The Kingdom of Rondón
Committed
Seeking fearless soldiers, merchants, and frontiersmen
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: 400 - 450 years old
Physical Description: Gist: Having just recently conquered their neighboring kingdom of Zephyr, Rondón is going through a golden age, and its Queen is commissioning sea captains as privateers to explore and colonize nearby islands to bring underneath Rondón's green banner.
Capital City: Vinicio, formerly Rondón
Other Major Cities: Selanca, DeRuiz, Baloncia, Brais, Port Calar, Sincaro
Primary Language: Rondi (Fantasy Spanish)
Clothes and Equipment: Ruler: Queen Xiomara Vinicio
Heir: Prince Rafael, Princess Arenna
Primary Export: Gold, stone, wine, horses, lumber, iron, olives, luxury goods
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:08:47 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Rondón on Jan 18, 2018 21:25:50 GMT -8
Sincarro, Gabriel Taurtoya, EricOnce they were in Centennial Park with their papers of initial acceptance, they were rerouted for a quick physical examination -- their gazes and reflexes were checked, their hair checked for lice, their mouths and palms and throats checked for signs of disease, then assessed for basic Rondí language accomplishment for the foreigners -- after all, most orders would be given in Rondí. The foreigners were given a brief pamphlet of translation into Common, then all of them were headed to the armory, where they were all, one in the same, outfit for armor, as well as given a sword and a dagger, and two sashes -- a red one, and a dash of green with gold to signify Rondí alignment in the war. "You two," one Sergeant said in Rondí so heavily accented, it was almost hard to understand him. He was missing one eye, but was a man too proud to wear a patch, his gruesome scar and sewn-together skin visible instead. "You go to Jiminez, who will tell you of our assault on Dreigh. Taurtoya," he said, looking at Gabriel. The Sergeant pressed his tongue into his cheek before he spoke. "Your father was well respected by the military men here. Let us hope you walk in his footsteps. You're with Ardiente, who sails for Beorn." Then, he walked away to handle business elsewhere. Where the men were directed to go was fairly easy. Sincarro and Eric would be able to easily tell that their unit would make up many foreigners who had enlisted with Rondón simply to take advantage of the pay and the land that would be available. Gabriel would notice that die hard Rondí men made up most of his unit, people who would rather die than to see Zephyr flourish... ... But as they were passing to their respective "corners" so to speak, all three of them would have a chance to change their minds if they wanted to, slipping into another crowd, going to a different destination. There were so many people in the park, after all, and everyone knew that those sent to Port Calar would have a better chance of gaining riches...
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jan 18, 2018 21:33:38 GMT -8
Roxanne frowned, annoyed. There were quite a few character traits that annoyed her, but most could be forgiven or at least ignored. However, she simply couldn't stand condescending people. Perhaps hitting him would be a good solution...or at least a satisfying one. Still, she kept her temper in check. It wouldn't do to lose control in front of all these lords, lest she prove the man correct.
"If you really insist, Lord Cordoba. I suppose it would only be fitting for my position as commander of the landing force. Wouldn't you agree? It would be rather nice to have a room to myself where I could clean the Zephyr blood off my armor, wouldn't you say? Hmm? What do you know about that, Lord Cordoba? How often have you had to clean the enemy's blood off your armor? It'll rust the metal, of course...but that's not something you have to worry about if your armor is shiny and polished and untouched, of course."
She'd let her mouth run again, and inwardly cursed herself for not being able to hold her tongue. Still, what did this man know? She doubted that he'd ever been in a fight in his life, as he seemed like the type to be content to sit back and watch the battle from a safe distance aboard one of his ships.
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Medya
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 19
Physical Description: Medya is a young woman of relative small stature, standing at 5'3, with light blue hair falling to her shoulders. Although her eyes normally display a common hazel, at times, they can appear to be turquoise or a bright red.
Clothes and Equipment: Medya tends to dress in dark colours, preferring clothes which allow her to move freely. These tend to be form-fitting shirts and pants of some type.
Otherwise, she carries a small pack with some minor supplies.
The only other thing of note on her body are two bracelets, each with eight segmented stones bound by leather. Upon close observation, the stones are engraved with patterns, though do not form any kind of written language.
Registered: Jan 18, 2018 16:53:25 GMT -8
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Post by Medya on Jan 18, 2018 22:21:17 GMT -8
On the grass nearby, a young woman sat casually with her legs spread open, leaning back on her arms as she observed the numerous people in the park. A wide-brimmed hat was atop her head, covering the majority of her fairly uncommon light-blue hair, with only a few strands peeking out. Throughout the part of the the day at which she had arrived, a series of individuals looking very militaristic had been bustling in and out of the area. Though she had only arrived in Rondón a few days prior, with no particular issue, during that time she had caught notice of the open recruitment the city was doing. Though it definitely added an element of excitement to being in the city, she had no particular desire to get dragged into any conflict without a particular reason for it.
As her hazel eyes flickered around, anyone who walked past with their ears open might've heard the soft tone of a conversation, despite no other person being nearby. "I'm itching to do something, actually. Let's see what it's about. Promise we don't have to join, or anything."
"Leon, we're in a new city. There's plenty to do, and you know that. No need to go looking for anything, Besides, I gave you a day just a while ago, so stop whining. Let me enjoy my time here in peace before something inevitably goes wrong," she scolded, scowling into the distance.
"Actually, I'm super into this place! Potential wartime aside, I really like the clothes and food! Definitely one of the better places we've been. Also, you should go meet some people! Cute guys! Or girls, honestly, you just need to get out more," a bubbly voice erupted from her mouth and she giggled before returning to a neutral, slightly annoyed expression.
"We're...we're outside, Di. The going wrong thing is directed at you, too, as always."
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Orianna
Established
https://i.imgur.com/5J1WRum.png
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 24
Physical Description: A fair, beautiful young woman standing at 5'02". Her hair, well-maintained, falls in ringlettes to her rear, the end tied off by a green ribbon to keep it from splaying out. She also has a large bundle of her hair in a ponytail, bound by a similar ribbon.
Her wardrobe tends towards greens and golds, colors she believes particularly suits her. Her face is unmarred by battle, or even the slightest imperfections, giving her an almost porcelain appearance.
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Clothes and Equipment: She had, strapped to her waist on an elegantly embroidered belt and scabbard. In it is a thin, wirey blade, the tip of which is particularly pointed.
The rest of her clothing, while immaculate, is merely silks and lace.
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Registered: Jan 18, 2018 21:39:39 GMT -8
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Post by Orianna on Jan 18, 2018 22:46:39 GMT -8
Ah, Rondon at last! Breathing in the exotic air, Orianna couldn't suppress her brilliant smile as she strode confidently along the well-paved streets, stepping aside whenever a wagon pulled by. A thrill of excitement ran through her at the sights, the sounds, so unlike her own home. Even the signs were different! She felt like she could wander around aimlessly for days just breathing it in.
Half an hour, later, she was getting quite frustrated. The exotic air became less and less pleasant and smelled more and more of manure and donkeys as the beasts lumbered by. The narrow streets forced her against the walls as caravans passed by, and the signs, those damned sign! Gibberish! Being bumped into and jostled and ogled made her feel less like a tourist and more like she was back in smelly-old Isra. No, this was nothing like she had imagined. How it would be nice to get that initial rush back again, and as she stepped out into the park she gave an audible sigh. She supposed she could just ask for directions, but where was the adventure in that?
Throwing her hands up in defeat, the owl perched on her shoulder preened her hair soothingly. This was ridiculous! How was she going to make a name here if she couldn't even read the signs? She slowed, glancing around with light green eyes in an attempt to gain her bearings when she spotted a strange girl, speaking to herself. Well, at least the crazies here were cuter than in Isra. When she heard the girl speak in a different tone to herself, though, she couldn't help but be tugged by her curiosity. Heading over she eyed the girl in question, particularly her hair, before without so much as asking, smoothed out her skirt and took a seat next to her.
"Looking for cute guys? Or girls?" she asked with a playful smile.
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Medya
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 19
Physical Description: Medya is a young woman of relative small stature, standing at 5'3, with light blue hair falling to her shoulders. Although her eyes normally display a common hazel, at times, they can appear to be turquoise or a bright red.
Clothes and Equipment: Medya tends to dress in dark colours, preferring clothes which allow her to move freely. These tend to be form-fitting shirts and pants of some type.
Otherwise, she carries a small pack with some minor supplies.
The only other thing of note on her body are two bracelets, each with eight segmented stones bound by leather. Upon close observation, the stones are engraved with patterns, though do not form any kind of written language.
Registered: Jan 18, 2018 16:53:25 GMT -8
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Post by Medya on Jan 18, 2018 23:02:44 GMT -8
The girl blinked in surprise, head snapping over towards the person next to her, caught off-guard by movement from behind. Although she had been observant, it was still impossible to check her blind spot without being pointedly obvious. And without saying, in general she didn't expect to be bothered, since most people would pass her off as insane or extremely quirky.
Before she seemed prepared to respond, a large smile came across her face while her eyes flashed a deep blue and she answered, "Yes, absolutely. I'm new in town and it's so dreadfully boring just sitting here alone! Company is always appreciated." She batted her eyelashes playfully, turning her body towards the woman to appear more open.
The girl sighed internally, not letting her outward appearance be affected whatsoever. In the end, it was just easier to go with the first impression; it never really got to a point where she had to explain, anyway. In a barely more muted tone, she added, "But there does seem to be something going on in the city. Soldiers in the area, so I've been keeping myself amused watching them run around looking busy." Although the difference could have been noticeable, in the end, it was still her voice, and she did her best to keep the dumb, flirty smile plastered on her face.
Regaining her enthusiasm, she nodded at the woman's owl companion. "Oh, and a cute owl too! So cute! Does he mind? Do you mind?" she queried, offering her hand out at to the bird at a respectable distance away. "And excuse my rudeness, I'm Medya! It's weird, I know, so you can just call me Med if you'd like."
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Orianna
Established
https://i.imgur.com/5J1WRum.png
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 24
Physical Description: A fair, beautiful young woman standing at 5'02". Her hair, well-maintained, falls in ringlettes to her rear, the end tied off by a green ribbon to keep it from splaying out. She also has a large bundle of her hair in a ponytail, bound by a similar ribbon.
Her wardrobe tends towards greens and golds, colors she believes particularly suits her. Her face is unmarred by battle, or even the slightest imperfections, giving her an almost porcelain appearance.
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Clothes and Equipment: She had, strapped to her waist on an elegantly embroidered belt and scabbard. In it is a thin, wirey blade, the tip of which is particularly pointed.
The rest of her clothing, while immaculate, is merely silks and lace.
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Registered: Jan 18, 2018 21:39:39 GMT -8
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Post by Orianna on Jan 18, 2018 23:16:46 GMT -8
When the slightly younger girl turned to face her, she smiled pleasantly. She was worried that the stranger might have been offended by her sudden approach, but it seemed her assumption had been correct: she wasn't from around here at all. That meant they had that in common, and maybe she could get her help. She glanced at the soldiers when Medya pointed them out. She had noticed them, of course, it was impossible not to. Perhaps it would have been smarter to simply follow them, but she tended to avoid following heavily-armed individuals in case they got the wrong idea.
When she held out her hand her attention back to her. Oh, everyone was interested in holding the owl: Until they actually did so. Still, she reached up, letting it shift to her arm instead.
"Well alright, just keep in mind that an owl's grip is eight times stronger than a human's!" she warned, holding out her arm. The magical beast would transfer if the blue-haired woman kept her arm out, but if she retreated it was stay satisfied with its master.
"Oh, I'm Orianna! It's nice to "Medya"!"
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Medya
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 19
Physical Description: Medya is a young woman of relative small stature, standing at 5'3, with light blue hair falling to her shoulders. Although her eyes normally display a common hazel, at times, they can appear to be turquoise or a bright red.
Clothes and Equipment: Medya tends to dress in dark colours, preferring clothes which allow her to move freely. These tend to be form-fitting shirts and pants of some type.
Otherwise, she carries a small pack with some minor supplies.
The only other thing of note on her body are two bracelets, each with eight segmented stones bound by leather. Upon close observation, the stones are engraved with patterns, though do not form any kind of written language.
Registered: Jan 18, 2018 16:53:25 GMT -8
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Post by Medya on Jan 18, 2018 23:32:05 GMT -8
"Oh, Orianna, what a nice name!" Medya maintained her cheerful expression but her eyes flashed a red tint, though it could be attributed to a trick of the light. "Though that was a bad joke, I'll forgive you," she paused for a few beats before breaking out into a laugh.
She feigned flexing and tapped her bicep, nodding at Orianna's words. "Don't worry, I'm also stronger than I look. I know it's not really confidence-inspiring coming from someone like me, but just take my word for it." The bracelet on her wrist rattled softly as she reached out again to the take the owl. One of the black stones which made up the bracelet faded to a darker gray, and if the owl were to grip her uncovered arm, it would not likely not do as much damage as expected, if it were not magically damaging in some way.
Although she continued her partial act, her eyes ran a cursory glance over the woman's body and attire. "I'm new, but I love fashion, so it looks like you might be from out of town as well? What're your plans so far? I haven't been here long, but I know my way around a few of the streets and popular spots..maybe. Or maybe you're also here to join the army?"
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Orianna
Established
https://i.imgur.com/5J1WRum.png
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 24
Physical Description: A fair, beautiful young woman standing at 5'02". Her hair, well-maintained, falls in ringlettes to her rear, the end tied off by a green ribbon to keep it from splaying out. She also has a large bundle of her hair in a ponytail, bound by a similar ribbon.
Her wardrobe tends towards greens and golds, colors she believes particularly suits her. Her face is unmarred by battle, or even the slightest imperfections, giving her an almost porcelain appearance.
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Clothes and Equipment: She had, strapped to her waist on an elegantly embroidered belt and scabbard. In it is a thin, wirey blade, the tip of which is particularly pointed.
The rest of her clothing, while immaculate, is merely silks and lace.
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Registered: Jan 18, 2018 21:39:39 GMT -8
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Post by Orianna on Jan 18, 2018 23:49:02 GMT -8
Whether or not Orianna noticed the flicker in her eyes are not was difficult to tell. Indeed, she seemed more engrossed in convincing the owl to shift positions, despite its doubtful look. Raising its wings for balance, it transferred unsteadily to Medya's arm, tucking its wings back once satisfied with its new perch. It's grip was indeed tight, though not magically so, and any resistances Medya may have had likely was be sufficient.
Orianna observed Medya's face for any sign of pain she may have exhibited while she spoke, although smirked at her up-and-down look. She nodded when her new friend asked about her situation.
"Well, I'm not here for the rank-and-file, but I'm sure they have a few jobs someone like me could do. After all, I'm not one for uniforms." she explained, reaching up to brush some of her hair back over her shoulder. "Are you here for the same? Doesn't seem like a good time for touring the place." she added.
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Medya
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 19
Physical Description: Medya is a young woman of relative small stature, standing at 5'3, with light blue hair falling to her shoulders. Although her eyes normally display a common hazel, at times, they can appear to be turquoise or a bright red.
Clothes and Equipment: Medya tends to dress in dark colours, preferring clothes which allow her to move freely. These tend to be form-fitting shirts and pants of some type.
Otherwise, she carries a small pack with some minor supplies.
The only other thing of note on her body are two bracelets, each with eight segmented stones bound by leather. Upon close observation, the stones are engraved with patterns, though do not form any kind of written language.
Registered: Jan 18, 2018 16:53:25 GMT -8
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Post by Medya on Jan 19, 2018 0:08:32 GMT -8
"Sorry friend, I'm sure I'm not as comfy as her, but let me say hi, okay?" she cooed at the owl, pleased that it didn't react too negatively to her. Her arm would definitely have a couple marks after, and her lip twitched at the small bite of the claws, but otherwise there was no significant reaction to the transfer. It was definitely a fair trade for the new experience. With a finger, she tentatively stroked the back of the owl's head, prepared to stop if it showed displeasure. "You're real pretty, huh!" Her eyes briefly fell on the other woman again and she smirked briefly.
"Oh, that's not true," Medya flapped her hand dismissively. "You get to see different faces of a city during different times, which makes any time a good time if you're a visitor. Always a new thing going on." A feral glint came into her eyes, and the smile she showed flashed a canine. "We might even get to catch some of the war, you know? If that's not a good time, I don't know what is. Not that food and clothes and sights aren't either," she added.
"Oh, I hadn't really heard of the other jobs, but it makes sense that they'd have them. We're not really that interested in getting involved, unless there's a convincing reason." The hat bobbed as she nodded, speaking offhandedly.
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Orianna
Established
https://i.imgur.com/5J1WRum.png
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 24
Physical Description: A fair, beautiful young woman standing at 5'02". Her hair, well-maintained, falls in ringlettes to her rear, the end tied off by a green ribbon to keep it from splaying out. She also has a large bundle of her hair in a ponytail, bound by a similar ribbon.
Her wardrobe tends towards greens and golds, colors she believes particularly suits her. Her face is unmarred by battle, or even the slightest imperfections, giving her an almost porcelain appearance.
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Clothes and Equipment: She had, strapped to her waist on an elegantly embroidered belt and scabbard. In it is a thin, wirey blade, the tip of which is particularly pointed.
The rest of her clothing, while immaculate, is merely silks and lace.
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Registered: Jan 18, 2018 21:39:39 GMT -8
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Post by Orianna on Jan 19, 2018 0:29:31 GMT -8
When Medya stroked its beak, the owl seemed surprisingly satisfied with it, even leaning its head into her hand as it nibbled at her fingers affectionately. Orianna smiled at the sight, leaning back as she watched the strange girl play with her owl. When she began speaking of seeing the people and, more specifically, seeing the war, she felt a slight ember of unease in her breast. She had heard of these bloodthirsty types, and this girl certainly wasn't normal. In reality though, she hardly had room to judge. Violence did bring a certain rush that other pleasures lacked.
"Is gold not a convincing reason? Imagine if we were having this discussion over drinks rather than in a park, hmm? Or land. I suppose glory is tempting as well. In fact, it's tempting enough to get me thinking." she reached out, stroking the back of the owl's head with a faint smile. "Maybe if we worked together, we might get to carve out a little piece of this chaos for ourselves? Wouldn't mind one of those wine villas for myself. Or at the very least a few barrels to take back to Isra!"
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Medya
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 19
Physical Description: Medya is a young woman of relative small stature, standing at 5'3, with light blue hair falling to her shoulders. Although her eyes normally display a common hazel, at times, they can appear to be turquoise or a bright red.
Clothes and Equipment: Medya tends to dress in dark colours, preferring clothes which allow her to move freely. These tend to be form-fitting shirts and pants of some type.
Otherwise, she carries a small pack with some minor supplies.
The only other thing of note on her body are two bracelets, each with eight segmented stones bound by leather. Upon close observation, the stones are engraved with patterns, though do not form any kind of written language.
Registered: Jan 18, 2018 16:53:25 GMT -8
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Post by Medya on Jan 19, 2018 0:48:48 GMT -8
Medya giggled as she continued stroking the owl's head and beak, nuzzling the air in front of it with her nose. "Ooh, you're a good girl aren't you. Good boy? Girl?" A tilt of her head sought confirmation from Orianna, while serving the purpose of also giving her time to ponder the other woman's words. Honestly, fighting wasn't that appealing, though not impossible, and the idea of a job which let her see the area without that was reasonable enough to give her pause.
At the mention of chaos, her eyes widened for a split second and she blinked rapidly, distracted. "Uh...uh, right. Well, honestly, gold hasn't really been a big priority of ours...ah, mine. Excuse me." Turning her head, she faked a cough and hissed under her breath, "You're both really annoying today. Stop." When she twisted back, her composure had returned. Pausing before responding, she nodded in agreement. "Well, I don't normally expect to return to place I've visited, but I guess having a place to come back to would probably help with that. I also am quite fond of wine, myself. If you're considering it, I might tag along to see what the word is."
"Like I said, people beat sitting here alone!"
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Orianna
Established
https://i.imgur.com/5J1WRum.png
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 24
Physical Description: A fair, beautiful young woman standing at 5'02". Her hair, well-maintained, falls in ringlettes to her rear, the end tied off by a green ribbon to keep it from splaying out. She also has a large bundle of her hair in a ponytail, bound by a similar ribbon.
Her wardrobe tends towards greens and golds, colors she believes particularly suits her. Her face is unmarred by battle, or even the slightest imperfections, giving her an almost porcelain appearance.
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Clothes and Equipment: She had, strapped to her waist on an elegantly embroidered belt and scabbard. In it is a thin, wirey blade, the tip of which is particularly pointed.
The rest of her clothing, while immaculate, is merely silks and lace.
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Registered: Jan 18, 2018 21:39:39 GMT -8
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Post by Orianna on Jan 19, 2018 1:11:45 GMT -8
"Boy," Orianna confirmed for Medya's benefit as the owl turned its head to look at its current holder with a flash of annoyance that belied perhaps more intelligence than one might expect. With a flap of its wings it landed, stepping over to Orianna and, absent an extended arm to stand upon, climbed a little clumsily to her knee, facing its master as it whirled its head to look at Medya.
"Are you travelling with someone?" Orianna pressed, not letting the interesting bit of information to slip by. Certainly this girl seemed strange, but when she whispered herself she was rapidly approaching the opinion that she was a little too strange. Still, she seemed nice enough, and willing to tag along as well. Weird or not, the stranger was right: It beat sitting here alone. Besides, she hadn't made any headway on her own. Rising to her feet she pat her rear, brushing off grass as she extended a gloved hand to help Medya up as well.
"Then let's go!"
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Medya
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 19
Physical Description: Medya is a young woman of relative small stature, standing at 5'3, with light blue hair falling to her shoulders. Although her eyes normally display a common hazel, at times, they can appear to be turquoise or a bright red.
Clothes and Equipment: Medya tends to dress in dark colours, preferring clothes which allow her to move freely. These tend to be form-fitting shirts and pants of some type.
Otherwise, she carries a small pack with some minor supplies.
The only other thing of note on her body are two bracelets, each with eight segmented stones bound by leather. Upon close observation, the stones are engraved with patterns, though do not form any kind of written language.
Registered: Jan 18, 2018 16:53:25 GMT -8
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Post by Medya on Jan 19, 2018 1:31:02 GMT -8
The girl glared back at the owl, pouting. "Well, I would've asked you, but I'm really not sure which is more polite in this situation. Give me a break, will you?" Though by no means could she completely interpret his thoughts, it was quite clear from his actions what his main point was, and body language was something she was fairly adept in reading. "I'll apologize with a snack or something later, so just forgive me!" Her cheeks puffed up childishly and she closed her eyes pointedly towards her angry compatriot.
"Ah, no. I just, picked up a bad habit as a child, and misspeak sometimes. It's unfortunate," she stammered, avoiding eye contact, "but it happens when I'm flustered." Although her words matched up with her display, the blush on her cheeks could have easily been interpreted for embarrassment, annoyance or anything in between. "Attractive people and all," she blurted out. Shyness was a good cover, and it would have to do, since she had dug herself into quite the small pitfall. Besides, it wasn't as though the statement was inaccurate, Orianna was quite dazzling.
Medya took the offered hand with a firm grip, letting herself be pulled to her feet as well. She did the same to clear her body of stray pieces of grass, blowing one off her upper arm. She shouldered a nearby knapsack, nodding and sweeping her hand slowly. "Lead the way!"
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Orianna
Established
https://i.imgur.com/5J1WRum.png
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 24
Physical Description: A fair, beautiful young woman standing at 5'02". Her hair, well-maintained, falls in ringlettes to her rear, the end tied off by a green ribbon to keep it from splaying out. She also has a large bundle of her hair in a ponytail, bound by a similar ribbon.
Her wardrobe tends towards greens and golds, colors she believes particularly suits her. Her face is unmarred by battle, or even the slightest imperfections, giving her an almost porcelain appearance.
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Clothes and Equipment: She had, strapped to her waist on an elegantly embroidered belt and scabbard. In it is a thin, wirey blade, the tip of which is particularly pointed.
The rest of her clothing, while immaculate, is merely silks and lace.
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Registered: Jan 18, 2018 21:39:39 GMT -8
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Post by Orianna on Jan 19, 2018 1:47:46 GMT -8
Hmm, now Orianna was no mathematician, but something wasn't adding up. While she took the compliment at face value, she wasn't so sure about Medya's honesty. Besides, it seemed more likely to have something to do with the conversation she was having with herself before than her own alleged attractiveness. Still, she figured it would be best not to push for an answer until she was sure enough that the blue-haired girl wouldn't simply leave. Once on her feet, the green-dressed woman reached out, picking a piece of grass off of the girl before her.
With a wave to follow she strode away, looking around once again: Only this time with a mission. As one of the guards began to pass she reached out, waving her hand slightly like a damsel needing rescuing.
"Excuse me, sir!" she pleaded "Perhaps you can help my friend and I? We're looking to sign up for a job. We just need some directions..."
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Eric
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 23
Physical Description: Eric is a lanky man of about 5'10" in height, with pretty standard features. He has brown hair, brown eyes, fair skin, and no noteworthy features.
Clothes and Equipment: Eric wears a navy blue trench coat with light leather padding and a white shirt beneath, and wears a pair of well used boots. On his belt he keeps two bars of a strong steel.
Registered: Jan 13, 2018 8:38:14 GMT -8
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Post by Eric on Jan 19, 2018 4:13:44 GMT -8
Eric glanced about for anyone that might call him out on it, and moved over to join the Port Calar troops.
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Merryman Humour
Established
'Ha, Ha.'
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: Ageless
Physical Description: Humour is 6'2", appearing well-muscled and broad. His skin is hidden away, underneath his full garb and mask. What is underneath isn't known for sure, but he is seen to pulse at the seams of his robe, and spews foul miasma from gaps in the material. This miasma is deadly, and is a powerful tranquilizing agent if inhaled. Humour's robe is light blue, with faded brown cloth upon the outsides.
Commanding, bright and forward, Humour holds his posture high, chest protruding, emphasizing his cocky characteristics. His innate haughtiness gives him an edge of delicality, but also precision. He carries the air of an aristocrat, but with none of the wealth to speak of.
When Humour "speaks", miasma escapes from the slits in his mask and a scratchy, etherwordly begins. This voice is telepathic, and can only be communicated short distances.
Humour must expel his miasma, else he will explode. Breathing through the slits in his mask can remove part of the miasma, however he must directly use his abilities in order to truly expel the miasma.
Clothes and Equipment: Light-cloth robe. Unarmoured.
Metal-plated leather boots. Produces a light 'clank' noise when walking.
Leather belt. Can strap stuff to.
Gloves. Tightly bound to robe. The fingers appear bloated.
Player's online availability : Australian time GMT+8
Registered: Dec 19, 2016 4:31:50 GMT -8
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Post by Merryman Humour on Jan 19, 2018 5:27:40 GMT -8
All of the promises were assured with a nod. Humour served no ill will towards Rondon, and they were an important tool in the acquirement of dead. His eyes lazily peered over, noticing the tension in the air. The Rondon soldiers eyed him with suspicion. These men don't seem happy with his involvement in their war. Problematic, but he'd need to iron out their differences later.
"Humour. No last name." "Medan." He was lying, in order to speed up the process. "Twenty-two years ago." Throwing a hard stare, he finally managed "No papers." "No papers." "This robe." "No family, unless you could count close business associates." He thought for the final question, he might as well give a live demonstration. Breathing out, he let his miasma congeal onto his fingertips. "This knocks you out. I can knock anybody out, providing they breathe. That's my one talent.
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Nineteen (The Crimson Book)
Established
Hahahahahahaha
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: Unknown, doesn't really matter.
Physical Description: It varies, currently the profile picture covers it for now though.
Clothes and Equipment: Grey Cloak.
Razor bladed knives.
Razors that extend from the bones that he has taken the form of.
Crimson Book of Spells
Player's online availability : I check periodically throughout most days.
Registered: Jan 12, 2018 14:22:34 GMT -8
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Post by Nineteen (The Crimson Book) on Jan 19, 2018 11:04:47 GMT -8
A whistling cloaked skeleton tries to enter through the gates.
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Suezo Oguro
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 32
Physical Description: A muscular and athletic build with straight black hair that reaches down a little bit beyond his shoulders when not braided into a ponytail.
Clothes and Equipment: Usually wears the heavy armor of the shogun which carries his insignia. He uses a finely made katana and wakizashi for battle, but is adept at naginata too.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Jan 18, 2018 0:00:34 GMT -8
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Post by Suezo Oguro on Jan 19, 2018 11:23:19 GMT -8
The city was bustling with activity it seemed and the gate guard more than busy. Even though the two hundred samurai - most on foot - would be a new sight for the people of Rondón. "I am Suezo Oguro and I'm here to present the queen with a gift from Tawakoshi and clan Hizashi. They offer me and these two hundred soldiers in aid so that Rondón can claim the land back from Zephyr." the samurai commander said and bowed. Judging from his expression and almost emotionless voice, this wasn't a task he had set out to do with much enthusiasm. Rather the commander seemed weighed down as he spoke.
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Jan 19, 2018 12:02:07 GMT -8
This time the forces of Mithlonde were led by not a mage, but the Ranger Captain Feanor. Several dozen cloaked and lightly armored rangers followed behind him, travelling at a hard but not rushed pace. On the inside of the group was several robed mages, chatting amicably with several of the rangers
He had been to the City once before, and remembered the way with little difficulty, grinning as he led his contingent up to the City gate.
"Captain Vala of the Mithlondian Rangers, here in command of our promised aid to Rondon."
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Nineteen (The Crimson Book)
Established
Hahahahahahaha
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: Unknown, doesn't really matter.
Physical Description: It varies, currently the profile picture covers it for now though.
Clothes and Equipment: Grey Cloak.
Razor bladed knives.
Razors that extend from the bones that he has taken the form of.
Crimson Book of Spells
Player's online availability : I check periodically throughout most days.
Registered: Jan 12, 2018 14:22:34 GMT -8
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Post by Nineteen (The Crimson Book) on Jan 19, 2018 15:14:44 GMT -8
This time the forces of Mithlonde were led by not a mage, but the Ranger Captain Feanor. Several dozen cloaked and lightly armored rangers followed behind him, travelling at a hard but not rushed pace. On the inside of the group was several robed mages, chatting amicably with several of the rangers He had been to the City once before, and remembered the way with little difficulty, grinning as he led his contingent up to the City gate. "Captain Vala of the Mithlondian Rangers, here in command of our promised aid to Rondon." "Did I just wander into war preparations? Just my luck...Heh heh heh. So you look important, I would typically ask your name, but you already said that. Sooooooooooo, Hiiiiiiiiii." Nineteen floats a little closer at this last part.
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