Jack Reed
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Physical Description: Jack is an old man, hard and grizzled from a life at sea. Once blue eyes are now watery and grey, and his hair and beard long ago turned white. His hands are rough and calloused and scarred from a lifetime of hard work on ships and boats.
Clothes and Equipment: Usually seen in sturdy, practical clothing that's slightly dated and out of fashion. He always has a long knife on him, and often wears a cutlass as well. He always wears an amulet that he swear is a lucky charm, but people with a sensitivity to magic might notice that it is enchanted with wards and charms related to the weather.
Registered: May 22, 2017 8:01:42 GMT -8
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Post by Jack Reed on May 31, 2017 18:28:35 GMT -8
The door burst open, and a grizzled old man strode in. Despite his obviously advanced age, Jack carried himself well, without a cane or the like. He looked around the bar, then strode over Thomas Montgomery and the rest of the group. “There you are, you damned devil-tongued liar!” He laughed and clapped Thomas on the shoulder with a scarred and calloused hand. “This the lot you picked out for this Lhesa boondoggle?” He looked around at the gathered group, faded gray eyes appraising each in turn. Feanor Vala , the elven archer. @likethecupcakes , the giant of a woman. Ramike Thorval , the young shapechanger, not that they knew it yet. Ravven Fletcher , the moody and grim trapspringer. “I swear, boy, ever’ damned year these explorer types get younger and younger. Not a chin hair between them. Bah! You and me, we should oughta be retired anyhow. Leave all this nonsense to the young people.” He laughed again, giving Thomas another thump on the shoulder as he turned back to the door. “Right, then. You lot come with me. No time for grab-ass, we ain’t getting paid by the hour, right?” Assuming they followed, he lead them out the door and back down towards the docks. “We’ll be sailing on Lady Magma. You know anything about ships? Hell, it don’t matter if you do. You ain’t here as sailors. She was a pirate hunter before I got my hands on her. Fastest damned boat you ever been on, I’d bet my left testicle. I’ll have you in Lhesa faster than a Gauldin lass is out of her knickers.” He kept up the stream of commentary all the way down to the docks, where he smoothly transitioned into shouting profanity-laden orders to the crew preparing the Magma for sail.
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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 31, 2017 18:35:10 GMT -8
As the dragon, Askar , came soaring over the land of Rondon...Alarms sounded. There were scouts that looked toward the distance, and they clanged their bells and rallied the city, panic sweeping through the streets as the handful of mages at the Rondi court went to their towers and the city guard swept along the outer walls. They watched as what began as small in the distance quickly became larger and larger, the roar finding its way down into the hearts of the guards and knights and mages and soldiers who stood to defend the city.... .... yet nothing happened. The behemoth of a dragon went for the Montserrat mountains far in the distance, their snowy peaks visible from Rondon although Selance itself was hidden among the hills and the forests there, at least a day's journey... Suffice to say, the Rondi people would be looking into this new 'settler' and martial law would now be set into place until they could distinguish what was happening with the dragon. [Askar's entrance is set after the Queen's dinner and Thomas' adventure party]
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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.
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(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 Jun 1, 2017 1:13:41 GMT -8
Askar's shadow reached the Montserrat mountains, swallowing the surrounding landscape in darkness. His eyes flickered across the frolicking woodlands at the roots of these great mountains. He was looking to make a home for himself in this mountain-range. He needed to find a sizable cavern - or he'd be forced to expand on a smaller crevice. He circled above the pass, eyeing his surroundings. He set his eyes on an opening in the mountainside, something he could work with. He landed, burying his massive claws into rock and stone. Here he would shape his new home, with the use of his molten flame and brute force. The sound this task produced rang out into the pass, alerting any living creature that a terraforming of the mountainside was occurring. The warmth from the dragons fire, the endless clouds of dust produced by the breaking of a mountain. It was impossible to miss.
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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 Jun 1, 2017 16:05:56 GMT -8
Ravven offered a nod to Thomas Montgomery as the man wished them a safe voyage. Glancing at the door, the young man wondered what the captain of their voyage would be like, something he didn’t have to wonder about for long. Ravven was slightly taken aback as Jack Reed burst into the room, he could already tell that the man was going to be quite an interesting person… Without any objection, Ravven followed Jack Reed as the old sailor led them to the ship they would be taking. Beyond the occasional smirk, Ravven didn’t react much to the captain’s colorful chatter. Approaching Feanor Vala, Ravven peered at the elf curiously. He hadn’t seen many elves before, at least, not beside them simply passing him on the road. He idly wondered how old the elf was. “I don’t think we were ever introduced as you arrived after the introductions took place, the names Ravven Fletcher. I take it you’re a ranger of sorts?”
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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 Jun 1, 2017 16:50:28 GMT -8
Feanor made not that he shaved deliberately, as facial hair tended to get all manner of nasties in it when one went weeks in the countryside without a shower. He was too diplomatic to point this out, and figured he would rather have the man underestimate him than overestimate him. Feanor also followed Jack Reed out, the hint of a grin on his face.
"Feanor Vala of the Mithlonde Far Ranger Corps, on the lookout for anything that could pose a potential help or hindrance to my city. Pleased to meet you Ravven Fletcher, I take it your family makes arrows?"
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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 Jun 1, 2017 18:24:53 GMT -8
Roxanne almost choked on her drink when the queen outlined her offer. The captain of a mercenary unit? Why? How did the queen just decide to put her in charge of something like this? She really couldn't complain, as it sounded like a nice, prestigious job...but what would she be getting into?
"Oh! Why...that's a very kind offer, Queen Xiomara. I don't know what to say...why is Rondon expanding into Zephyr? I apologize, I really don't know much about the local politics. I've done mercenary work before, of course, and I've got experience leading troops...but why the sudden expansion?"
Was this why the queen had invited her to dinner? To work for her? How had Roxanne been selected to lead? The queen didn't know anything about her...did she?
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 18, 2024 8:57:41 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2017 13:36:26 GMT -8
The door burst open, and a grizzled old man strode in. Despite his obviously advanced age, Jack carried himself well, without a cane or the like. He looked around the bar, then strode over Thomas Montgomery and the rest of the group. “There you are, you damned devil-tongued liar!” He laughed and clapped Thomas on the shoulder with a scarred and calloused hand. “This the lot you picked out for this Lhesa boondoggle?” He looked around at the gathered group, faded gray eyes appraising each in turn. Feanor Vala , the elven archer. @likethecupcakes , the giant of a woman. Ramike Thorval , the young shapechanger, not that they knew it yet. Ravven Fletcher , the moody and grim trapspringer. “I swear, boy, ever’ damned year these explorer types get younger and younger. Not a chin hair between them. Bah! You and me, we should oughta be retired anyhow. Leave all this nonsense to the young people.” He laughed again, giving Thomas another thump on the shoulder as he turned back to the door. “Right, then. You lot come with me. No time for grab-ass, we ain’t getting paid by the hour, right?” Assuming they followed, he lead them out the door and back down towards the docks. “We’ll be sailing on Lady Magma. You know anything about ships? Hell, it don’t matter if you do. You ain’t here as sailors. She was a pirate hunter before I got my hands on her. Fastest damned boat you ever been on, I’d bet my left testicle. I’ll have you in Lhesa faster than a Gauldin lass is out of her knickers.” He kept up the stream of commentary all the way down to the docks, where he smoothly transitioned into shouting profanity-laden orders to the crew preparing the Magma for sail. (Nothing else to add to this, just putting one last post before we move to the next one.) As the noise of the crowd died down, Debbie sighed and leaned on a nearby table. "Good thing that worked...." She muttered to herself as her comrades began to introduce themselves to one another. She was about to speak up when Jack Reed walked in and spouted his introduction. Debbie looked to the others and figured she was indeed the youngest one of the group. Still, she was proud to be part of a legitimate expedition team and to be asked by the academy personally to investigate on their behalf. When asked if they had any questions, she shook her head and when the sailor released his profanity (flinching a little at the remark on Gauldin women being easy), she nodded instead.
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Jack Reed
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Physical Description: Jack is an old man, hard and grizzled from a life at sea. Once blue eyes are now watery and grey, and his hair and beard long ago turned white. His hands are rough and calloused and scarred from a lifetime of hard work on ships and boats.
Clothes and Equipment: Usually seen in sturdy, practical clothing that's slightly dated and out of fashion. He always has a long knife on him, and often wears a cutlass as well. He always wears an amulet that he swear is a lucky charm, but people with a sensitivity to magic might notice that it is enchanted with wards and charms related to the weather.
Registered: May 22, 2017 8:01:42 GMT -8
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Post by Jack Reed on Jun 2, 2017 21:02:13 GMT -8
True to his word, Jack wasted no time. He bustled the adventurers onto the ship, calling to an officer to have them escorted to their cabins. Lady Magma was a warship, built for speed, not a luxury yacht. As such, there wasn’t a great deal of space on board for personal belongings or for spacious cabins. The four were left to divide themselves into the two small rooms, each with just enough room for two bunks and two sea chests, however they liked. In no time, the Magma cast off and sailed down the river Ryel, mostly using the current to propel the ship. Once they hit open water, though, suddenly, Jack was striding the deck and shouting. “Full sail ya rope-monkeys! Show these bastards what this leaky bucket can do! Move! Move! Any man-Jack I find lollygaggin’ can get out and push!” Under full sails, Lady Magma practically leapt over the waves. Her long, narrow hull sliced through the water, rapidly leaving the other vessels in her wake. ---[Exit to Lhesa]---
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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 Jun 4, 2017 8:29:56 GMT -8
“They might have a long time ago, although currently making arrows isn’t their main business. They do all kinds of things, we’re a very large family, apparently. I don’t know that much when it comes to details though, I left home years ago and haven’t been back for a very long time.” Although he sounded mostly indifferent as he spoke about his family, he did wear a slightly disheartened look when he mentioned how long it had been since he had last seen his family.
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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 Jun 5, 2017 14:40:18 GMT -8
An elegant brow perked on her face when she looked at Duke Nicolas Soult. "While I am more than willing to negotiate the shipment of Rondi horses, I'm wondering how it is you plan to send forces? Did you not just say that you need to deal with the orc raiders at your borders?" The question wasn't posed with a condescending tone, but instead curious as to how the Duke planned to see that endeavour through. "And speaking of trade, Grandma, Rondon would be blessed to indulge in trade with a woman of your statute." Something of a bare hint of a smile touched at the corners of her lips. "The Rondi have a strong adoration for women of self-confidence, as I'm sure you've noticed. I can see you're not after just any books... you'll perhaps want to speak with the Bookmaker in DeRuiz. He will have more information for you, and indeed, he's the reason why the Palace's own Library is so interestingly stocked." She sipped her wine before turning her gaze onto Roxanne Fletcher. It was then that something shown brightly in the lioness' eyes, as if she might know Roxy more than Roxy knew herself. "I trust you," Xiomara said shortly. Perhaps Roxanne might have heard the rumor that the Iron Rose had the ability to see into the future, to divine outcomes before they had even happened, to see multiple pathways and multiple threads and tug or journey on the one she wanted. "And like a rose on the vine, Rondon continues to grow and expand, to thrive with tender nurturing. The land to the West of Rondon is ours. It has always been ours, by the Zephyrian people try to lay claim to it through a threadbare claim that so far has no substantiation other than they say it is so. There is a Rondi town there, called Feron, where you can make base."
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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 Jun 5, 2017 17:10:02 GMT -8
"I would increase recruitment of course. I already have several of my courtiers working through alliances of sorts with several of the more friendly orc tribes as well. They should provide a bulwark of sorts, in exchange for receiving the land they manage to take back."
He sipped at the wine, which he deemed almost as good as the wine produced in his own fief.
"The orc tribes I ally with must not crush the enemy tribes though, so I seek alliances with a smaller number, that they will be reliant on my own soldiers in the event the other tribes unite against them. I do not wish to wipe out the tribes, merely decrease their raids. They provide valuable mercenaries to bolster my own forces when I march to war beneath the Gauldish flag."
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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 Jun 6, 2017 7:45:39 GMT -8
“I’m glad the people of Rondon hold such an opinion about strong women. With the large variety of goods that come through the port here in Rondon, I’m sure a trade deal that benefits all parties can be made.” Grandma took another sip of her drink when Xiomara mentioned DeRuiz. The queen might notice that Grandma seemed quite focused now that the subject of books had been brought up. “If this DeRuiz is willing to, I would absolutely love to meet him. I’m sure the two of us would have plenty of things to discuss.”
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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 Jun 6, 2017 17:22:13 GMT -8
Roxanne didn't have a whole lot of experience dealing with royalty. However, she'd heard enough to know that one didn't just turn down an offer like this. Even if she wasn't super fond of military work, leading a campaign like this would put her in good standing with the queen of a fairly powerful state. That wasn't an opportunity to be taken lightly. She hadn't heard any of the rumors that the queen could see the future, but still got the distinct impression that Xiomara knew something she didn't.
"Why...I'm honored, Queen Xiomara. I'll lead your campaign, and I'll retake the lands that are rightfully yours. I'll make sure Rondon expands and can flourish. Um...do you have the mercenaries gathered? When do you want to mobilize?"
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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 Jul 24, 2017 11:30:25 GMT -8
The Queen continued to elegantly eat and drink, her gaze on her knife and fork in hand. "DeRuiz is a place, Grandma. The man you will want to speak to is named Tomas Calderon," her Rondi inflection was heavy on his name, "but he prefers to be called the Bookmaker. It is his specialty, you see." She leaned back to make comfortable in her seat. "I am glad to hear it, Roxanne," Xiomara said, a slight roll of the 'r' in Roxanne Fletcher's name. "I do have men already loosely gathered. With no one to lead them, they have been simply patrolling the hills, but I can give the order to get them read by... the morning after next?"
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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 Aug 19, 2017 17:21:28 GMT -8
“Ah, DeRuiz is the name of a place, not a person. My apologies, I misheard you previously, I must be growing tired from all the travel I’ve done today. Well, I look forward to meeting this Tomas Calderon, or the Bookmaker as you call him.”
Pausing for a moment, Grandma sips on her wine, wearing a content although slightly weary look.
“If you have nothing else to speak of, I’d like to retire for the night if you don’t mind. One of the many downsides of growing old, you simply don’t possess the energy you used to.”
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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 Aug 20, 2017 7:55:44 GMT -8
Xiomara nodded her head to Grandma. The Queen's golden eyes flared for a moment, but her expression remained neutral. "Of course. Enjoy your rest, and I will make the arrangements to DeRuiz for you. Goodnight." Then, the queen turned her gaze onto Duke Nicolas Soult. Waiting until Grandma exited, the Queen briefly spoke to Roxanne. "Thank you for sharing the meal with me, Roxanne. Rest well, and I will have my general meet with you in the morning to further discuss your situation." As she spoke, the elegant woman stood, laying down her napkin. It was a sign that other people should do the same as well, for the regent was done eating. Her lion eyes landed back onto the Duke. "Would you stay a moment longer, Your Grace?" Without a word, and assuming he would, she breezed by him in her Rondi gown, toward the veranda outside the doors where they could speak in the light of the sunset that cascaded over the warm brick of Rondon. It was expected that the Duke would join her.
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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 Aug 20, 2017 17:08:47 GMT -8
"Of course Queen Xiomara." Nicolas said, standing as the others left the table.
The Gauldish Duke followed the Queen out onto the veranda, taking great care to not let his eyes wander below her waist, as tempting as it might be.
"What did you wish to talk about, Your Highness?"
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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 Aug 21, 2017 17:30:20 GMT -8
The Queen walked beside him, her gown trailing behind her. The outside corridor was a floor above the base of the gardens at the center, giving them a downward view of some of the coiled hedges and handsome fountains, and an easy glance at the birds that rested in the trees as the rosegold light of Dusk set upon the Palace of Thorns.
"I would like to know what you think of Rondon," the Iron Rose asked, turning her head to look at him directly with those all-seeing, golden eyes of hers.
She spoke directly and without games, although she always seemed to have some hidden piece of information she did not say aloud. Xiomara was a striking woman, and dressed to accentuate her feminity but did not use it as a weapon, so to speak. She was not a seductress, and had risen farther in her pride than to allow for that.
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Post by Isra - The Free City on Aug 24, 2017 4:02:39 GMT -8
-- some time after Grandma's visit to Rondon --A letter, bound in an envelope by the seal of the City of Isra, found its way to the Castle of Rondon, and, inevitably, into the care of Queen Xiomara. Should she choose to open and read it, she would thus find this.
Flower's Bloom, Eighth, in this Current Year
Your Majesty, Queen Xiomara of Rondon,
It is my sincere hope that this letter finds you well in both health and spirit. I write to inform you of my intention to travel to your fair city and meet with you, leaving Isra no later than the first of Blossom Heart, accompanied by a small retinue, amounting no greater than fifteen men.
It is at this time that I shall attend to my duties as both Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Isran Empire and Chancellor of the City of Isra, and it is my most sincere hope that you will receive me with open arms, and aid me in facilitating a better relationship between us.
As such, I shall gladly await the sight of your city and yourself, in what I am sure shall be no time at all.
With sincerest regards,
Ryden Greyiron Chancellor of Isra Minister of Foreign Affairs -- Isran Empire
The letter was neatly handwritten on several sheets of parchment -- evidently, official Isran stationary -- the background of each marked subtly with the personal seal of the Chancellor, and a signature scrawled above his name -- quite obviously his. As such, the papers were binding verification of Ryden's word. Despite the long and arduous travels it had endured, the parchment remained as it was the day it was sealed - pristine and dirt-free, only blue ink staining the off-white paper. It would, of course, require no reply - by the time any message in a similar form could be returned, the Chancellor would surely have already departed and would be on course for Rondon.
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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 Aug 25, 2017 16:05:39 GMT -8
The Duke paused, caught off guard by the question. He was not entirely certain what he expected from this, but not that. Nic took full advantage of the pause, using the moment to gain an appreciation for the beauty of the Palace before him.
"It is a stunning city, and ably ruled. It reminds me in many ways of Gauldin's cities, our people share many common interests, but there seems to be more...how do I put this, life and excitement here."
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