowledge of Esdara's history and religion. She eyed the elderly woman with a touch of suspicion, but before she could truly respond to the statements made, she was distracted by Jun's question. She looked over at the girl, then down at the fawn, who had splayed his front legs awkwardly in an attempt to stretch out his little neck and reach the grass between his hooves to graze.
"Be slow and gentle. They are accustomed to very few." Only Ysaera and a few priestesses cared for the herd of nimuar, and the herd was, if not fearful, then cautious of those unfamiliar to them. She glanced away from the fawn and Jun's attempt to befriend it, looking at Grandma once more.
"I find myself a touch confused. If you have learned of our history and religion from one of our disciples at the High Church, what more is it that you hope to find out from me?" There were some secrets that it was her duty - and that of the Blade - to keep at all costs. And that most certainly included outsiders.
Meanwhile, the fawn had blinked big brown eyes at Jun as she crouched down to its level. The curious youngster padded closer, ears and little tail twitching curiously, and stretched its head out to sniff at the extended hand. That Ysaera seemed at ease with her presence was enough for the fawn to decide it liked Jun, and to urge him to play with her. A wet tongue licked her fingers, and little wings flapped energetically as it bounded around behind the Crown, then back toward Jun, headbutting her shoulder with a playful bleat.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Nov 20, 2016 14:53:26 GMT -8
Although Grandma could try and play games with the Crown and be a bit less direct about what she wanted, that was a method Grandma wasn’t very fond of. She preferred to be blunt and direct about her goals when possible. She suspected the politicians in Isra felt quite ill at the very thought of her directness, but she wasn’t particularly against breaking standard protocol.
“To be perfectly honest with you High Priestess, the demon Xoilun that is mentioned in your religion sounds quite similar to other creatures I have encountered in the past. I am a traveler you see, and the reason for my traveling is the search for knowledge as well as… Creatures of great evil.”
Although the last part wasn’t completely true, her overall statement had enough truth in it that Grandma could look the High Priestess in the eye without a hint of subterfuge or ulterior motive showing in her gaze. For she did truly wish to assist Esdara with Xoilun, assuming the prophecies held even a grain of truth in them.
“Your prophecies tell that he will return, and if it’s the manner of creature I suspect it is, it most certainly will. I wish to offer my services to Esdara to assist in preparations for the day when Xoilun will return to your currently peaceful nation and attempt to wreak havoc upon it. I do understand this is a highly unusual request from a complete outsider, but I offer my assistance to both long time friends and those who I have just met. If I come across a village that is being burnt down by a dragon, I will do what I can to help them. Although Esdara is far more than a village and has some very capable defensive measures in place, I still wish to offer my assistance to you and your people, this is why I ask to learn more about your history and religion.”
Grandma might have been too blunt with the High Priestess, but she had laid out her offer so there would be no confusion as to what her goals were.
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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 Nov 28, 2016 18:36:01 GMT -8
The biggest smile Jun had ever smiled creased on her face. Something so adorable should be illegal! With quick but delicate steps, like a rapid tiptoe, Jun heeded the little fawn and chased after him. As they bounced around the field, Jun occasionally stole glances at Grandma and the Winged Crown. For the most part she trusted Grandma to know how to carry herself, but there was always a part of her ready to butt in, just in case. After all, it was because of her that Grandma had been allowed here in the first place.
Their running around had eventually evolved into a sort of game of tag. She was surprised by how intelligent the creature was.
When Grandma offered her assistance to their people, Jun turned to them curiously, just as the fawn bopped her on the head.
"Huh, guess they'll be a Black Tower here soon after all," she said to herself.
The fawn bleated playfully.
Jun leered at it, then bleated back and grinned.
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Lady Ysaera
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 35
Physical Description: Of average height for one of the visibly-blessed Esdar'ial, Ysaera is 5'7", and in possession of a lush and curvaceous form. Fair-skinned and delicate, with beautiful features and slightly pointed ears, she has long white hair and eyes that are grey, although the exact shade often varies with her emotions, from the brightest shining silver to the darkest iron that is nearly black. Most noticeable about her appearance is the set of great white-feathered wings that protrude from her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Given the difficulty of donning normal clothes with wings to consider, Ysaera has a tendency to wear rather revealing clothing, with a propensity for baring her back and shoulders. Given the perpetually warm climate of the Shaded Valley, the less clothing she wears, the better, usually in light airy fabrics of pale, cheery colors.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:58:16 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Ysaera on Nov 29, 2016 9:24:45 GMT -8
Ysaera listened to Grandma's speech with a thoughtful expression, lips pressed into a line and brows furrowed slightly. She could admit that the prospect of having the assistance of a powerful outsider in the event of Xoilun's return would be greatly beneficial to her, and Elen, and the nation as a whole. While Esdara was stronger and more developed than it had been when the Demon was banished from this realm, they were at a distinct disadvantage on two fronts: Esdar was not yet strong enough to intervene in this world again.. and they were still lacking the protective presence of their Skywarden.
The Crown gave herself a few moments to think over this matter seriously, turning her head to watch as the fawn played with Jun, struggling to flap its little wings strongly enough to lift itself off the ground. It succeeded.. for about three seconds, leaving it to crash gently into the water of the creek with a surprised sound, then stand and frolic back over to the girl, shaking vigorously and showering her with little droplets of water. Finally, the winged woman looked back at Grandma.
"I cannot deny that your offer is most appealing. Ever since Esdar raised us from the earth and gave us our many gifts, he has been weakened, his powers slowly being restored - and with the loss of the Skywarden, we are vulnerable in many ways. I will grant you leave to investigate the contents of our archives here at the Palace, and to ask any questions of myself and my counterpart that you may have, but I must ask that you be extremely discreet with all that you learn. We keep this information from the people for good reason, and it must remain unknown to them."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Nov 30, 2016 13:03:58 GMT -8
It seemed directly stating her request had worked out, for the Crown accepted her offer. They requested her silence to others on this matter, but that was to be expected. Grandma held many secrets and she wouldn't have trouble holding on to one more.
“I thank you for agreeing to my proposal, High Priestess. I will look into the matter of Xoilun deeply to be better equipped to assist Esdara when the time of his return comes. I also can promise you I will keep what I learn of this to myself, for I understand the necessity of keeping certain things hidden from the public quite well. You will not regret this decision.”
Offering another nod of respect to the Crown, Grandma pauses for a moment, as if considering her next course of action.
“Although I certainly have many questions for you, I feel I should first understand the big picture by reading through the archives here at your palace. Once I have done that, I will certainly wish to speak with you again.”
If the Crown didn’t have any other questions for Grandma, she would excuse herself and head towards the Palace Library.
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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 Dec 1, 2016 14:58:49 GMT -8
"Uh, Grandma?" Jun said as she was being externally hydrated by the fawn's gyrations. "If you don't need my help further I'd like to get back home. I've got a lot to do. In fact you might be interested in knowing that the Earthwarden is teaching me druidic magic. But I've got to practice. My plants keep exploding for some reason."
It'd be funny if it wasn't true.
In any case Jun rubbed the fawn's adorable face and bid it farewell, assuming she would be allowed to return home.
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Lady Ysaera
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 35
Physical Description: Of average height for one of the visibly-blessed Esdar'ial, Ysaera is 5'7", and in possession of a lush and curvaceous form. Fair-skinned and delicate, with beautiful features and slightly pointed ears, she has long white hair and eyes that are grey, although the exact shade often varies with her emotions, from the brightest shining silver to the darkest iron that is nearly black. Most noticeable about her appearance is the set of great white-feathered wings that protrude from her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Given the difficulty of donning normal clothes with wings to consider, Ysaera has a tendency to wear rather revealing clothing, with a propensity for baring her back and shoulders. Given the perpetually warm climate of the Shaded Valley, the less clothing she wears, the better, usually in light airy fabrics of pale, cheery colors.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:58:16 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Ysaera on Dec 1, 2016 19:53:58 GMT -8
"I will have a guard escort you to the library, and I will let it be known to the guards and staff that you are to be given free rein of the palace and grounds, aside from certain sensitive areas." That way she wouldn't be bothered while doing her investigation. Ysaera spoke quietly to the fawn in an unfamiliar, musical language, and the youngster bleated at Jun, nuzzling her affectionately, before bounding back over to the Crown. She petted the creature as she smiled at the pair, then looked at Jun specifically.
"I do hope you will see fit to return to us in the future, Lady Jun, if only for a casual visit."
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Dec 2, 2016 8:46:09 GMT -8
The guard who had led Jun and Grandma to the area stepped out from behind a tree, having been hovering nearby to keep an eye on the Crown, as was his duty. He stood by patiently, waiting for Grandma to be ready to depart, so that he could lead her to the library.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Dec 2, 2016 14:05:20 GMT -8
Grandma glanced over at Jun as she spoke, offering her a nod of acknowledgment.
“Oh yes, I should be sending you back now. Thank you for your assistance, Jun. Until we next meet.”
Offering Jun a wave of farewell, Grandma snapped her fingers. There would be a rather loud pop as the air around Jun distorted for a moment. By the time it returned to normal, Jun would find herself no longer in the Palace, but back where she had been when first coming through the portal Grandma had opened.
“Thank you for your consideration, High Priestess. I will start my searching through your archives right away.”
Giving a nod of respect to the Crown, Grandma would turn and follow the guard to the library.
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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 Dec 19, 2016 10:08:04 GMT -8
Dasyra flew over the grounds of the Palace with Bishop behind her, the wings of Terlin moving them through the air with graceful sweeps. She looked down at the ground far below, admiring the beauty of the green fields, thick forests, and ponds and streams that filled the area. She called back to Bishop, steering Terlin on a wide course around the palace.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
(Sorry for the delay, I wanted to make sure the previous scene was over, also I've been busy.)
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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 Dec 20, 2016 2:45:51 GMT -8
(No worries. I've been preoccupied the last two weeks as well.)
He was awed at the sight before him. His usual endless chatter came to a stop, as he stared wide-eyed at the city underneath, gaping in disbelief. He hadn't ever done anything like this. He'd only seen stuff like this in paintings. Even then, they were nothing close to the real thing. Having spent his childhood in Brittlespire, a traditional, grey and boring town, it really was alien to him.
"W-w-wow!" He barely managed to talk. Focusing on the ground below, he neglected to hold on to Terlin's back.
He was suddenly lurched forwards, as he momentarily lost grip, flinging him forwards, before he righted himself again. He bonked his head, with a loud clang against Dasyra's armour. Despite the sound, it wasn't very hard. He immediately got back control, righting himself.
"Owwch!" He yelled, before rubbing his hand against his head. He felt embarrassed - being reminded of his own aloofness in such a undesirable manner. He felt slightly resigned, blushing. He hoped he hadn't got on her nerves.
"S-sorry."
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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 Dec 20, 2016 9:00:58 GMT -8
The sound of his obvious awe made her grin, and despite the unexpected jostling of his head clanging into her armor, Dasyra didn't flinch. She did, however, have to stifle a laugh. This boy was unlike any she'd met before, and he was rather entertaining, not to mention adorable in a hilarious sort of way.
"No need to apologize. Flying on a zanora for the first time can be disorienting, especially if you haven't been training for it. Easy to lose your balance. Hold on tight, I'm going in low." Terlin angled his wings and swooped downward until his talons were skimming the tops of the trees below them. They came upon a large open area full of rocks, ruins, and streams, that was filled with the nimuar, the graceful winged deer sacred to the Crown. They looked up to make sure the giant eagle's presence wasn't a threat, then the does and the watchful buck returned to what they were doing as the fawns frolicked and played.
The palace was off to their left, its shining white spires and domes gleaming beneath the light of the sun. It was a picturesque scene, and not for the first time Dasyra marveled at the sight of it.
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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 Dec 20, 2016 18:46:14 GMT -8
"Woaaaaahh wait!"
He placed a hand over his mouth, trying to alleviate his own nausea, as they sped down towards the palace, skimming the trees. He was terrified. And he felt sick. He had never witnessed such speeds before. The fastest he'd ever been is on a horse. Even then, he'd only witnessed it at a fast canter. He scrunched his eyes, and tried to not look down. Else he may throw up. He groaned, signifying his discomfort.
Luckily they slowed down, and the speed was nearly illusory, created by the drop in height. He remove di his hand from his mouth, taking a few deep breaths and settling his stomach. He still felt slightly sick, but it was more of an afterthought to him at this point.
"Wow! Is that the palace? And what are those deer things? Can we go closer?" His normal excitable self was back, feeling a little more relaxed on the back of Terlin.
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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 Dec 21, 2016 10:31:24 GMT -8
"Yes, that's the Palace of the Skies, where the Winged Blade of Justice and the Winged Crown of Grace reside. Those 'deer things' are the nimuar, sacred creatures of the Crown, and can only be approached in her presence or with her permission. Seeing as I don't have leave to land within the grounds, this is as close as we can get." She circled around the area where the nimuar were gathered so that Bishop could get a better look at them. After a few minutes of this, Dasyra turned Terlin toward the palace, moving around the far eastern side of the elegant building and toward the northern part of the grounds. This area was less thickly wooded, comprised of more grassland and rocks than trees.
Lazing about on top of the rocks and roaming through the grass were a pride of winged lions, their creamy off-white fur and feathers gleaming in the light of the sun. They glanced up at the zanora and his passengers, one large male with a darker mane and wings roaring up at them in warning. Dasyra had Terlin move up a bit in response, not wanting to threaten the dominant male's authority.
"Those are the sokeli, sacred to the Blade."
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