The City of Zephyr
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 400-450+ Years old
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:10:15 GMT -8
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Post by The City of Zephyr on Apr 5, 2017 20:53:48 GMT -8
The Rolan Divide by Deladus the Bard
A massive collection of Gothic structures make up the majority of the city, with abundant trade from foreign lands it boasts a spectacular market quarter and room for any and all. Once the capital city of Rolan, the Arco family took hold and brought peace in a time of uncertainty to a fractured land and managed to live in overall comfort and prosperity for 300 years. It all went wrong when a poorly arranged marriage and an over eager merchant nearly started a war.
A deal was in place to end the dispute over the unclaimed lands of Rolan, islands for ports and commerce for growth, all to be traded with the binding of matrimony. Our prince left, abandoned his duty, but we had sent him to carry our burden. Dreigh was attacked, innocents slaughtered, merchant vessels barred from lands that were already ours, Rondon had changed their minds. The prince never arrived they said, but who could trust known marauders? Was it any surprise that we did not force our brother back into the arms of the enemy on his return?
The Rondi question our honor, we question their blood-lust and now it seems the petty skirmishes that divide our city-states will go on for years more. Now under the charge of King Rylan, Zephyr continues to spread its message of unity, welcoming the diversity of culture and a warning, for those who cross the Ryel River, carry two swords, one for the sword you see, the other for the dagger you will not.
Location: Zephyr, Rolan, the Overworld, off the Ryel River
Demographic: Diverse with creatures and folk from all walks of life. Government Type: City-State, ruled by The Common King Rylan
Foreign Policy: Open, and seeking allies
Magic Policy: Experimentation and study is highly encouraged by any and all, just don't harm anyone.
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The City of Zephyr
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 400-450+ Years old
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:10:15 GMT -8
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Post by The City of Zephyr on Apr 5, 2017 21:41:50 GMT -8
"Sir, you have so many obligations, we have visitors very important visitors and they will expect a proper greeting!" Darren was a fussy man reaching his elder years, with four decades come and gone, three of them spent in some sort of service or another to the Arco family and never had he been so challenged as he was by the newest King. Dressed as always in the red and silver robes that marked his position as special adviser, the excess fabric flapping behind him as he chased the young ruler down the palace halls. "If you're insisting on going then at least take your entourage!"
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King Rylan Arco
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 20
Physical Description: Lithe toned frame, long legs, wirey.
Clothes and Equipment: Formal: Polished leather doublet, green silk breeches with red doeskin shoes. His father's jewel encrusted hand a half sword worn at his hips
Informal: a simple colored t shirt and pants tied with a simple rope belt, an unstrung bow, hand axe and quiver.
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 16:15:30 GMT -8
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Post by King Rylan Arco on Apr 5, 2017 21:52:38 GMT -8
The king rubbed a hand that was 'offensively rough for a monarch' over his face and attempted to again drown out the grating high pitched squealing he'd become so accustomed to. "Darren, this is Zephyr, this is my home, if I can't feel safe enough to go into its streets without 8 armed men at my side, how will I expect my citizens to?" He was dressed quite plainly except for the make of the clothing, a simple white cloth shirt over black pants, cinched by a rope at his waist, a style worn by many commoners that was both comfortable and efficient. "Stop flapping about like a bat, the decision is made. I've never failed to greet a visitor that requested it, important or not and I don't intend to start now. You make the schedule and when I return I'll abide by it." He cut the man off from the expected retort with a raised hand that was often employed by his mother. "When I return, off, shoo, worry over someone else before my ears bleed." He didn't stop to take in the affronted face of the man, he knew that he'd return to a sulking, passive aggressive lump of a man fussing over him more than ever, but Zephyr was a living thing, it needed to be seen, touched, breathed, and Rylan needed a few hours to forget that he lived in a palace, that he was a king, to just be. So, off he went, through the servant's doors, past the kitchen and toward the stables to fetch his horse for the day's journey to the market.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Apr 16, 2017 17:55:48 GMT -8
The Swan stepped off the ship and reached to push her hood back from her head, revealing the blonde hair beneath. She was walking on the docks toward the markets, but found that her step slowly drew to a halt as the looked at the height of this new city. The castle was imposing, so tall that birds were just smudges of white against the sky as they flew by peaked spires and waving flags.
Someone shoved into her and made her stumble. A sailor, who growled at her. She didn't respond to it, characteristically quiet as she regained a presence of where she was and WHY she was and instead hefted her bag over her shoulder and moved to go into the city proper, taking her to the markets first.
She was starving and could eat like a bird -- three times her weight in one day. She never understood where and why people thought that eating so little food was birdlike. If only they knew what gluttons they were, constantly eating and stuffing their beaks in a panicked need to get the fuel to fly.
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The City of Zephyr
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 400-450+ Years old
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:10:15 GMT -8
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Post by The City of Zephyr on Apr 16, 2017 18:13:00 GMT -8
Swan
The docks were constructed with excess and security in mind, while the amount of bays for ship seemed unfillable the wall that surrounded the massive city funneled any sailors or visitors toward one of four entrance gates, each manned by two guards in full dress. The tops of the walls were raised above the gates, giving the two archers stationed along it cover. While the gate slowed progress, once it opened into the city proper things moved much quicker, with streets and alleys interconnecting to more streets and more alley’s all leading to the market district. A Kobold fitted with steel mail met the girl’s eyes as she approached, waving her forward while the younger man at his left verified a group of sailors. The sun set his green and red scales off brightly before his coarse, slightly harsh voice greeted her. “Welcome to Zephyr, please state the nature of your visit and the name of the ship you arrived on.” Small black eyes met hers, inquiring but not suspicious and with the relaxed nature of routine.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Apr 16, 2017 18:27:27 GMT -8
She waited in the queue along with the rest of the people to get through the gates, but she was surprised to see that there was a kobold working alongside the humans. She had to stop herself from reaching for her dagger, because clearly, this one belonged here. There was mild surprise on her face when he spoke to her, calm and collected and polite, and she was caught up in it for a moment.
The Swan snapped out of it and then shook her head slightly, blonde hair swaying as she reached into her pocket and drew out a paper. It was a flyer, torn from some tavern wall. "I'm here for this," the Swan told the kobold. "My name is Natalia Vermyer," she told him. It wasn't her real name, but it was a name she used on occassion, a name that she was comfortable lying with. "I arrived on the Crayton."
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Balthazar the Alchemist
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 34
Physical Description: Approximately 6’7 in height with a somewhat gangly build. His body is covered completely by surprisingly flexible armor plates that overlay a skin fitting cloth outfit. Over the armor, he wears a voluminous black cloak that features a rather sizable collar that is usually turned up. His mask has a beaklike metal extension on the front of it with two metal hoses attached to directly below the beak-like extension. These hoses connect to the armor on his back, making them mostly obscured by the cloak he wears. On top of the mask, he wears a plain black top hat that’s in surprisingly good shape. His eyes are obscured by a dark tinted glass.
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Clothes and Equipment: A flexible suit of armor made from enchanted alloy. Despite being in relatively thin sheets, it’s highly durable and resistant to a wide manner of attacks. The cloth it's attached to and the cloak that covers it also appears to have been enchanted in some ways. Wears gloves of a similar material that have what appears to be runes of some kind written on them. A rather strange looking crossbow that’s unusually large is strapped to his back along with a glaive. There appear to be many objects carried in the coat's pockets, although they are obscured from view. In addition to this, Balthazar carries a worn looking travelers bag.
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Registered: Apr 16, 2017 11:57:08 GMT -8
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Post by Balthazar the Alchemist on Apr 16, 2017 18:31:39 GMT -8
Balthazar approached the gates of Zephyr atop Ebony, his unusually large black colored steed. Ebony moved at a slow trot, Balthazar observing the gate with an air of calmness about him, although his exact impressions would be difficult to judge considering his face was completely obscured. He had heard that the city of Zephyr received goods from all over the world. This rumor was what brought him here, for he was in search of artifacts, and a city of trade was one of the best places to find such things.
Slowing as he approached the guards at the gate, Balthazar waited to see if they had any questions for him or if he would simply be let in the city. Even if the guards didn’t have any questions for them, Balthazar did have a few for the guards. Patting Ebony on the neck with a gloved hand, the rather strangely dressed man waited for his turn to speak to the guards.
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The City of Zephyr
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 400-450+ Years old
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:10:15 GMT -8
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Post by The City of Zephyr on Apr 16, 2017 18:43:14 GMT -8
Swan
The reptilian oddity took in the tavern flyer before moving back to her face and then past her to the docked Crayton. “Your vessel is scheduled for a fortnight, if you wish to leave with it, there are passenger vessels in and out on the north dock.. Stay out of trouble and the city will welcome you.” A curt nod and he waved her through before taking the next in line.
The gate was held open movement only impeded by the brief welcoming interview, it served as a warning for all newcomers, a simple verbal reminder that while the cities relaxed atmosphere could take you in. there were laws in place that were expected to be followed. Past the gate, on the outskirts of the city proper dark stone served as a residential area. Two and three story structures, some multi family, others serving one household. Toward the market district there off to the east there was a commotion.
Men and women, some armored, other’s civilian dressed stood in a wide circle, two men were pitted in the middle of the group, the dull impact of fists meeting skin swallowed up by the jovial shouts of encouragement. On the outskirts of the circle another man stood, dressed as a commoner, but flanked by a guard captain, watching over two sets of mail and two sheathed long swords. The dark haired man wore a bemused smile on his face, but did not react as passionately to the display.
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The City of Zephyr
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 400-450+ Years old
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:10:15 GMT -8
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Post by The City of Zephyr on Apr 16, 2017 18:55:44 GMT -8
Balthazar
As the young lady stepped past more were called forward until the younger man, brunette hair pulled back into ponytail, a mask of duty diluted by eyes marked with boredom met the man, and then straightened as he took in the horse. Inexperience, nerves, the fact that the man's face was covered, the young guard placed his hand on the hilt of his longsword and drew himself to full height. “Welcome to Zephyr, what brings ye to our city, and by which boat?” Green eyes moved from the top of the man’s form to his boots and then back, before he attempted to meet the man’s eyes through his covering.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Apr 16, 2017 19:08:33 GMT -8
She took back the flyer and folded it up, slipping it back into her pocket. Her smile was brief and fleeting, a pretty bird that was there and gone, and then she moved through the gates and into the city proper.
In truth, she wasn't here for the flyer, although she was there because of it. Zephyr. It was not a city she'd known of and feeling restless and afraid of the emptiness she felt in her soul, she'd run -- well, flew -- from it until she came to this land. On the way over, she'd heard of Rondon and their infamous rivalry, but she'd take one city at a time.
First, Zephyr.
She walked through the place, casual to the eye and nothing about her to really strike out, other than perhaps a local's practiced eye at discerning new comers. When she came upon the group of people, she paused in her step. Her silver falcon's eyes swept over the crowd to take in their details -- were they angry? were they enthused? She could tell that violence was happening in the middle, but after a moment of watching she could tell that it was a consensual violence and not a mob.
Intrigued that this was happening in the streets, she stepped closer yet kept to the outskirts. She noticed the quiet onlooker at the edge, amused, guards with him, and judged him immediately to be Of Some Importance. Briefly, her thief's heart wondered about his purse, and those of the guards with him. Indeed, instead of studying the fight that had gotten her curiosity, she shifted her attention over to this person, and watched.
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Balthazar the Alchemist
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 34
Physical Description: Approximately 6’7 in height with a somewhat gangly build. His body is covered completely by surprisingly flexible armor plates that overlay a skin fitting cloth outfit. Over the armor, he wears a voluminous black cloak that features a rather sizable collar that is usually turned up. His mask has a beaklike metal extension on the front of it with two metal hoses attached to directly below the beak-like extension. These hoses connect to the armor on his back, making them mostly obscured by the cloak he wears. On top of the mask, he wears a plain black top hat that’s in surprisingly good shape. His eyes are obscured by a dark tinted glass.
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Clothes and Equipment: A flexible suit of armor made from enchanted alloy. Despite being in relatively thin sheets, it’s highly durable and resistant to a wide manner of attacks. The cloth it's attached to and the cloak that covers it also appears to have been enchanted in some ways. Wears gloves of a similar material that have what appears to be runes of some kind written on them. A rather strange looking crossbow that’s unusually large is strapped to his back along with a glaive. There appear to be many objects carried in the coat's pockets, although they are obscured from view. In addition to this, Balthazar carries a worn looking travelers bag.
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Registered: Apr 16, 2017 11:57:08 GMT -8
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Post by Balthazar the Alchemist on Apr 16, 2017 19:21:25 GMT -8
Ebony halted before the young guardsman, letting out a snort as Balthazar pulled up on the reins to halt the horse. Directing his gaze down upon the guardsman, it wasn’t exactly hard to tell that the man was rather disturbed by Balthazar’s appearance. This wasn’t something new to him, however, he experienced reactions like this frequently. Even as the young guard drew his longsword, Balthazar’s demeanor didn’t change in the slightest.
“I have come to Zephyr in search of artifacts, something I hope a city of trade such as this one will possess. The vessel I arrived on was called the Grilse, not a particularly fast trip that was…”
Balthazar’s voice was surprisingly soft sounding compared to what one might expect from his appearance, although the mask did cause it to be slightly muffled.
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King Rylan Arco
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 20
Physical Description: Lithe toned frame, long legs, wirey.
Clothes and Equipment: Formal: Polished leather doublet, green silk breeches with red doeskin shoes. His father's jewel encrusted hand a half sword worn at his hips
Informal: a simple colored t shirt and pants tied with a simple rope belt, an unstrung bow, hand axe and quiver.
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 16:15:30 GMT -8
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Post by King Rylan Arco on Apr 16, 2017 19:23:30 GMT -8
Rylan watched the two men shuffle about, fists raised as they closed on each other and the the impact blows sounded again, both new to guard, some dispute or another had been raised and it was being settled. The second man, taller, leaner, but younger stumbled, a third time and Rylan reached out. "That's enough Captain." He clapped the man on the shoulder and then moved in behind him as he placed himself between the two and sent them to corners. Rylan waited until the commotion died before he spoke. "Well fought, both of you. Karlan, Deacon, your captain tells me you're eager, bright and committed. I thank you for taking the vigil of Zephyr, pledging yourself to it's defense. As the good Captain will tell you, my guard is a family, brothers and sisters all from the whelp to the veteran, sometimes families disagree, and those disagreements need to be addressed. It has been done, you both know who the victor is, you both fought well, I declare the matter settled. Pay your respects to one another, redress and resume your post." His arms crossing over his chest, he waited until the two men's hands met, shook and then walked both toward the armor they'd removed.
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The City of Zephyr
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 400-450+ Years old
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:10:15 GMT -8
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Post by The City of Zephyr on Apr 16, 2017 19:30:42 GMT -8
The Sparrow The guard moved about after the King’s address, dispersing the crowd with his gruff, commanding voice. “Alright, alright, show is over, back to your business.” As the men and women meandered away, some purses clinked as the contents changed hands. Others moved toward the King, shaking his hand as they passed and each receiving a greeting. Holst, the steel clad man referred to as captain made his way toward the young woman whose attention seemed to be focused on their ruler. “Excuse the display, Miss, not exactly the welcoming Zephyr strives for with our visitors. I’ll ask that you do move along, the traffic from the docks can be high when the tide comes in.” Karlan and Deacon trotted slowly through the parting crowd, heading toward thier discarded things before gathering them in their arms. Each turned, clasping hands with Rylan before making their way toward their barracks to redress.
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The City of Zephyr
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 400-450+ Years old
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:10:15 GMT -8
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Post by The City of Zephyr on Apr 16, 2017 19:36:07 GMT -8
Balthazar the AlchemistThe young man listened carefully to the man’s words, his eyes searching over the man’s mount and body for any sign of dishonesty, or attack. Suspicion laced his gaze, but he continued on regardless. “Slow rides at sea ain’t fun for naught, your vessel hasn’t submitted it’s schedule, but they’ll post on the board once they do, if ye want to secure other passage, the north shore is best for passenger boat. Follow the laws…” There was a pregnant pause after the words before he continued. “Follow the laws and the city will welcome ye.” He waved the man forward, though clearly reluctant to do so before slowly moving his eyes back to the queue.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Apr 16, 2017 19:44:28 GMT -8
She was quiet and still, as any a bird can be, watching with a keen eye as the men fought. She listened as the young man stepped forward -- the King. Of Zephyr? He was so young. He found this practice... fair? Useful? Pugilism, as lesson learned.
Then again... hadn't pugilism done wonders for the Swan's own training? When the crowd began to disperse, she shifted on her feet so as not to be a stone that they had to break upon. She was hesitant to leave, however. She wanted to watch what the men did after the crowd broke, wanted to watch as they clasped hands with the King and--
A guard was coming toward her and she swallowed down her flight response to stay, her gaze looking up at him. She nodded, and with one last look to the men whose faces were bloody and torn (but their pride, perhaps, restored?) she did indeed move along. There were heavy purses that she wanted to collect, but that wasn't what she did.
The young woman moved away, and when she slipped into an alleyway, she made her usual glances to make sure no one was looking and--
-- a bird, a small one, common to the area that ate upon left over bread and bugs in the eaves of rooftops twittered up from the alleyway, flying for a moment before it landed on a rooftop near the King and his guards, above them, looking down.
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Balthazar the Alchemist
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 34
Physical Description: Approximately 6’7 in height with a somewhat gangly build. His body is covered completely by surprisingly flexible armor plates that overlay a skin fitting cloth outfit. Over the armor, he wears a voluminous black cloak that features a rather sizable collar that is usually turned up. His mask has a beaklike metal extension on the front of it with two metal hoses attached to directly below the beak-like extension. These hoses connect to the armor on his back, making them mostly obscured by the cloak he wears. On top of the mask, he wears a plain black top hat that’s in surprisingly good shape. His eyes are obscured by a dark tinted glass.
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Clothes and Equipment: A flexible suit of armor made from enchanted alloy. Despite being in relatively thin sheets, it’s highly durable and resistant to a wide manner of attacks. The cloth it's attached to and the cloak that covers it also appears to have been enchanted in some ways. Wears gloves of a similar material that have what appears to be runes of some kind written on them. A rather strange looking crossbow that’s unusually large is strapped to his back along with a glaive. There appear to be many objects carried in the coat's pockets, although they are obscured from view. In addition to this, Balthazar carries a worn looking travelers bag.
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Registered: Apr 16, 2017 11:57:08 GMT -8
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Post by Balthazar the Alchemist on Apr 16, 2017 20:04:57 GMT -8
Balthazar nodded his head in acknowledgment to the young guard's words before addressing him once more, armor rustling as he shifted in his saddle. Ebony let out another huff, apparently displeased to be forced to stand still.
“Thank you for the advice, master guardsman, I’ll be sure to follow it. I do have one other question for you, however. As I’m new to this city, I’m unsure of where to find anything. Do you perhaps know where I should go in search of shops that sell artifacts or other old treasures?”
Regardless of if the guard could answer his question or not, Balthazar would continue through the gates and into Zephyr. Moving to a less crowded area that was still close to the gate he had just passed through, Balthazar carefully observed what he could. Although to onlookers he appeared to be just looking about, Balthazar was also searching for signs of magic, something he was capable of sensing.
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King Rylan Arco
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 20
Physical Description: Lithe toned frame, long legs, wirey.
Clothes and Equipment: Formal: Polished leather doublet, green silk breeches with red doeskin shoes. His father's jewel encrusted hand a half sword worn at his hips
Informal: a simple colored t shirt and pants tied with a simple rope belt, an unstrung bow, hand axe and quiver.
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 16:15:30 GMT -8
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Post by King Rylan Arco on Apr 16, 2017 20:58:36 GMT -8
The SparrowRylan looked over the two men as they departed, bloody and swollen from the brief bout, his arms crossed over his chest when he felt Holst’s presence beside him. “Those two will do well, they fight like that against one another, imagine how they’ll face an enemy.” A grunt responded to his words and Rylan arched a brow, his arms dropping as he turned to face his captain. “Think I should have called it off earlier?”
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The City of Zephyr
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 400-450+ Years old
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:10:15 GMT -8
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Post by The City of Zephyr on Apr 16, 2017 20:59:52 GMT -8
The SparrowHolst brought a thick hand to run over his braided beard as he watched the two men wander off. “It was a bit brutal, specially for Deacon, Karlan’s da serves with us, the boy was brought up training, Deacon is still a bit rough.” Another run of his fingers and then he shrugged. “Still, they're young, don’t want animosity growing if they end up on the line. Serves em well to squash it early without foul words and hurt feelings.” Turning away from the the two men’s backs, Holst brought his thumbs to wedge into his belt. “I’m glad you’re out though, Majesty, wanted to update you on the Rondi situation.”
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The City of Zephyr
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 400-450+ Years old
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:10:15 GMT -8
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Post by The City of Zephyr on Apr 16, 2017 21:08:08 GMT -8
Balthazar the Alchemist The young man stopped the next group from preceding forward before turning his attention back to the massive man and the seemingly impatient horse. He considered him for another moment, then his shoulders relaxed slightly, turning his back he pointed east through the gate. “Just keep movin’ tween the rows, ye’ll wind up in the free market. Trader’s come and go day in and day out from all over, they’re are only a few set shops. Some of em deal with trinkets and the like, if ye don’t find what yer lookin’ fer today, it don’t hurt to check back the next day, stock changes pretty regular.” The city of Zephyr was differentiated by its populus more than it’s appearance, with most structures taking on the same relative shape, if it weren’t for the intentionally connected paths and alleys, it’d be very simple to get lost or confused. As for magic, there were subtle traces, protection spells that had been refreshed over the years but were originally placed when Zephyr was the capital city of Rolan, some homes were covered in more overt magics, with were lights floating outside their windows, constant blooming decorations or even alarm spells warding against intruders, a common one the closer one got to the market district.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Apr 16, 2017 21:17:26 GMT -8
The little bird pecked at a few of the shingles on the rooftop, searching for bugs no doubt. It hopped a bit to search some place else, not so very far from where the prince spoke with his captain.
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