Thomas Montgomery
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: Thomas is an older man, with wrinkles, grey hair, and stern expression. Slightly below overage height, and average build, Thomas is the sort of man that could easily blend into the crowd in most cities and towns without drawing a second glance.
Clothes and Equipment:
Thomas usually dresses in a relatively fashionable, fairly conservative manner.When traveling, he wears sturdier, more rugged clothing for the road, but nothing that could be called adventuring gear. He is unlikely to be found armed with anything more than a pocket knife or perhaps dagger.
Registered: May 21, 2017 8:15:55 GMT -8
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Post by Thomas Montgomery on May 29, 2017 7:45:46 GMT -8
Thomas watched the proceedings impassively, opting not to get involved in the discussion about ogres and whether or not they were really lurking about just outside the city, and if so, what to do about it. He was hardly a warrior, after all. An old man more suited to being a clerk or aide could hardly be expected to snatch up a sword and go dashing out into the countryside to battle ogres and giants and the like. So instead, he did what Thomas Montgomery did best. He unobtrusively observed the proceedings. More specifically, he watched Feanor Vala , Ravven Fletcher , @likethecupcakes , and Ramike Thorval . How they handled the next few minutes might tell him a great deal about their capabilities in a crisis, after all.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on May 29, 2017 9:03:50 GMT -8
Duke Soult gazed at Roxanne Fletcher with curiosity. His brothers did not tend to be shy about their "conquests" and he recalled no mention of them sleeping with any of their soldiers, and they were not overly picky. He wondered if they remembered her at all. "They are indeed, my younger brothers in fact, and responsible for watching over Arcoux while I am gone. At least for appearance's sake, they have yet to master anything save the art of war and carousing. They made no mention of having a Fletcher under their command, next time you are in Gauldin though, feel free to stop by, any soldier who served under a member of my family is a welcome guest at my Keep." He ate and watched the messenger arrive, followed by a rather stunning woman. True to the Gauldish ideals of chivalry, his eyes did not linger for too long, and he waited until she was done to answer the Queen's question. "I am mostly here on vacation, although I am not opposed to forming connections with other cities. Arcoux has much to offer, though it does not seem like sustenance crops are needed here, but we have numerous wineries throughout, some of the best wine in Gauldin in fact."
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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 May 29, 2017 9:08:11 GMT -8
"No no no no, outside was a bit vague, and I guess I did imply this happened recently. No, this was...let's see, two days ago? Held me up for a day. They are all dead now!" Feanor pointed to the dried blood on his sword's scabbard, which was the brownish green typical of ogre blood.
"No ogres any more!" He said once more, in an attempt to calm everyone down. The last thing he had expected was a language barrier, he'd have to make sure he learned the local language if he was gonna spend any length of time here.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on May 29, 2017 10:33:58 GMT -8
Grandma’s eyes narrowed slightly as Soraya entered the room. Perhaps she was the Queen’s court magician or advisor? In the end, it didn’t make that much of a difference to her, she had business to discuss with the Queen. Business she should probably bring up sooner rather than later. “From what I gather, Queen Xiomara, Rondon has it’s fair share of luxury goods. Wine is the most prominent I’ve heard, but I assume it has others. I came here because I wish to set up trade deals to acquire these various luxury goods. Despite already being a behemoth of commerce, Isra is still growing and luxury goods are in high demand. Even some of the poorer people in Isra have a bit of pocket change to spend.” Leaning back in her seat, Grandma looked over steepled fingers at the Queen. It was a subtle change, but her demeanor had gone from being grandmotherly to something else…
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on May 29, 2017 10:44:24 GMT -8
Ravven eyed Feanor as he entered. The man certainly didn’t look like a mage. Hopefully, he would the type that was good outdoors, Ravven himself was more of a city dweller and he wasn’t fully confident in the two mages survival skills based off what they’d said so far. The locals also appeared to be getting all riled up about the mention of Ogres. Ravven really didn’t get what the big deal was, even if there was Ogres, that was a job for the city guard to handle, not potentially drunk tavern goers… Letting out a yawn, Ravven leaned forward, resting both his elbows on the table and his head in his hands, a bored expression on his face. For the moment he was content to simply wait for everyone to come to their senses. He hoped they’d get on with the trip soon, this bar was a bit too loud for Ravven’s taste.
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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 May 29, 2017 12:17:34 GMT -8
Everyone within the tavern stopped on a dime as they swung their attention onto @likethecupcakes, their gazes squinting and narrowed as they looked between her grand gestures and to the man, Feanor Vala beside her. She was speaking in their language, suddenly, but she was speaking as if they were all idiots. Of course, the locals didn't consider themselves idiots, but they did consider their land to be very precious, and the presence of ogres, wyverns, and others of that ilk were taken seriously. A country of farmers, ranchers, merchants, and traders they were -- not simply lords lazing about in castles. They were masons and wood carvers, artisans and homesteaders. Their land and the resources therein were their livelyhood, and they took took great, great pride in how far their little country had come, how much they had gained, the wealth that they enjoyed to some variable degree. " No ogres?" asked the girl that had just come back to their table to pour more wine for them. She looked hopeful. And when it seemed that indeed, there were no ogres, and evidence was produced, the men and the people grumbled and muttered about idiot foreigners, recounting other times ogres had been seen in Rondon and Selanca and DeRuiz and beyond and went back to their work. Crisis avoided.
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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 May 29, 2017 13:03:27 GMT -8
She nodded at @soraya's murmured words, her golden eyes looking up in that moment to see how Duke Nicolas Soult admired Soraya for a moment before politely looking away. The Iron Rose did not smirk, however. Just filed the knowledge away. She waved a hand at Soraya, to let the magic woman know that the queen had heard her message and would discuss it later. Soraya was not invited to join them. "Gauldish wine?" Xiomara asked, and there was a hint of amusement on her tone. "The people of Rondon are very patriotic. I am not sure that Gauldish wine would do well here, but you are always welcome to try, Your Grace." And then her gaze turned to Grandma. "Luxuries, hm. In Rondon, we have many artisans who make beautiful furniture from our wood and stone. We have gold jewelry from Selanca, of course.... what would Isra, or Arcoux have to offer?"
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 5, 2024 2:26:25 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2017 13:49:52 GMT -8
Soraya took the order and the gesture, lifting her gaze, and this close now, those at dinner -- Grandma, Roxanne Fletcher and Duke Nicolas Soult -- would be able to see that what they might have thought was dark grey was actually swirling smoke within her iris. She smiled at them momentarily, her gaze resting on the only man at the table and assessing him for a moment. Wordlessly, and without introduction, she left the table and instead of walking through the doors she entered, she crossed the room for the other double doors that led into an outer-hallway that led directly toward the sunset and the balconies that overlooked the gardens that had given the palace its name.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on May 29, 2017 16:10:00 GMT -8
He had suspected as much, Rondi goods had become quite popular on the markets of late, and the evidence of luxury goods was everywhere. How to approach the topic without accidentally offering insult, in the form of implying that their goods were inferior, would be tricky.
"Gauldin's chief export is our Cieltherium, but the trade in that is held by the King. If you are interested in that, I could arrange for those negotiations to begin. My fief provides food, livestock, and wine to the rest of the Kingdom. The only thing that is unique is the constant Barbarian and Tribal Orc incursions, but I can hardly export those, and they provide good experience for my levies and knights." He laughed at the thought of exporting some of the barbarians, fairly confident that such a thing was closer to an act of war than a trade agreement.
"How are Rondi warhorses?"
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on May 29, 2017 16:35:35 GMT -8
Grandma nodded as Xiomara listed off a few luxury goods. Such things would sell especially well to Isra’s middle and upper class. It helped that Isra boasted the largest middle and upper class of all relevant countries in the overworld, of course. “Foregoing the mention of gold, Isra would be capable of trading it's nigh limitless natural resources from the various lands within it. Lumber, metal, fruits and vegetables, Isra has plenty of those resources. There’s also our metal working…”
Pausing to take a sip of her drink, Grandma eyed Xiomara shrewdly as she continued. “I’m sure you’ve heard of Isra’s forges, they are an unmatched achievement that would put even the dwarves in awe. They produce all kinds of metal tools and equipment that would normally be extremely troublesome to mass produce in the typical forge.”
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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 May 29, 2017 19:02:29 GMT -8
"Thank you, Lord Soult. I'll keep that in mind next time I visit Gauldin."
Roxanne sat quietly, glancing between Grandma, Soult, and the queen. Why was she here? All this talk of international trade was far over her head. Everyone else at the table was so...important. All such high-ranking people in their respective nations. And yet here she was, plain Roxanne Fletcher. She wasn't really all that important in the grand scheme of things, not like these people were. She watched idly as the messenger woman entered, gave her message, and left. She was undoubtedly higher-ranking than Roxanne was, and yet here was Roxanne sitting at the table. It was very odd, and Roxanne wasn't sure she was completely comfortable in this sort of situation. At least the food was good.
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Thomas Montgomery
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: Thomas is an older man, with wrinkles, grey hair, and stern expression. Slightly below overage height, and average build, Thomas is the sort of man that could easily blend into the crowd in most cities and towns without drawing a second glance.
Clothes and Equipment:
Thomas usually dresses in a relatively fashionable, fairly conservative manner.When traveling, he wears sturdier, more rugged clothing for the road, but nothing that could be called adventuring gear. He is unlikely to be found armed with anything more than a pocket knife or perhaps dagger.
Registered: May 21, 2017 8:15:55 GMT -8
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Post by Thomas Montgomery on May 30, 2017 8:40:16 GMT -8
“Yes, well. That is sorted.” Thomas looked around at the group briefly, then gestured around to each in turn. “This is the core of the group you will be traveling with. I am sure that you will get to know one another in your travels. As I said before, you will be escorting Mister Tavish, the scholar who originally found the map to Lhesa, on an expedition to the location of the city. If the map proves to be genuine, you will establish a camp on the island and make such forays into the city itself as Mister Tavish requests and deems sufficient to his purpose.” “The purpose of the expedition is exploration and fact-finding, but there is an expectation of substantial wealth in the ruins, most likely in the form of ancient artifacts and relics of historical and artistic significance. Mister Tavish will be primary advisor on what will be transported back and what will be left in place for later expeditions. In return for your aid in this, you will each receive a five percent share of such moneys and treasures as you find and return with. Are there any further questions?” He looked from person to person. Ramike Thorval , @likethecupcakes , Ravven Fletcher , and Feanor Vala each were given a chance to speak up.
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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 May 30, 2017 19:19:40 GMT -8
Xiomara was not going to admit this aloud, but she doubted that Grandma would find much trade in Rondon that would extend to a national scale between the city-state and Isra. Isra was, quite frankly, intimidating. No contract the Rondi entered would be fair. The fact that all Isra looked for was luxuries -- that they had all other resources that were nigh inexhaustable -- put the Queen on the defensive. Isra was a behemoth, stretching out its tentacles, pretending to be benevolent and giving and only just bringing everything under its yoke. The Rondi were not oxen, and they would rebel, if only to feel a need to retain their independence. Agreeing to a trade agreement between Rondon and Isra, however small, Xiomara felt would be a slippery slope. "I have heard," she agreed with Grandma when she spoke of the metal. Her lion's eyes moved to Duke Nicolas Soult. Arcoux was a different ballgame, however. Arcoux was small enough to warrant Xiomara's interest, but powerful enough to make her think carefully of tying their nations together. If Arcoux did go to war with Rondon, Rondon would still stand a chance. "The Rondi horses are incredible," she said, with no hint of arrogance on her tone. "In truth, it is one of our largest and most expensive exports. They would be a service to your orc problem, I'm sure," the queen said. She sipped her wine, and looked at Grandma. "To be bold, what Rondon could use are mercenaries," she stated and let her gaze wandered to Roxanne Fletcher. "Which is why I hope you will stay in Rondon. I would be willing to finance you as captain of a mercenary troop to expand and secure the Rondi borders into Zephyr."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 5, 2024 2:26:25 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2017 7:37:15 GMT -8
The sorceress waited outside of the dining room where Queen Xiomara of Rondón, Grandma, Duke Nicolas Soult, and Roxanne Fletcher ate and talked. She'd given her message to the queen, and she was sure that Xiomara would not be happy about it. Still, Soraya did not regret her decision. Or... perhaps she didn't. The gardens were beautiful, even with descending night. The contrast of the golden-baked stone to the tiles, the Rondi archicture touching into the green, the fountains... It was beautiful. She may become homesick, but she also needed to leave. Moving to sit one thigh on the balustrade's edge and lean her back and head against a column behind her, she relaxed there in the quiet and peace of the moment, waiting for the dinner to finish so she could have her conversation with the Iron Rose.
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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 May 31, 2017 12:29:14 GMT -8
"This all sounds like a good deal to me."
The payment would help him to continue to stay out longer before returning home to Mithlonde, and the City was always interested in learning of other pre-cataclysm cities, in the hopes that they may have once had ties that could provide some insight into Mithlonde's past.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on May 31, 2017 12:29:52 GMT -8
Lord Soult listened with some interest to her statement in regards to the Isran trade agreement, the dismissal done in a perfect example of diplomacy. Gauldin and Isra were allies to be certain, but he always viewed it as an economic rivalry as well.
"My livestock is well suited for working animals, draft horses and oxen and the like. What I do lack are proper steeds, each horse ridden by my knights was imported at no small cost. I need a proper cavalry, the raids on my lands are often faster than my own levies can respond too, and going after them in their territory is an expensive endeavor, far more than obtaining warhorses and training someone to use them. In exchange, I would be more than happy to provide you with some of my own personal forces to assist in this endeavor."
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Askar
Committed
I'm just a happy camper.
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: Size: Askar is 510 feet long, including his tail. He is heavily built in the sense that he looks muscular and has a broad body. His maw is large enough to swallow a bull mammoth whole, his wingspan roughly 1050 feet.
Eyes: Black. Askar's eyes weren't reptilian-like, they were beaming with existential thought unlike an animal.
Color: Askar's scales were dark blue, ranging to a lighter almost grey color on his stomach.
Species: Elder Vintra
Askar's body resembled mostly that of a European dragon. Unlike many dragons he had front and back legs that weren't connected to his wings. His claws were black, thick as battering rams. His teeth were broadswords.Two large horns are placed on the top of his skull, strong enough to bring ruin to most castles.
Askar unlike many other dragons also did not have an opening at the bottom of his chest, it was covered in scale.
http://montre24.com/postimg1/fiz03.jpg
(Roughly something along the lines of this)
Clothes and Equipment: Unlike many dragons, Askar breathes a blue flame. The specific fire that Askar produces is extremely potent and will burn hotter than your average dragon flame, it is said to be capable of melting away stone walls and bring mountainsides to a boil. Askar also has a numbing effect on magic, especially hostile magic intended to harm him. It is very hard to hurt a dragon with sorcery or otherwise put it under a spell.
Registered: May 21, 2015 12:50:03 GMT -8
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Post by Askar on May 31, 2017 15:39:40 GMT -8
A roar bellowed across the Ryel River, near the contested territories south of Rondon. The screech so remarkably strong that it traveled for miles. Farmers, loggers and commoners alike all peered to the skies, their hands shielding their eyes from the sun. For but a moment it seemed that field and woodland alike stood still, all the creatures in the land holding their breath. All looking for the source of this dreadful sound. A shadow slid across the green fields. Entire vineyards, entire villages swallowed in its shroud. The shadow despite being massive slid across the ground silently, and fast.
Then came the sound of wings. Wings flapping at such force one could be tempted to think a storm was brewing. This was of course until a second roar rang out across the land. An enormous blue figure slid through the sky, thousands of feet in the air it moved at great speeds. It was graceful, yet so disproportionately large and muscular that its flight might've looked less elegant than some of its sleeker cousins in the other draconic races. Some didn't believe their eyes, some cried out to whichever holiness they kept. Then it was gone. A minute or two it was there, only to continue its flight south-east into the mountain-range south of Selanca.
Askar peered down into the surrounding land, his memory of this place non-existent. He took to the mountains in search of a cave large enough to house him.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on May 31, 2017 17:00:16 GMT -8
Queen Xiomara didn’t seem particularly keen on the idea of trade with Isra. Most likely frightened by Isra, not something Grandma could blame her for, she wasn’t so blind that she couldn’t see what had happened to other countries that had close connections to Isra. “Although I’ve mentioned trade with Isra, I should probably clear this up now, I didn’t come here to orchestrate something so large as a trade deal between Isra and Rondon. I’m only interested in setting up trade deals with some of my personal assets, which although extensive, don’t compare in the slightest to Isra’s resources.”
The old woman paused for a moment, listening to the other converse a bit while she sipped on her drink. After a few minutes of this, she addressed the Queen once more, her tone warm and grandmotherly sounding once more. “I’m curious, does Rondon have a good variety of books it sells? I’m a collector of knowledge and am always looking for more books to add to that collection. I haven’t visited any of the book shops here myself but figured it’d be prudent to ask you first before I bothered. After all, who else would know more about the city than its Queen?”
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on May 31, 2017 17:12:45 GMT -8
Ravven shook his head as Thomas Montgomery inquired if he had any other questions. He was ready to get out of this bar and start exploring. He hoped there wouldn’t be anything too dangerous on the island they were venturing to but didn’t hold out much hope considering how bad his luck usually was… “I’m ready to depart immediately. You’ve already answered the questions I had, enough to satisfy me, at least.”
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Thomas Montgomery
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: Thomas is an older man, with wrinkles, grey hair, and stern expression. Slightly below overage height, and average build, Thomas is the sort of man that could easily blend into the crowd in most cities and towns without drawing a second glance.
Clothes and Equipment:
Thomas usually dresses in a relatively fashionable, fairly conservative manner.When traveling, he wears sturdier, more rugged clothing for the road, but nothing that could be called adventuring gear. He is unlikely to be found armed with anything more than a pocket knife or perhaps dagger.
Registered: May 21, 2017 8:15:55 GMT -8
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Post by Thomas Montgomery on May 31, 2017 18:03:41 GMT -8
“Well, then.” Thomas stood up and raised his glass. “Good fortune on your voyage. All that remains is to meet with your transportation and be on your way. I believe that Captain Reed intends to sail down the river this afternoon. He should be meeting us here momentarily, unless I miss my guess.”
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