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 21, 2018 17:22:33 GMT -8
Roxanne FletcherHer words struck a nerve in Lord Cordoba, and it was obvious with the way the ponchy man reddened, his eyes narrowing... it was also obvious in the way that the smiles of the other men in the War Room began to fade as well. They could take most jokes in stride, could chuckle their way through most insults, but to mention the Zephyr and whether or not a Rondí has had to suffer or deal with them... Lord Cordoba began to speak in rushed Rondí, when a man stepped forward and put a hand to the Lord's chest, cutting off the man's words. He turned his head -- thick dark hair with silver at the temples and solemn grey eyes -- to look at Roxanne. " Rest well, Commander," the man said in Common so Roxanne could more easily understand. " In the morning, you ride to Baloncia, and from there, to Port Calar. We should save our anger for our enemies, not our allies," he added on at the end, giving a pointed look to Lord Cordoba. Lord Cordoba was glaring, but he shoved himself away from the staying man's hand, and with a curt nod, walked off to get his own rest as well. They had their marching orders, after all, and Lord Cordoba didn't have to like Roxanne -- he just needed her to win the Port that he had his eye on.
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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 21, 2018 17:34:25 GMT -8
Orianna, MedyaThe Guard was busy directing traffic, but when he turned his head to see two hot babes looking at him, the Rondí man couldn't help the smile that spread on his tanned face beneath the metal of his helmat. "Ola," he said to them both, then listened with pointed interest as they asked where they could enlist. He chuckled. "You... senoritas are going to war? No, no, no, it is we men who go to war for your honor," he said, flirting obnoxiously with both of them while two carts almost ran into each other and the drivers began yelling at each other. Another guard dealt with it, however, for this one was captivated by the girls. "It would be my honor to go to war for you," the Guard said, and he took Orianna's hand and kissed it, then reached for Medya's to do the same. Yet, before he could, the guard who had helped the carts go their separate ways came over and shoved him hard so he lost his balance and fell onto the cobblestone street. This guard looked annoyed at the two foreign girls -- indeed, Rondí girls were lush and dark-eyed and dark-haired and tanned skin. "LaPlaza diSol is where you can find yourself a job," this guard said brusquely, jerking his thumb in its direction. "Tonio!" He snapped at a boy that was about to pick-pocket a purse of a Dona. "Take these two women to LaPlaza," the guard said and flipped the boy a coin, who grinned broadly -- young enough to naturally be missing his two front teeth. The adorable street urchin took both of the girls in hand and walked eagerly away with them, chattering about all of the adventures he would go on once he was old enough -- the hero he would become, the dragons he would slay, the princesses he would rescue but never, ever marry because kissing girls is disgusting -- and soon the girls found themselves in the organized chaos and business of LaPlaza diSol. There was clearly the tents for recruitment, which were crunched with mostly young men and a few young women who were eager to sign up and fight for Rondón, but there was also quite a few tents where people were delivering goods -- no doubt donations that could be written from their taxes as serious-faced men and women wrote down who had given what and how much and the quality of the goods for the services. Here was where Orianna and Medya would find the 'good works' -- jobs to do that wouldn't necessarily be combat but would certainly still be involved with the war efforts.
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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 21, 2018 17:40:51 GMT -8
EricThe large tent was crowded with people -- all of them armed, all of them covered in what armor they could afford or were given -- and they listened to the gruff-speaking Rondí man who was speaking in the language with an odd dialect -- odd, because he had a wicked scar that obstructed the corner of his mouth and made his words sound a little different. Eric would be able to catch the gist, however, if he was watching the movements of the man as he spoke against the maps that had been pinned to planks of wood stretched across one side of the tent. It was clear that they expected heavy naval effort, but at some point they would release men onto the beaches further up the coast to arrive at the city and get through its walls otherwise. Soon, they would be leaving for war, and the anticipation was heavy in the air. Lord Cordoba would be the fleet they would be using, and they would be leaving from Baloncia on ship -- meaning they'd be marching from Rondón in the morning. Roxanne Fletcher would be leading the ground forces, a foreign woman -- much to the humor of the other Rondí present -- but one that they hoped would do the job well.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 18, 2024 9:22:39 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2018 17:44:55 GMT -8
EricWhen they began to speak of Roxanne Fletcher, the young-looking Rondí soldier standing beside him shifted impatiently on his feet and accident bumped his shoulder against Eric's. "Siento," the young man muttered, his face clean of any whispers, dark hair hidden beneath the helmet he wore. His flashing hazel eyes were fierce, and he seemed to be wearing well-made clothes. The young man didn't come from common ilk, not if that sword was any indication. Upon seeing that Eric was foreign, however, the young man switched to common. "Sorry," he said, his voice hoarse and scratchy, as if he had a cold of some sort. No high color and clamminess, however. "I am just-- excited. To go." He gestured to the board.
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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 21, 2018 18:03:54 GMT -8
Merryman Humour, Feanor Vala, Suezo Oguro, Nineteen (The Crimson Book)The mustachio'd captain's dark brows rose beneath his helm when the mysterious -- and ominous looking -- stranger didn't seem to put up much of a fight, speaking in honesty as the power of the Book of Oaths constructed by LaBruja Soraya wove its magic around the Merryman. The captain would have said more, but another guard came jogging up to speak to him in quick Rondí. If the Merryman was at all knowledgeable in the language, he would know that the Captain was just warned about the small host coming from Mithlonde lead by Feanor Vala, as well as the much larger host of the most foreign people they had ever before seen led by Suezo Oguro. "Fine, fine," the Captain of the City Guard said in impatient common, taking the book away, but stepping closer to the Merryman. "Go into the city and go to LaPlaza diLuna -- you will speak with Soraya de la Cruz. She is the Sorceress of Rondón, and she will have a place for you. Do not cause harm in my city," the Captain said with a deadly tone. Perhaps he was only human, but he was no stranger to magic, and seemed to be very good at his job. The man stepped away and allowed the Merryman through, trusting that the cloaked figure would be able to make his way to LaPlaza diLuna -- smaller, more compact, and eerily quiet in the bustling war-prepped city. The Captain grinned when he saw Feanor Vala, as guards immediately approached Nineteen (The Crimson Book) separately to halt his entrance. He was treated no differently than many of the people coming in, and that Nineteen looked like a skeleton barely made the Rondí bat an eyelash -- they were used to seeing skeletons, such as it was. "Welcome back to Rondón," the Captain said warmly to Feanor, grasping him by the lower arm. "LaReina has been expecting you," he said, speaking of Xiomara. "the Centennial Park is where they are organizing who will be going where. Your orders will be waiting there," the Captain said, making it easy for Feanor and his elven rangers to go through the city gates. As soon as he was finished his speaking, the Captain's horse was brought to him by two guards who were already on horseback. For Nineteen, the guards that stopped him asked him the usual questions -- "Name, age, intent within Rondón, magical aptitude," the usual sort of questions that were given to strangers coming into a city prepping for war. Suezo Oguro was met on the road before 200 of his foreign-looking warriors were crowding the already crunched roads in and out of Rondón. The captain road out with two of his men, a banner of Rondón waving behind the horses as they met them down the road. "Halt," the Captain of the City Guard said, dark eyes serious and grim as they looked at these warriors. Zephyr mercenaries? He'd never seen armor like there's before. Rondón was beautiful in the distance, and people that were coming and going on the road were looking at Suezo's warriors like they were animals in a menagerie -- open wonder and perhaps a tad bit of judgmental fear of the unknown. Suezo stated his intention, and where he was from -- using foreign words that the Captain had never heard before. Tawakoshi? Clan Hizashi? "Bring yourself and two chosen," the Captain said directly to Suezo. "They will be allowed through the gates to meet with the generals for the Rondí efforts agaisnt Zephyr. The rest of your men must wait out here in the hills," he said, and he gestured to wear Alfonso de Rondón's large host were also making themselves comfortable while the man was within the city. "I will escort you to the Palace of Thorns myself," the Captain said to Suezo, and if the Rondí man's orders were followed, the men would then ride through the city, taking a few back routes to avoid the thick traffic of the war preparation, in order to arrive at the Palace of Thorn's back gates.
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
Established
The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on Jan 21, 2018 18:10:19 GMT -8
Windfeld 'Sea-shrieker'Rafael's gaze was narrowed on the salt-weather captain in front of him, for all that the older, grizzled man displayed a charm that seemed waxed and smooth by the presence of gold and personal gain than it did anything else. "Yes, I am Crown Prince Rafael Carlos Montoban de Vinicio," he said, enunciating every word as he stepped a little closer and casually rested his hand on the handle of his sabre. The young man knew how to use it, and though he did now have some experience after going through the terror and trials that Helmfirth had presented, it was probably that Windfeld could have beat Rafael in a duel -- but not without enduring a few swipes from Rafael's own blade. "... You are the man that will be helping to carry our troops to LasIslas?" Rafael asked with a perk of his dark brow. "The Contested Islands are not easy to hold. It is the last place that any of the men want to be sent. Why are you so eager?" It was possible... completely possible... that Windfeld knew of the rumors of the underground caverns and caves of the isles, and the rumored treasures that might be beneath the mercurial waves that washed upon LasIslas shores.
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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 21, 2018 18:15:42 GMT -8
@mireia
Eric dismisses it with a wave. “It’s fine.” He mutters, briefly looking at the person bumped into him. “We’re all a bit excited.” He assures, focusing back on the lecturing commander.
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Queen Xiomara of Rondón
Established
The Iron Rose
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Appears 28 - 35 years old
Physical Description: ---------------
Tall, statuesque. Sable-haired with smooth, porcelain skin and tawny-gold eyes. She is always seen with red-painted lips, which lends to her nickname, the Iron Rose.
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Clothes and Equipment: Xiomara is always dressed as a queen should be. She can be gaudy and ostentatious when the occasion calls for it, but is usually dressed in more somber colors with accents of gold. She is never seen without a crown or coronet on her head.
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Registered: Apr 5, 2017 20:41:04 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Xiomara of Rondón on Jan 21, 2018 18:47:46 GMT -8
Alfonso was visibly impressed with Queen Xiomara. Her stunning beauty and attractive figure was only further enhanced by the air of authority she held. El Diablo Encarnado grinned; it was that sort of mental expression a predator makes when he spots his prey. He would bow in the Rondí fashion. "My lady," he'd say, and then rise to finish his bow. "I am Alfonso de Rondón." The mercenary commander let the name sink in for just a moment; certainly she would know who he was. Whether she condoned his actions or not remained to be seen. Nevertheless, he had to be careful not make the wrong impression on the vivacious Queen. After a moment passed Alfonso continued speaking. "You are in need of mercenaries, and capable commanders. I can give you both." El Diablo Encarnado shrugged, "perhaps a suitor, even?" he suggested. Before the Queen could answer, he'd change subjects; he just needed to plant the idea in her head. "Allow me to swear an oath to you, my Queen, and I shall serve you until the end of your days." As he waited for answer, he glanced over at Roxanne Fletcher , nodding at her. " I know who you are," she answered him on an even tone, her lion's eyes steady on his face and her body still. She may have been gowned regally, she may have had that golden coronet on her head, but she was not standing with a quietness that befit a meek or mild mannered woman. Indeed, she didn't stand with any patience of a person, but instead with the patience of a predator. Hell, she wasn't called the Iron Rose for no reason. Another moment of quiet passed as mercenary and queen sized each other up. He told her she needed -- mercenaries, capable commanders, a suitor -- and then gave her the gift of swearing an oath to her... until the end of her days. After he finished speaking, it was quiet. So quiet, a pin could drop on these thick carpeted floors and it would still be heard. The Iron rose allowed these moments to tick, tick, tick by, and then she stepped forward, the silk of her gown swaying around the length of her legs, a whisper of power as she stepped closer... and closer to him. " You road through my city, you road through my streets. You saw my people, you saw my palace. You felt it, the anticipation and the excitement for war. No doubt you tasted it, that loyalty to me in the air, the love for Rondon. And yet..." she stopped walking, close to him, but not close enough to touch. Her age was more evident when they were closer, not necessarily wrinkled, but it was clear that she was no spring maiden fluttering because of a man's mere reputation, " ... you still seem to think that you and your men are a gift to me, that your oath of loyalty to the end of my days would impress me. El Diablo Incarnado." Her golden eyes flickered over his handsome face. " That must have taken such effort to devise." Apparently, she didn't like him. " I don't need your oath of loyalty, Alfonso. If you turn upon Rondon, you turn upon your own people, and even those men you diplomatically call mercenaries might hesitate to turn their blade upon their own brothers. I can win this war with or without you. Mm, in fact, it's you that needs me. I think, perhaps, that you might have outgrown that... nickname of yours... and you want more. Win me Beorn, and I'll give you more." Her head tipped to the side, thick, dark hair sliding over the almost-bare skin of her shoulders. She wore no jewelry around her neck, nor around her wrist. Gold hung daintily from her ears, and even the coronet on her head was only just a visual aide in case someone might have been confused on who the real authority was. Xiomara was a queen, through and through and through. " Can you handle that, El Diablo Incarnado?" she asked him point blank, a challenge laid at his feet.
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Registered: May 18, 2024 9:22:39 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2018 18:54:27 GMT -8
EricHe cleared his throat and nodded. "Si," he answered back to Eric, and stood quiet for a little more as they listened to the Sergeant that was going over the plans. Yet... the hazel-eyed young man glanced at Eric again. "Do you... need a translator?" he asked, gesturing to the debriefing going on. Someone standing near them glared at Eric and the guy next to him, but no one told him to be quiet.
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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 21, 2018 18:59:19 GMT -8
@mireia
Eric shakes his head. "I get the basic gist of what he's saying, so there's no need to be a bother." He mutters back, glancing at those who are casting looks their way.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 18, 2024 9:22:39 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2018 19:25:24 GMT -8
Eric"... so there's no need to be a bother." He was calling HER -- she meant -- HIM a bother for offering to translate? The young man beside him twisted his mouth in a look of displeasure and crossed his arms over the flat of his chest, shifting his weight. "Fine," he mentioned to Eric. "Didn't mean to bother you," the man said sullenly, and glared back at those that were glaring in their direction. They stood for another few moments as questions were asked by some of the more seasoned veterans of war, and finally, they broke and were given time to gather their things and make their last good byes before they set out for Baloncia, and then, the ships of Lord Cordoba that would carry them to Port Calar.
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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 21, 2018 20:45:05 GMT -8
@mireia
Eric glanced at the man as the group splits. “Shoot, I didn’t mean it like that...” He mutters under his breath. He struggles a moment on whether he should apologize or not, but decides against it. He shrugs and walks off, heading to one of the boats specified to hold a landing party.
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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 22, 2018 0:38:00 GMT -8
Merryman Humour , Feanor Vala , Suezo Oguro , Nineteen (The Crimson Book) The Captain grinned when he saw Feanor Vala , as guards immediately approached Nineteen (The Crimson Book) separately to halt his entrance. He was treated no differently than many of the people coming in, and that Nineteen looked like a skeleton barely made the Rondí bat an eyelash -- they were used to seeing skeletons, such as it was. "Welcome back to Rondón," the Captain said warmly to Feanor, grasping him by the lower arm. "LaReina has been expecting you," he said, speaking of Xiomara. "the Centennial Park is where they are organizing who will be going where. Your orders will be waiting there," the Captain said, making it easy for Feanor and his elven rangers to go through the city gates. As soon as he was finished his speaking, the Captain's horse was brought to him by two guards who were already on horseback. For Nineteen, the guards that stopped him asked him the usual questions -- "Name, age, intent within Rondón, magical aptitude," the usual sort of questions that were given to strangers coming into a city prepping for war. "Name...name...Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......Nineteen? Oh, you got more questions....well darn....My age? I litterly have no idea. Intent? Um, I like pie? Magic....I suck. I really really suck...any other potentially awkward questions I probably won't have the answers to?"
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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 22, 2018 4:20:10 GMT -8
Impassively nodding, he didn't understand their little Rondi squabbling. Don't know, don't care. However, the man outlined a location and a person. His memory was shabby, so he forgot the name, but the location was imprinted in his mind: the Plaza diLuna. Not forming harm in your city: of course, of course. He wouldn't directly cause the harm, but his gas could make some around him feel a little woozy.
For this Plaza, there was no need for directions; he could instead trail the long line of enlistees entering the city. They were all heading toward the Plaza, right? Passing through, he made sure to merge with the crowd. Keeping his head down, he was sure his stench would merge with the common smells of a city: sewers, sweat and sea-salt. He kept his eyes peeled for the Plaza, looking for the largest open space he could find. He'd be there then, right?
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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 22, 2018 5:43:29 GMT -8
Merryman Humour, Feanor Vala, Suezo Oguro, Nineteen (The Crimson Book)The mustachio'd captain's dark brows rose beneath his helm when the mysterious -- and ominous looking -- stranger didn't seem to put up much of a fight, speaking in honesty as the power of the Book of Oaths constructed by LaBruja Soraya wove its magic around the Merryman. The captain would have said more, but another guard came jogging up to speak to him in quick Rondí. If the Merryman was at all knowledgeable in the language, he would know that the Captain was just warned about the small host coming from Mithlonde lead by Feanor Vala, as well as the much larger host of the most foreign people they had ever before seen led by Suezo Oguro. "Fine, fine," the Captain of the City Guard said in impatient common, taking the book away, but stepping closer to the Merryman. "Go into the city and go to LaPlaza diLuna -- you will speak with Soraya de la Cruz. She is the Sorceress of Rondón, and she will have a place for you. Do not cause harm in my city," the Captain said with a deadly tone. Perhaps he was only human, but he was no stranger to magic, and seemed to be very good at his job. The man stepped away and allowed the Merryman through, trusting that the cloaked figure would be able to make his way to LaPlaza diLuna -- smaller, more compact, and eerily quiet in the bustling war-prepped city. The Captain grinned when he saw Feanor Vala, as guards immediately approached Nineteen (The Crimson Book) separately to halt his entrance. He was treated no differently than many of the people coming in, and that Nineteen looked like a skeleton barely made the Rondí bat an eyelash -- they were used to seeing skeletons, such as it was. "Welcome back to Rondón," the Captain said warmly to Feanor, grasping him by the lower arm. "LaReina has been expecting you," he said, speaking of Xiomara. "the Centennial Park is where they are organizing who will be going where. Your orders will be waiting there," the Captain said, making it easy for Feanor and his elven rangers to go through the city gates. As soon as he was finished his speaking, the Captain's horse was brought to him by two guards who were already on horseback. For Nineteen, the guards that stopped him asked him the usual questions -- "Name, age, intent within Rondón, magical aptitude," the usual sort of questions that were given to strangers coming into a city prepping for war. Suezo Oguro was met on the road before 200 of his foreign-looking warriors were crowding the already crunched roads in and out of Rondón. The captain road out with two of his men, a banner of Rondón waving behind the horses as they met them down the road. "Halt," the Captain of the City Guard said, dark eyes serious and grim as they looked at these warriors. Zephyr mercenaries? He'd never seen armor like there's before. Rondón was beautiful in the distance, and people that were coming and going on the road were looking at Suezo's warriors like they were animals in a menagerie -- open wonder and perhaps a tad bit of judgmental fear of the unknown. Suezo stated his intention, and where he was from -- using foreign words that the Captain had never heard before. Tawakoshi? Clan Hizashi? "Bring yourself and two chosen," the Captain said directly to Suezo. "They will be allowed through the gates to meet with the generals for the Rondí efforts agaisnt Zephyr. The rest of your men must wait out here in the hills," he said, and he gestured to wear Alfonso de Rondón's large host were also making themselves comfortable while the man was within the city. "I will escort you to the Palace of Thorns myself," the Captain said to Suezo, and if the Rondí man's orders were followed, the men would then ride through the city, taking a few back routes to avoid the thick traffic of the war preparation, in order to arrive at the Palace of Thorn's back gates. The elves kept a wary eye on the skeleton man, particularly the mages, but they did not address him. Feanor returned the grasp, grinning as he did. "I am happy to be back, I did not get to see much of the City last time, but our diplomats insist it was a spectacular time. I hope to return during the festival next year." He offered a bow then led his party into the City proper, making their way towards the Centennial Park.
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Post by City of Khaldaruhm on Jan 22, 2018 6:07:51 GMT -8
The Dwarves of Khaldaruhm made their way to the Rondi docks. A dozen massive galleons, escorted by numerous smaller sloops and brigs. On the decks of these ships were many heavily armored dwarven warriors, manning or repairing a variety of both mundane and arcane weaponry. The lead ship, Thorgondrir , was the first to tie off at the docks, the same diplomat party from before disembarking and awaiting a greeting.
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Windfeld 'Sea-shrieker'
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 48
Physical Description: Standing about 1.75 m tall, Windfeld is neither tall nor very muscular, though rugged and whether bitten are words that describe him well. Windfeld has a large, brown full beard and two eyes of different color each. His right is brown and the left is light blue and mostly kept behind a black patch.
Clothes and Equipment: Windfeld wears black boots, a large worn blue coat with a hat to match. Besides various exotic jewelry on his fingers, he wears a distinct necklace with a four leaf clover pendant with black gemstones and an carved ivory skull in the middle.
Registered: Nov 1, 2017 10:14:38 GMT -8
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Post by Windfeld 'Sea-shrieker' on Jan 22, 2018 9:48:46 GMT -8
Windfeld 'Sea-shrieker' Rafael's gaze was narrowed on the salt-weather captain in front of him, for all that the older, grizzled man displayed a charm that seemed waxed and smooth by the presence of gold and personal gain than it did anything else. "Yes, I am Crown Prince Rafael Carlos Montoban de Vinicio," he said, enunciating every word as he stepped a little closer and casually rested his hand on the handle of his sabre. The young man knew how to use it, and though he did now have some experience after going through the terror and trials that Helmfirth had presented, it was probably that Windfeld could have beat Rafael in a duel -- but not without enduring a few swipes from Rafael's own blade. "... You are the man that will be helping to carry our troops to LasIslas?" Rafael asked with a perk of his dark brow. "The Contested Islands are not easy to hold. It is the last place that any of the men want to be sent. Why are you so eager?" It was possible... completely possible... that Windfeld knew of the rumors of the underground caverns and caves of the isles, and the rumored treasures that might be beneath the mercurial waves that washed upon LasIslas shores. "Ohh how exiting! It's been a while since I was in the presence of a royal figure!" he said and lifted his hat as yet another of the many various gestures he made. Windfeld noted Rafael's hand casually readied at the hilt of his saber, but this was nothing knew when people spoke to Windfeld. Most people would be a little guarded in his presence - and besides the young people liked to puff themselves up when faced with danger. This was trifle though as he had no intention of fighting the young guy. No, the prince was a small sack of precious gold coins in Windfeld's eyes. Or at least he had access to them. "Yes yes... However would I earn the gold if not like that?" he said and smirked deviously. "And believe me... I have a few tricks up my sleeve that your 'armada' hasn't. My ship might not be biggest of galleons, but when she fires first - and she usually does - she leaves an impression..." he said with a faint smile. Windfeld was speaking in riddles, but he really did enjoy the thought of showing this young wellborn some of the finer points of 'pirateering' at some point. "Maybe we'll hold it, maybe we won't..." was Windfeld's ambiguous answer. "I can help you take it, but it's not really my 'forté' to secure a keep. But I can sure give them something else to think about." he said seemed to think back. "My own thought was too press on from there and put pressure on the bastards and destroy their fleets at Crestwatch and Starwatch. That way we won't have to 'hold' it." Windfeld said confidently. The young crown prince may have thought this guy's talk was pure bravado, but Windfeld liked to keep his cards close. "So about the gold! A little beforehand makes for a good mood among the crew I reckon." he said and grinned. Rest assured whether the crown prince was generous or not he would see to it that himself and the crew got what they came here for. Besides... He had studied those islands thoroughly through his spyglass and it seems the islands could very well contain the treasures it was rumoured to have inside its 'bowels'.
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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 22, 2018 10:06:43 GMT -8
"Halt," the Captain of the City Guard said, dark eyes serious and grim as they looked at these warriors. Zephyr mercenaries? He'd never seen armor like there's before. Rondón was beautiful in the distance, and people that were coming and going on the road were looking at Suezo's warriors like they were animals in a menagerie -- open wonder and perhaps a tad bit of judgmental fear of the unknown. Suezo stated his intention, and where he was from -- using foreign words that the Captain had never heard before. Tawakoshi? Clan Hizashi? "Bring yourself and two chosen," the Captain said directly to Suezo. "They will be allowed through the gates to meet with the generals for the Rondí efforts agaisnt Zephyr. The rest of your men must wait out here in the hills," he said, and he gestured to wear Alfonso de Rondón's large host were also making themselves comfortable while the man was within the city. "I will escort you to the Palace of Thorns myself," the Captain said to Suezo, and if the Rondí man's orders were followed, the men would then ride through the city, taking a few back routes to avoid the thick traffic of the war preparation, in order to arrive at the Palace of Thorn's back gates. Apparently Suezo and his men had mistaken a small village for being Rondón and a farmer leaning on a fence for being a gate guard. This was very embarrassing when one of his loyal samurai pointed this out. But being already dishonored and on a quest to redeem it, Suezo continued on and repeated his well rehearsed line when the three soldiers approached them well before they reached the actual city gate. "Do you not know of Tawakoshi?" he asked slightly surprised, but he knew that it had been a very long journey so that these people might not be aware. The question didn't matter, because the generals he would be presented to probably would. He chose two samurai from the bunch that he trusted and bowed to the captain as he mounted three horses and relieved them of their packaging. "Don't worry about my men, they are very disciplined!" he ensured the captain as he followed him through the gates. "Who am I going to present myself to again?" he asked when they arrived before the back gate. In Tawakoshi knowing your status among those you spoke too was as important for a samurai as knowing the sharp side of the katana.
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Alfonso de Rondón
Established
"El Diablo Encarnado"
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 25
Physical Description: Alfonso is a man molded by the crucible of war. He stands an average height of 5'9, but sports an athletic build - striking a balance between strength and agility.
Faded green eyes are set upon a stoic yet handsome face, blemished only by a single scar that runs down his right cheek.
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Clothes and Equipment: Alfonso favors light armor that allows him greater mobility and flexibility, while still protecting vital areas. He is commonly seen wearing a combination of scale and leather armor.
Alfonso wields his father's sword in conjunction with a buckler or other shield. The hilt of the sword appears to be missing a gemstone or some other decorative piece. He always carries a set of javelins.
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Registered: Jan 13, 2018 6:45:54 GMT -8
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Post by Alfonso de Rondón on Jan 22, 2018 14:04:15 GMT -8
Alfonso absorbed the spicy rebuke made by the Iron Rose. If anything, his grin found new borders upon his cheeks. She was easy to flare up, it seemed; impulsive, maybe; metaphorically closer to a pepper than a rose. But Alfonso enjoyed it - admired it even. She may have thought lowly of Alfonso, and this was to be expected; she didn't truly need him, that was certain - she already had capable soldiers and commanders as it was.
So he had to prove it to her.
"If it's Beorn you, it is Beorn you shall have." He extended his arms, "but I've only a handful of men. If I am to attack a location such as Beorn... I will need an army. A Rondí army." El Diablo Encarnado shrugged. "But I am just a simple mercenary with no titles. My gifts mean nothing to you. You don't need me - you said it yourself."
Alfonso rotated, as if he was prepared to leave, and then said "You'll know where to find me if you ever decide you do need me."
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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 22, 2018 15:29:00 GMT -8
Merryman Humour , Feanor Vala , Suezo Oguro , Nineteen (The Crimson Book) The Captain grinned when he saw Feanor Vala , as guards immediately approached Nineteen (The Crimson Book) separately to halt his entrance. He was treated no differently than many of the people coming in, and that Nineteen looked like a skeleton barely made the Rondí bat an eyelash -- they were used to seeing skeletons, such as it was. "Welcome back to Rondón," the Captain said warmly to Feanor, grasping him by the lower arm. "LaReina has been expecting you," he said, speaking of Xiomara. "the Centennial Park is where they are organizing who will be going where. Your orders will be waiting there," the Captain said, making it easy for Feanor and his elven rangers to go through the city gates. As soon as he was finished his speaking, the Captain's horse was brought to him by two guards who were already on horseback. For Nineteen, the guards that stopped him asked him the usual questions -- "Name, age, intent within Rondón, magical aptitude," the usual sort of questions that were given to strangers coming into a city prepping for war. "Name...name...Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......Nineteen? Oh, you got more questions....well darn....My age? I litterly have no idea. Intent? Um, I like pie? Magic....I suck. I really really suck...any other potentially awkward questions I probably won't have the answers to?" The guards at the Gate to Rondón stared at the skeleton, then glanced between each other. A Rondí comment was made between them before they shook their heads and focused on Nineteen again. "We ask these questions to protect our queen, our city, and our people," the guard said in slowly spoken Common, Rondí accent thick. "Please take them seriously. Why are you here, and why do you want access to Rondón?" The guard asked the skeleton, given the skeleton hadn't understood what 'intent' meant.
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