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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Aug 7, 2016 22:04:01 GMT -8
Where the great Zanora riders live and dwell, the fortress of the eagle riders is balanced somewhat precariously atop a tall, rocky pinnacle. It is accessible only by the air, or by a very narrow and treacherous road coming from the city on the lower mountain slopes. This secluded nature makes it not only nigh-on impregnable, but also a great training tool for those who seek to join the ranks of the fearsome eagle riders. Contained within the Fortress are the Training Yard and the Zanora Riders Barracks, as well as a mess hall and magically-powered bathing rooms, several armories, and a few libraries containing detailed maps of Esdara and manuals on tactics and combat.
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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 Oct 5, 2016 17:06:43 GMT -8
The tunnel curved under the mountain and eventually let them out inside the main courtyard of the fortress. This high up, the wind whipped at their hair, and Dasyra led them up a set of stairs onto a battlement so they could see the town down in the valley, so far away as to look like a child's playset in the distance. She spoke to Elizabeth Finch, Jun of the Celadine, and Urist Ranulfin, calling over the whipping wind as zanora wheeled and soared overhead.
"This is our stronghold, where all our training is done. That down there is the town of Zanora'si, which keeps us supplied.. and provides a place to go drinking when off duty." She chuckled, sharing a look with Liz, knowing the woman would understand what she was saying.
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Urist Ranulfin
Committed
'ere little piggie!
Roleplay posts: 91
Age: 132
Physical Description: An extremely bulky, and hardy Dwarf fitting their stereotype quite well. He has a great brown beard, and a head shaved clean to help wear his helmet. He is moderately sized for a Dwarf (4ft) but his boots bump that him up to 4'3. His mustache is waxed to be very wide, whilst his beard is in long and very thick braids a sword could get stuck in.
Clothes and Equipment: A massive suit of meteoric iron armour with all sorts of mostly anti-magic enhancements. This metal plate armour is covered with a thin dragon skin. Under it he wears a simple leather jerkin and pants. His boots are massive steel-capped things that create sparks whenever he runs on a hard surface. He is armed with a massive great hammer, creating flames when struck. Finally, his helmet is a great thing, steel, but plated with black obsidian and dragon egg shell and with golden wings. In his back-pack is an old, but reliable crossbow that has a pull a giant would struggle with. He also has a long hook and reel somewhere on him. On his belt are a secondary and much smaller axe, and hammer, whilst on his back is a rather massive and thick shield. He also carries a rather massive book which he never shares the details of. Finally, across his back is a massive fur cape, which if one pays attention to is of humanoid origin.... Adorning his fingers are fat golden rings with all kinds of patterns, but on one hands's fingers is engraved "Urist" in common, whilst in the other in Dwarfish. A gold chain is on his neck, while silver braces are on both of his hands, over his armour as decoration. This mass of equipment means that he rarely strays from civilization, and when he does he is always hunting for something to eat, for it is tiring to carry all the gear he does.
Registered: Jul 9, 2016 13:07:48 GMT -8
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Post by Urist Ranulfin on Oct 5, 2016 19:25:00 GMT -8
Standing on his shield for some extra height, Urist looked on quietly. They certainly took their time to build it, which instantly earned all the people if Esdara a few points in his book. Making it stand out of a mountain in a manner so picturesque was also admirable. There was something that was surprising to him. "I wonder, did you find so much stone of this particular shade of white, or is it just a lot of paint?" He did not know what they were on; it could be loam, it could be chalk. However, from the bits of rock jutting out of the mountain the white colour did not seem natural. He also wondered if there was an underground passage. There most likely was, but it was probably a secret, and would get him chased off should he inquire.
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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 Oct 6, 2016 12:02:02 GMT -8
Blackbean was glad to be out in the open air. He allowed to expand again to his great size and enjoy the fast moving air currents. He did a funny thing. Hopping out to where the air currents were strongest, the massive crow spread his wings out and withdrew his feet. As if he was in a wind tunnel, the creature carefully balanced himself until he was surfing the air currents without actually moving. There he was, floating like a great feathered black cloud, eliciting chuckles from his partner.
Jun craned her neck up to see the top of the fortress. Well damn. In response to Urist she said, "Uh, my dad tells me you can find lots of limestone deposits in the Saskatoon mountains. I don't know if it's the best building material..." She shrugged. Suddenly she started blinking rapidly and her posture began to waver. She shook her head and focused on a fixed point on the floor. Blackbean noticed Jun wasn't feeling well and floated back down. He hopped over and nudged Jun's cheek out of concern.
"Huh..." She turned to Wingman Dasyra. "I don't suppose your training helps you get used to high altitudes?" Apparently Jun was suffering from mild altitude sickness. This made sense, since the Land-Tiller people were first and foremost a people of the fields and forests, which means they evolved in a relatively oxygen rich environment. Jun had flown in the sky with Blackbean many times, even in the mountains. But this was a mountain above skies which were themselves above mountains. This was quite literally a whole new level for her.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Oct 7, 2016 11:29:05 GMT -8
Liz winked back at Dasyra, the flying elves certainly had some excellent taverns.
"Truly magnificent..." she breathed.
She would give her left arm...well, Chancellor Greyiron's left arm, to have such a magnificent training fortress. The Dawn Rider eyries were formidable looking structures, but they did not compare to this architectural beauty.
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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 Oct 7, 2016 16:33:03 GMT -8
"According to lore, the stone was grey when it was quarried. But then it was blessed by the Blade and Crown when it was finished and became this brilliant white. It never stains and is stronger than the hardest gems. Or so our tales say." She didn't look at Urist as she responded, but she did look at Jun as she noticed the Tiller's distress.
"Ah.. it didn't even occur to me that you're all used to an environment with thicker air. We have something that should help." She snagged a nearby trainee and instructed them to go get a pouch of floatweed, which would no doubt confuse Jun and the others considerably when they heard it spoken. After a few minutes, the trainee came running back, and offered Dasyra a small, water-tight pouch. This, she then handed to Jun - when opened, the pouch would be seen to contain fronds of a pale green plant that bordered on white, its tiny leaves thick and springy.
"Chew on that. It should help with the height sickness." Dasyra didn't understand the nature of it, but basically, the plant contained an enzyme that made it easier for the body to draw in more oxygen when there was less of it to be had in the air. She reached over and patted Jun's shoulder.
"We'll work that out of you, no need to fret. I'm from Cyrili, myself, it took me months before I could breathe freely up here."
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Urist Ranulfin
Committed
'ere little piggie!
Roleplay posts: 91
Age: 132
Physical Description: An extremely bulky, and hardy Dwarf fitting their stereotype quite well. He has a great brown beard, and a head shaved clean to help wear his helmet. He is moderately sized for a Dwarf (4ft) but his boots bump that him up to 4'3. His mustache is waxed to be very wide, whilst his beard is in long and very thick braids a sword could get stuck in.
Clothes and Equipment: A massive suit of meteoric iron armour with all sorts of mostly anti-magic enhancements. This metal plate armour is covered with a thin dragon skin. Under it he wears a simple leather jerkin and pants. His boots are massive steel-capped things that create sparks whenever he runs on a hard surface. He is armed with a massive great hammer, creating flames when struck. Finally, his helmet is a great thing, steel, but plated with black obsidian and dragon egg shell and with golden wings. In his back-pack is an old, but reliable crossbow that has a pull a giant would struggle with. He also has a long hook and reel somewhere on him. On his belt are a secondary and much smaller axe, and hammer, whilst on his back is a rather massive and thick shield. He also carries a rather massive book which he never shares the details of. Finally, across his back is a massive fur cape, which if one pays attention to is of humanoid origin.... Adorning his fingers are fat golden rings with all kinds of patterns, but on one hands's fingers is engraved "Urist" in common, whilst in the other in Dwarfish. A gold chain is on his neck, while silver braces are on both of his hands, over his armour as decoration. This mass of equipment means that he rarely strays from civilization, and when he does he is always hunting for something to eat, for it is tiring to carry all the gear he does.
Registered: Jul 9, 2016 13:07:48 GMT -8
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Post by Urist Ranulfin on Oct 10, 2016 12:55:40 GMT -8
The Dwarf waited for all three to finish. He nodded when they spoke of the rock being enchanted, in a world like this that would be no surprise. He heard a slight hint of doubt in her voice, and looked at her. In a place like this, doubt would be very, very surprising indeed. When the topic of trouble breathing he smiled a little. "Well, us Dwarves live in mountains, we can breath no matter how high." Not wholly true, but good enough. When she mentioned Cyrili he pulled out his book to start mapping, but then realized he was in civilization and put it away. "I don't know where Cyrili is, do you have maps of your land anywhere?"
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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 Oct 11, 2016 12:31:57 GMT -8
Jun gratefully accepted the medicine and chewed the odd-tasting plant with gusto. She had tasted worse things, such as her own cooking before Rowena Fletcher helped set her straight. After a few minutes she took a deep breath and didn't feel like she was dying. Progress had been made.
"Hey, I just realized something. We need to get Urist a flying mount!" The mage turned to the diminutive badass whom she just realized was the one person present who didn't have their very own flying creature. "Just think how many bad guys you could squash with your hammer if you could do it while flying. Maybe you could take lessons with one of the eagles here and then later my people could set you up with a small wyvern or something."
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Oct 12, 2016 13:30:42 GMT -8
Liz was fairly certain that the last thing that the irritable dwarf needed was the ability to fly. At the very least he had been agreeable, if a bit short, thus far today.
"A map would be useful, though, to familiarize the Isran ambassadors with your great nation before they set out."
That herb was incredibly useful, and she made a mental note to recommend obtaining some in the inevitable trade agreements. It would make training her new recruits much easier since they wouldn't spend so much time trying to breathe.
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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 Oct 12, 2016 14:46:52 GMT -8
"Yes, there's a map in the fortress. I'll take you to it, if you're all done taking in the sights?" She turned, and was about to lead them away, when Jun spoke. Her eyes widened, and she shared a look with Liz, unknowingly agreeing with the commodore's assessment. The Dwarf rubbed her the wrong way, and she was fairly certain the last thing this world needed was him on a flying mount.
"Ahh, well, I don't think we have any training equipment small enough for him.. no offense.. but I can try to locate some." Actual flight training didn't usually begin till around sixteen or seventeen years of age, and even a teenage Esdaran was bigger than Urist. Assuming there were no objections, she'd gesture for the trio to follow her, leading them back down the steps and into a hallway. Some twists and turns led them to a large room with a table in the center, dominated by a textured map of the island.
"Feel free to look it over, I'll see if I can't find you some copies to take with you." With that said, she turned to a scribe nearby and began chatting with them about said copies. And also child-sized training equipment.
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Urist Ranulfin
Committed
'ere little piggie!
Roleplay posts: 91
Age: 132
Physical Description: An extremely bulky, and hardy Dwarf fitting their stereotype quite well. He has a great brown beard, and a head shaved clean to help wear his helmet. He is moderately sized for a Dwarf (4ft) but his boots bump that him up to 4'3. His mustache is waxed to be very wide, whilst his beard is in long and very thick braids a sword could get stuck in.
Clothes and Equipment: A massive suit of meteoric iron armour with all sorts of mostly anti-magic enhancements. This metal plate armour is covered with a thin dragon skin. Under it he wears a simple leather jerkin and pants. His boots are massive steel-capped things that create sparks whenever he runs on a hard surface. He is armed with a massive great hammer, creating flames when struck. Finally, his helmet is a great thing, steel, but plated with black obsidian and dragon egg shell and with golden wings. In his back-pack is an old, but reliable crossbow that has a pull a giant would struggle with. He also has a long hook and reel somewhere on him. On his belt are a secondary and much smaller axe, and hammer, whilst on his back is a rather massive and thick shield. He also carries a rather massive book which he never shares the details of. Finally, across his back is a massive fur cape, which if one pays attention to is of humanoid origin.... Adorning his fingers are fat golden rings with all kinds of patterns, but on one hands's fingers is engraved "Urist" in common, whilst in the other in Dwarfish. A gold chain is on his neck, while silver braces are on both of his hands, over his armour as decoration. This mass of equipment means that he rarely strays from civilization, and when he does he is always hunting for something to eat, for it is tiring to carry all the gear he does.
Registered: Jul 9, 2016 13:07:48 GMT -8
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Post by Urist Ranulfin on Oct 13, 2016 16:26:51 GMT -8
When it was suggested he get a mount a small "oh shit" quietly escaped his mouth. He only flew himself a few times before, most notably on that owlbear. Yes, owlbears flew like chickens but they could do it for months on end. But owlbears were different, they were suited to him, their sluggish yet effective manner was exactly what he needed; yet still he went along poorly with them! Personally he thought this was some sort of ploy by Jun and the Commodore to mess with him, knowing it would be impolite for him to turn down the offer. He just looked at the party cautiously and squeaked "Okay...."
When they came to the room with the map, he looked about it and memorised it in seconds, biting his nail thoughtfully. While he could call upon the now solidified memory at any moment, he was too concerned with other things to contemplate the map and the admittedly interesting area at the very moment.
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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 Oct 13, 2016 21:56:26 GMT -8
Jun made an embarrassed grimace. From everyone's reactions, including even the dwarf's, she sensed perhaps she may have gone too far in her desire to make everyone feel included. She also felt bad that the Esdarans likely didn't have any armor that fitted him. She desperately wanted a way to back out of her words without looking stupid.
"Uh... I mean... flying is one of those things that uh... it's... you know... it's a good skill... to have... not a requirement of course... and I mean... it's just... It's not for everyone... but... you... It's good to experience new things you know... uh-"
She was very glad to be presented with something else to talk about. "Oh, neat map. Very well made." She too took the time to memorize it. She ran her fingers over the elevated bits like a child. Her affinity for the map was greatly amplified by its existence presenting literally anything else to talk about. "Esdarans... very good craftsmanship and.. stuff, right guys?"
Ahehehehehe... aheh... ewwwuuhhh... Why do I say things?
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Oct 15, 2016 10:59:32 GMT -8
Liz internally facepalmed hard, and fought the urge to cringe at Jun's attempt to make the situation right.
"Excellent craftsmanship I would say, but then I have a bit of a weakness for textured maps."
A huge weakness, in fact, she only used paper ones on campaign, otherwise, she had numerous map rooms both at the Citadel and the Eyries full of textured maps of every major area in the world. Some even had mock invasion plans on them, something that may have been a bit disconcerting for Isra's allies. They were mostly intellectual exercises and major, highly unlikely, doomsday type scenarios.
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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 Oct 15, 2016 13:09:38 GMT -8
She cast a brief glance toward Liz as the woman expressed a fondness of textured maps, and that brought a grin to Dasyra's face, before she spoke to the clerk again. Then she was turning to face the trio with a smile.
"None of our equipment is properly sized for you, Sir Dwarf, my apologies. We could have some crafted, but it would obviously take some time, and I'm sure you all have homes to get back to and the like. Ah, good, here are some maps..." The scribe scurried up with three leather cases in hand, one of which was larger than the others. The two smaller were offered to Jun and Urist, while the larger was then handed to Liz, who would likely notice that it seemed perhaps a tad heavier than expected. Removing the cap on one end and peeking inside would reveal that the map was made of thick, heavy material, and that the contours of the map were very clearly raised. A textured map just for the commodore.
"Everything but the officers' quarters and the war room are open to you, so feel free to explore the fortress to your contentment. Lady Jun, I simply need to speak with my superiors, and I'll be able to start your training whenever you like."
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Urist Ranulfin
Committed
'ere little piggie!
Roleplay posts: 91
Age: 132
Physical Description: An extremely bulky, and hardy Dwarf fitting their stereotype quite well. He has a great brown beard, and a head shaved clean to help wear his helmet. He is moderately sized for a Dwarf (4ft) but his boots bump that him up to 4'3. His mustache is waxed to be very wide, whilst his beard is in long and very thick braids a sword could get stuck in.
Clothes and Equipment: A massive suit of meteoric iron armour with all sorts of mostly anti-magic enhancements. This metal plate armour is covered with a thin dragon skin. Under it he wears a simple leather jerkin and pants. His boots are massive steel-capped things that create sparks whenever he runs on a hard surface. He is armed with a massive great hammer, creating flames when struck. Finally, his helmet is a great thing, steel, but plated with black obsidian and dragon egg shell and with golden wings. In his back-pack is an old, but reliable crossbow that has a pull a giant would struggle with. He also has a long hook and reel somewhere on him. On his belt are a secondary and much smaller axe, and hammer, whilst on his back is a rather massive and thick shield. He also carries a rather massive book which he never shares the details of. Finally, across his back is a massive fur cape, which if one pays attention to is of humanoid origin.... Adorning his fingers are fat golden rings with all kinds of patterns, but on one hands's fingers is engraved "Urist" in common, whilst in the other in Dwarfish. A gold chain is on his neck, while silver braces are on both of his hands, over his armour as decoration. This mass of equipment means that he rarely strays from civilization, and when he does he is always hunting for something to eat, for it is tiring to carry all the gear he does.
Registered: Jul 9, 2016 13:07:48 GMT -8
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Post by Urist Ranulfin on Oct 17, 2016 5:28:38 GMT -8
The Dwarf sighed with relief. He would not have to fly something himself. It was interesting to watch and let someone do for you, but it was not for him to do. He scratched his beard maintaining his gaze in the larger map. He had thought against it earlier but if he didn't ask, he would never know. "I see this place is built into a mountainous spot. Exactly how deep does it go? Or any of the mines and such here really."
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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 Oct 17, 2016 7:35:14 GMT -8
Jun was relieved that Urist was relieved. Indeed everyone seemed relieved. She gladly took the map and tucked it away.
She clapped her hands together. "Oh I'm ready to start as soon as possible. Thank you! Huh, I wonder what our mounts are up to right now."
Blackbean was waiting outside, attempting to start an avian conversation with the griffin.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Oct 17, 2016 9:29:48 GMT -8
Liz took her scroll and peaked inside, a topographical, textured map! Most excellent! She would have to get the detail added to the world map she was having constructed.
"Thank you very much!"
She would have to return the favor, and made a mental note to have a similar map made up of Isra to send back.
Outside, St. George was asking Blackbean what his favorite of the cow was. St. George's favorite part was the left hindquarter.
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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 Oct 17, 2016 10:13:44 GMT -8
"Excellent. Let's be on with it, then." She led the way out of the room and into another one, which appeared to be a sort of training room with an interesting contraption in the center of the large area, the walls of which were ringed with racks of wooden training weapons. A bird-shaped item with a harness hung from the ceiling by ropes over an open-air well covered with a safety net, and a teenaged boy was currently attached to it, trying to learn to keep his balance as the training tool bounced and twisted and tried very hard to dislodge him.
"We tend to use polearms. Easier to reach the enemy with a long weapon. Are you familiar in their usage?" The question was aimed at both of the women.. or well.. possibly Urist as well, if he was tagging along. Dasyra herself sought out a wooden version of her usual halberd, hefting it experimentally in one armored hand.
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Urist Ranulfin
Committed
'ere little piggie!
Roleplay posts: 91
Age: 132
Physical Description: An extremely bulky, and hardy Dwarf fitting their stereotype quite well. He has a great brown beard, and a head shaved clean to help wear his helmet. He is moderately sized for a Dwarf (4ft) but his boots bump that him up to 4'3. His mustache is waxed to be very wide, whilst his beard is in long and very thick braids a sword could get stuck in.
Clothes and Equipment: A massive suit of meteoric iron armour with all sorts of mostly anti-magic enhancements. This metal plate armour is covered with a thin dragon skin. Under it he wears a simple leather jerkin and pants. His boots are massive steel-capped things that create sparks whenever he runs on a hard surface. He is armed with a massive great hammer, creating flames when struck. Finally, his helmet is a great thing, steel, but plated with black obsidian and dragon egg shell and with golden wings. In his back-pack is an old, but reliable crossbow that has a pull a giant would struggle with. He also has a long hook and reel somewhere on him. On his belt are a secondary and much smaller axe, and hammer, whilst on his back is a rather massive and thick shield. He also carries a rather massive book which he never shares the details of. Finally, across his back is a massive fur cape, which if one pays attention to is of humanoid origin.... Adorning his fingers are fat golden rings with all kinds of patterns, but on one hands's fingers is engraved "Urist" in common, whilst in the other in Dwarfish. A gold chain is on his neck, while silver braces are on both of his hands, over his armour as decoration. This mass of equipment means that he rarely strays from civilization, and when he does he is always hunting for something to eat, for it is tiring to carry all the gear he does.
Registered: Jul 9, 2016 13:07:48 GMT -8
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Post by Urist Ranulfin on Oct 17, 2016 19:07:17 GMT -8
Now that the situation was diffused the Dwarf returned to his usual state of mind and soul, a sort of grim cheeriness. All was well for him but he knew that would not stay long that way. He walked along, curious to see the methods of these people. When weapons were brought up he nodded sagely. "Aye, they're the future of warfare for the next hundred or so years. In combined arms the halberd and crossbow line infantry are the most important bit, or " pike and shot." Great to absorb a charge, an' a counter charge to send the buggers running for their lives. The axe-like head on a halberd let's ya get people off their mount too. I'd use one what for my short arms, but they don't do well against foot-slogging bastards with a shield; the people wot guard temples full of loot." Satisfied, he strokes his beard pondering his own words.
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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 Oct 18, 2016 20:06:38 GMT -8
Jun looked admittedly baffled by the long pointy blade attached to a stick. "Huh..." Her eyes observed the teenage boy, bouncing up and down. She occasionally winced at how uncomfortable it looked. A part of her wanted to help try to catch him if he fell.
When the question was posed, she could only shrug and hold up Resonance the longsword and her buckler. "These are the only melee weapons I've ever used, and even then it's not much." She decided to set her weapons down and hold her palm out. There was a bright flash of light, and a glimmering white facsimile of Dasyra's weapon appeared in her hands. It was clearly made of magical energy. She held it and waved it around. "Huh, feel... ok?"
She took a keen interest in what Urist was saying. She wasn't well versed in military tactics. That was more her parents' thing. In fact the Land-Tillers in general were somewhat bereft of melee fighters. "Pike and shot. That sounds cool." She grinned.
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