Knight-Captain Calgary
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 138
Age: 24
Physical Description: A fitting description is tall, dark, and handsome. He is tall, coming in at about 6'4" and weighing 225lbs, he is one if the largest Dawn Riders. He has brown eyes, and keeps his black hair close to his scalp.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a full set of heavy plate armor, as does his Griffin. He wields a large shield and a larger maul. No ranged weapons of any sort, though he does have an Isran banner flying off the back of his Griffin
Registered: May 12, 2016 9:42:25 GMT -8
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Post by Knight-Captain Calgary on Nov 18, 2016 17:15:06 GMT -8
Yes, Lady Naoki.
Calgary waved his hand, and a flag waving member of the troopship he's on begins signalling another ship.
A squad of ten Dawn Riders takes off from the deck of the ship, spread out and beginning to circle around the beach, looking for any threats or any soldiers approaching from the horizon.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Nov 20, 2016 10:18:19 GMT -8
"I hope there will be battle. It has been too long since I last felt swords break upon my back. Too long since I have bled, and made the enemies of my master bleed in kind." "Hmm.. well.. I'm not so sure how I feel about that," she said, in a somewhat solemn tone. For her, even when death and serious injury has been involved, combat has mostly been a sport. She just knew, very instinctively, that any upcoming violent struggle would be much, much different - in terms of both experience and meaning. She stepped out onto the upper deck, where she would meander her way past people and equipment to meet up with Naoki, presenting herself as ready for anything, but in truth she was very nervous. "I'm here, Lady Naoki."
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Nov 20, 2016 17:38:16 GMT -8
"Maintain station lads and lasses! Keep an eye out for any of those Goraian bastards, by land or by sea don't matter to me!" He shouted, rather nicely by his standards at least.
He saw the young woman he had noted earlier approaching Naoki, clad in some sort of armor. That was a bit surprising, he had not expected her to be a combatant, as young as she was.
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Centurion Analiese Hael
Committed
Roleplay posts: 50
Age: 31
Physical Description: She is slightly above average height for a woman, about 5'10" and weighing a bit more at a 190lbs. She has medium-length platinum blonde hair, and a rather feminine face. It is the stern look in her eye that gives her face its hard edge, accompanied by the numerous bruises and scars that are a result of years of military service. Her figure is relatively slender, compacted with muscle from years of training and a strict nutrition regime.
Clothes and Equipment: Ana wears the traditional armor of an Isran Centurion, complete with the red sash and the Isran sigil on her breast. The armor is fitting to what curves she does have, and, given that the Lady Naoki had a say in the armor, probably accentuates them. She wields her sword, a weapon of no particularly special properties beyond good craftsmanship and having been lovingly maintained by generations of Haels. Her legionnaire's shield completes the image of a stalwart Isran warrior.
Registered: Oct 25, 2016 13:19:28 GMT -8
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Post by Centurion Analiese Hael on Nov 20, 2016 18:23:14 GMT -8
Centurion Hael felt the boat lurch forward, presumably towards the shore, given the instructions she had just received telepathically.
"About damn time." She wasn't necessarily looking forward to the fighting starting, but there was no sense in delaying the inevitable. A few minutes passed and then the beaching of the transport ship was felt and the ramp in front of the assembled cohort was dropped into the surf.
With her sword held high she plunged first into the surf, the first soldier to step onto Goraian lands out of this invasion force. Her cohort followed behind her, formation broken up a bit by the action of the waves, but nonetheless maintaining good order as they began to move uo the beach.
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Nov 20, 2016 19:14:48 GMT -8
Yet, just before the first landing would be made, a distant roar, the great cry of something huge, could be heard coming from the skies some distance beyond the proposed landing zone...
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Eloria Tyrins
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: Uhh.. lost count?
Physical Description: Generally referred to as tiny and adorable, Eloria is 4'10" tall and petite. Although she appears to be barely into her teens, her purple-pink eyes have a wisdom and age about them surprising for one seemingly so young. Her hair, which falls to her knees when it's not bound up into its usual ponytail, is a pale shade of purplish-pink. Her skin is lightly-tanned due to lots of time outdoors, and she has no visible scars, or any defining physical characteristics, aside from her finely-formed, adorable facial features. This is excluding the line of intricate magical tattoos down her back, which are forged directly into her spirit, allowing her constant access to the summon spirits she's made pacts with - all ten of them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Eloria wears a very.. definitive outfit. On her lower half, she wears a pair of voluminous bright pink pants, tucked into white-and-purple ankle-high boots. On her tap half, she wears a purple, midriff-baring strapless top, on top of which is a white short-sleeved vest with long tails and purple edging. Accessory-wise, she wears a purple belt over her vest, a green bright green scarf knotted around her neck, two long gloves of pale purple, a single purple sphere dangling from her left ear, and two thick bracelets - a golden one around her right wrist, and a turquoise one around her left. The bracelets and earring aren't just for show; they're inlaid with strong enchantments. Additionally, she carries a broom.. that flies, and also is apparently at least semi-sentient, as she speaks to it.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 2, 2016 16:19:36 GMT -8
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Post by Eloria Tyrins on Nov 20, 2016 20:28:26 GMT -8
Eloria continued to gather magic, although the sound of something large far away drew her attention. Perched atop her broom, the floating object soared up into the sky, her gaze turning into the distance to see if she could discern the source of the noise.
(Charge 2)
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Ishtaroth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Physical Description: Until summoned, Ishtaroth is a small knife, seemingly carved out of bone. After being summoned, it takes on the shape of a suit of armor. Its plates are of bone, with thick, glistening flesh covering the joints.
Registered: Sept 30, 2016 18:17:29 GMT -8
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Post by Ishtaroth on Nov 21, 2016 7:01:46 GMT -8
Upon hearing the roar, the knife twitches.
"That sounds large and very dangerous. I would make two requests of you. First of all, in the face of true danger, let me take the form that is most practical. Second, the very second that thing shows itself, hold me out and shout 'Ishtaroth, Combat Mode'. It will take me at least a few moments to readjust my full armor form into something serviceable. War favors the swift. Do not hesitate."
It pauses for a moment, then speaks again, almost hesitantly.
"Have you killed before?"
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Nov 21, 2016 18:07:52 GMT -8
Turning on the spot to observe Marshal Manira as she approaches, Naoki opens her mouth as if to respond in greeting, but is interrupted by the far-off cry of something probably quite large. Instead, her mouth closes, forming a thin, sort of irritated line as her earring continues to glimmer, issuing more orders. The Legion is to continue disembarking with all due haste and to form their formations about as quickly they’re able to. Knight-Captain Calgary is to immediately launch all of his riders- as they’re no good sitting immobile on the carriers, and send a portion of his riders to go investigate whatever that noise was. Something as large as all that would not be able to hide easily, and advance knowledge of its nature would assist in combating it. The fleet, and all portions of The Depravity are to remain at the ready and begin to prepare themselves to combat an airborne, perhaps draconic threat where possible, but take no further action beyond that. After these commands are given, which only takes a moment or so, Naoki once again fixes her attention on Lamina and speaks, her tone surprisingly light given the nature of the situation that surrounds them. “Marshal Manira. It’s good to see you, you seem well enough.” ‘Compared to the last time we spoke,’ goes the unspoken continuation. “I had intended to engage you in light conversation and watch The Legion disembark, but it seems as if trouble has found us sooner than anyone really hoped that it would.” Making a sweeping gesture in the direction the roar seemed to come from, she continues, “Instead, I will be direct. Through this earring, I speak directly to each officer present here today and command them as a cohesive force. The quickest and most effective way for the Goraian forces to win any given battle and seriously disrupt our offensive would be to remove my capability to do that. As such, it’s somewhat important to our efforts and Isra as a whole that I am not killed. Furthermore, my ability to defend myself against individuals such as yourself, those skilled in swordplay and the like... is quite limited. I have a small amount of magic at my disposal, and I can move fairly quickly if given the chance, but that’s about the extent of it. So it will be your responsibility to see that some assassin doesn’t drop down on my head and run me through with something sharp.” Given the somewhat morbid nature of her words, Naoki's tone of voice remains light and somewhat pleasant. “For now, that means standing right about here, and keeping your eyes open.” Gesturing, Naoki indicates a spot on the floor adjacent to her, off to one side.
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Knight-Captain Calgary
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 138
Age: 24
Physical Description: A fitting description is tall, dark, and handsome. He is tall, coming in at about 6'4" and weighing 225lbs, he is one if the largest Dawn Riders. He has brown eyes, and keeps his black hair close to his scalp.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a full set of heavy plate armor, as does his Griffin. He wields a large shield and a larger maul. No ranged weapons of any sort, though he does have an Isran banner flying off the back of his Griffin
Registered: May 12, 2016 9:42:25 GMT -8
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Post by Knight-Captain Calgary on Nov 22, 2016 10:18:25 GMT -8
Calgary was one step ahead of Naoki in giving the order, and his Riders one step ahead of him. In damn near perfect unison, they alighted from the decks of the carriers and streamed towards the beach.
Calgary, in typical Dawn Rider fashion, led the first half of the Naval Battalion towards the approximate location from which the sound emanated. The back half of the Battalion stayed in a loose formation above the landing ground forces.
Many a Rider could be heard singing the classic war tune, "Danger Zone" as they proceeded towards the mighty roar and began searching for its source. They did this at staggered heights to allow for visibility and response time over miles of coastline and inland.
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Centurion Analiese Hael
Committed
Roleplay posts: 50
Age: 31
Physical Description: She is slightly above average height for a woman, about 5'10" and weighing a bit more at a 190lbs. She has medium-length platinum blonde hair, and a rather feminine face. It is the stern look in her eye that gives her face its hard edge, accompanied by the numerous bruises and scars that are a result of years of military service. Her figure is relatively slender, compacted with muscle from years of training and a strict nutrition regime.
Clothes and Equipment: Ana wears the traditional armor of an Isran Centurion, complete with the red sash and the Isran sigil on her breast. The armor is fitting to what curves she does have, and, given that the Lady Naoki had a say in the armor, probably accentuates them. She wields her sword, a weapon of no particularly special properties beyond good craftsmanship and having been lovingly maintained by generations of Haels. Her legionnaire's shield completes the image of a stalwart Isran warrior.
Registered: Oct 25, 2016 13:19:28 GMT -8
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Post by Centurion Analiese Hael on Nov 22, 2016 10:36:25 GMT -8
Centurion Hael, to her credit, paused but for a moment to evaluate the sound, before the grin spread across her face. Whatever that was, it was big, and nasty. A lot like Goraian leadership come to think of it. Heedless of what should have been a terrifying roar, the entirety of the First Legion's Lead Cohort plunged through the surf and onto the relatively dry beach, finally forming up in ranks just as the last of the Dawn Riders soared overheard and took up covering positions.
To her left and her right she could see the other cohorts disembarking their transport and beginning to move through the surf to take up position on her flanks.
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Nov 24, 2016 21:30:02 GMT -8
Arya would raise her head slightly from where it looked towards the wooden boards of the ship beneath her feet when she heard the sound. It sounded like an enormous creature roaring in the distance - no doubt something she would be coming face to face with soon enough. Arya did feel fear at the sound of the creature, but like most of the other troops there she was trained to deal with such emotions in battle. Paladins were warriors, first and foremost - and even if Arya was reluctant to kill now, the fact that she was a paladin did not become false.
Besides, she had already faced a dragon the size of a mountain in combat once before, she doubted this creature would be of any size comparable to that. Even it's roar sounded small compared to that last mountainous creature she had fought.
Once the boat made contact with the shore Arya would begin to disembark with all the others, splashing into the water and onto the shore with her golden sword raised above her head, the four red gems inlaid on each side of the blade glinting with magical energy.
<charge 1>
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Nov 27, 2016 13:01:02 GMT -8
Lamina nodded the hilt of Ishtoreth up a couple times, as though idly fiddling with what felt comfortable in her small anxious hand, though she was really trying to tell Ishtoreth 'yes, sadly I have,' as Lady Naoki presents to her the mission. And a symbolic mission it must have been... while she figured Lady Naoki would have more professional troops lined up for her defense, she would take her role very seriously. She knew the Lady of Isra was counting on her now..counting on every experience she'd had in the coliseum culminating into an effective bodyguard. "Yes Lady Naoki.. I will stay by your side."
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Nov 27, 2016 16:30:33 GMT -8
Gothmog looked toward the source of the noise, and the gunners all stiffened up, training their large ballistas towards the shoreline. He pulled out his telescopic spyglass and trained it on the shoreline, scanning for anything that could have been the source of the noise.
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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 27, 2016 16:53:30 GMT -8
Jun doesn't feel like a hero.
"No, she doesn't." Jun whispered.
But Goraia is bad right?
"Goraia is bad, but the soldiers are just doing what they are told."
I don't want to kill innocent soldiers.
"I won't make you. I'm sorry, Resonance."
Jun sighed. She watched as friendly forces departed towards the coastline.
And then the roar came.
What was that?!
"I don't know, but something tells me that is not an innocent soldier!" Jun raised her hand up and the sword Resonance was summoned. She tapped Blackbean's shoulder and the shrink enchantment was released. Blackbean's was now his full size and completely rideable. Jun closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She felt the energies around her gather. Then she opened her eyes.
There was an immediate shift in the air. A violent, transparent bluish aura erupted around her and the sword. Her eyes glowed fiercely with magic. The magical waves and ripples seemed to be flowing towards the tip of her sword. (Charge 1)
That thing sounded scary. We should fight it.
Jun smirked. "Agreed."
For some reason the prospect of fighting a large nasty creature made her feel much better. She continued to look onward and face the threat.
"Something tells me I'll have no moral qualms killing you."
(This post is the end of our turn order.)
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Nov 28, 2016 9:02:23 GMT -8
Whatever it was had no intention of fighting. They'd encounter no resistance on the beach this day.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Nov 28, 2016 22:41:10 GMT -8
“Good, good, thank you....” Trailing off, Naoki seems somewhat distracted. Her earring is glimmering furiously and her eyes don’t seem to be focusing on anything in particular, so it would be a reasonable assumption to say that she’s more focused on the operations of the Isran forces than Lamina or her immediate surroundings. Which is probably why she’s asked someone to keep an eye on her. However, in accompaniment to this thanks, something emerges from beneath the hem of Naoki’s cloak. It’s a sort of long, pinkish, flesh colored sort of something, though not quite the same tone as Naoki’s own skin. It is smooth, as skin is, and terminates in a small dome shape, as a finger might, minus the nail. Instead of detaching itself from Naoki’s cloak, it simply continues to extend, as if it is a limb. If it had fur and wasn’t quite as long as it seems to be, it could easily be mistaken for her tail, but in reality is a tentacle, of the sort Naoki gained the ability to grow from The Demonlady of Lust. The tentacle extends upward and to Naoki’s right, in Lamina’s direction. It would, if Lamina does not move or otherwise cry out in terror, rise up, pat her gently on the head twice, and then retreat all the way back up under the bottom of Naoki’s cloak without anything further. Naoki does not acknowledge this action in the least, continuing to stare blankly ahead.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Nov 28, 2016 23:07:53 GMT -8
Lamina had no response. A tentacle. How... charming.
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Nov 28, 2016 23:08:44 GMT -8
Over the course of the next short while, The First Legion would complete disembarking, and the transport ships would retreat away from the shore back toward the assembled naval task force. The First Legion then proceeds to form itself properly into a marching formation, with its archers, mages, and siege equipment toward the center, and its various sorts of infantry around the outside. Furthermore, with the assistance of a few Enclave mages onboard The Depravity, exactly twenty horses are transposed from The Depravity’s hold to the shore, along with their handlers. They are brought into the Legion’s formation and harnessed to the rolling carts that are being used to transport the siege equipment. In this manner, The First Legion begins a loaded march northward up the coastline, toward the city of New Brimiarde. Given the position of the landing ground, it will be a march of about five and a half kilometers, and given the speed of the regular step, will take just about an hour. Knight-Captain Calgary is instructed to land and rest the majority of his riders, but keep scouts in the air at all times to give the legion forewarning if anything substantial approaches. Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail is instructed to keep The Depravity more or less in pace with the legion as it marches and as close to the shore as he can safely can, with the intention of keeping The Depravity's mounted weapons and onboard mages close enough to aid the army. The navy, the carriers, and the empty transport ships are instructed to remain in the general vicinity, but to not be so close as to be in The Depravity’s way should it need to abruptly change course. As such, the whole lot of them proceed to New Brimiarde.
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Jan 3, 2017 16:49:38 GMT -8
"What doooyyyaaa meean we can'ts pull inta N'Brrrimmdale?" Silas slurred belligerently at the captain, who had just about had enough of the drunken passenger. "I paayyedd ya good coin!" A wobbly finger exagerated the point, "Pawned my besst coat, I did! And noww you telll me you can'get me where I'm tgoing?"
The boat rocked and Silas staggered backwards. The man smelled of piss and rum, a corkless flask constantly in his hand. Once fine cloths hung in tatters and toes stuck out from his boots. The only possessions Silas had were and all but deflated coin purse and a wicked hunting knife tucked sheathless in his belt. By selling his enchanted coat and other meager possessions Silas had had enough money to afford passage aboard a ship and stay drunk enough to forget.
The exasperated captain responded, "It seems there is a fucking battle going on. I ain't going anywhere near that. But if you want a row boat then you are free to fuck off."
Silas reddened and gripped his knife. He took another drink to calm his nerves. "I'll give you all my coin if ya give me a barrel o' rum ash well." Silas pulled out two silver pieces.
The captain almost grinned. "I'll give you a bottle and you can keep your coin!"
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The Isran Empire
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Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Jan 3, 2017 22:28:03 GMT -8
In the skies high above, winged beings fly in pairs, one ahead and to the left of the other. An astute observer would be able to discern a pattern to their movements: they are patrolling. One with a keen eye would be able to further gather that these are griffins, armed and armored, with riders. The insignia of The Free States is worn over saddlebags and on the armor of the riders, but to see that much from the ground would be rather difficult, given the height they are flying at, which is a considerable one.
In any case, they don’t, at present, seem to be doing anything other than patrolling in their complex patterns.
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