Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219 
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on Apr 7, 2017 20:31:52 GMT -8
 Set up with stadium seating on each side, and preferential seating at its center for high-ranked nobles and Isran officiants -- as well as for the King and Queen of Prospernalia -- is the jousting arena. With a low, wooden balustrade down the middle to keep the participants from running into each other and enough seating for all to watch (and more to crowd around with standing room if they'd like), high flags bearing the Isran symbol wave from the back to look down upon one of the oldest traditions of medieval times. Those brave souls who think they have what it takes to joust must sign up with the master of ceremonies, Ganymede Galaii , and she will determine who will face who as a bracket series will be lined up through out the day. There's a lot on the line, as the first place winner will receive 100 gold coins and a surprise masterwork craft from the Forgemaster himself, Forgemaster Epirus . Second place winner will win 50 gold coins, and Third place will win 25 gold coins.    _____________________________________________________________ Applying a Character to the Contest
1.) Ganymede Galaii will “open” the contest with an opening post in this thread. Follow Ganymede so you won’t miss it! 2.) You will have 24 Hours to make an IC-post of your character arriving at the jousting stadium and submitting themselves to the contest with a regular horse, regular armor and a regular lance! (No NPC accounts, only characters that would logically be in Isra allowed)3.) After 24 hours, Ganymede will close applications by making a post where Ganymede will announce the contest participants, in-character, as well as the brackets on who will be facing who. She will tag all accepted characters, and delete posts of disqualified characters!Then, the jousting will begin!
1 vs 1 bracket style. 3 rounds = 1 joust. Best 2 out of 3 rounds win the Joust. Highest roll on the die wins the round. The die determines who wins, but the players decide how or why their characters lost (i.e. your character does not have to have a humiliating loss because you rolled a 1, the 1 only indicates that you rolled a smaller number than your opponent).
4.) ROUND ONE! If accepted, you will have 24 hours to make an in-character post of riding down your lane, lance lowered at your opponent. It does not matter who posts first. Tag your opponent, and end your post by rolling 1d20 ( do not go back and edit your post). 5.) After 24 hours, Ganymede will end the First Round, list the winners from each round, and s ignal the beginning of the next round. Characters who did not post within 24 hours will get an automatic 0 to their score for that round, but may post into other rounds. Ganymede will post an OOC Scoreboard so players can keep track. 6.) ROUND TWO! Same as Round One. 7.) After 24 hours, Ganymede w ill end the round, etc. Ganymede will also note if certain players have already won Best 2 of 3, and those players will need not post to round three. 8.) ROUND THREE! Same as Round One and Two. 9.) After 24 hours, Ganymede will end the Final Round, and will announce the winners of the First Joust. Losers will be thanked and waved out, and winners will be re-organized into new brackets, and the jousting process will begin again until we have our winners. IRL Time Line: Gany opens contest > 24 hours for characters to apply > Gany begins the First Joust with Round 1 > 24 hours for characters to post to Round 1 > Gany posts results, begins Round 2 > 24 hours for characters to post to Round 2 > Gany posts results, begins Round 3 > 24 hours for characters to post to Round 3 > Gany closes First Joust, and moves on to Second Joust with Round 1... IRL TIME TOTAL: 96~+ hours (4 or more IRL days)_____________________________________________________________
All players participating are reminded that this contest will take as many IC-days as there are jousts (i.e. only 1 joust, means it will take 1 IC-day. 2 jousts, 2 days, so on), and to keep their posts in-character. The portion above is just to explain how things will work. Everything beneath this post should be IC!
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on Apr 28, 2017 6:50:06 GMT -8
The crowds were gathered at the Jousting arena, where flags waved to represent the Prospernalia, to represent the Great State of Isra, the Emirate of Sakand, and the Duchy of Meridian. People were merry and bright, sitting within the stands, crowded upon there with their turkey legs and their candy apples, with their flower crowns and their wooden swords and even a few jumbo-sized stuffed dragons that they won at the games. They were all looking to the VIP Section, where Empress Naoki and her officials, such as Ryden Greyiron and Grandma and others might sit, along with the King and Queen of Prospernalia...... and of course, the celebrity herself, Ganymede Galaii!
 On this day, she wore a jumpsuit that was wrought with glittering gold, its gossamere sleeves trailing as if she wore two bridal maidens on her arm. Her hair was a vibrant turquoise, swaying all around her, her temple and her wrists decorated with ancient gold jewelry. She smiled at those were there, and gestured down to a table where a livered clerk waited, an obnoxiously large quill and a large roll of paper waiting. " For any of those so bold, come forth to conquer at the Joust!" Ganymede beckoned to the crowds, looking for worthy heroes! ____________________________ The Joust is open! Characters who would like to join -- warriors, mercenaries, or even those who just want to test their mettle! -- should post in coming through the crowd and coming to the table where their name will be written. Applications for joining the Joust will close at 4pm PST, Saturday, April 29th, 2017. Please keep your posts in-character! |
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235 
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on Apr 28, 2017 10:19:37 GMT -8
A joust! An open joust! Raoul knew this was a rare opportunity. These things were usually only open to knights of the real and nobility and other such people. Having his own horse and armor already and knowing he actually could hold his own in the saddle against the rank and quality if he had to, there was no way he would let this pass. Besides, there prizes to be won and women to impress, and even if he lost, he was sure that he could at least do well enough to peddle it into a free drink or two.
He quickly made his way up to the table, leaning against it to speak with the attendant. "Sign me up for the jousting. Raoul Ferdinand. Yes, just like it sounds."
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Toliver Wulfric
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 26
Physical Description: A towering man at six foot six, laden with heavy muscle and features that seem to be chiseled from granite.
Clothes and Equipment: Sturdy leather armor with some heavy plates and a great sword. Standard traveling gear in his backpack.
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 8:52:06 GMT -8
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Post by Toliver Wulfric on Apr 28, 2017 12:03:24 GMT -8
The towering Toliver comes up behind Raoul and waits for the man to finish his registration before coming up to the counter. He had his own horse, his own armor even if it was mostly leather only the breastplate being plate, and of course, his own lance purchased on the way in. He'd used a lance before when he'd been part of the mounted force of a mercenary company so he could use the weapon though he was a damn sight better with his greatsword. Slapping Raoul on the shoulder in a companionable gesture as he makes his way up he says in his boisterous voice. "Good luck!" Then turns his attention to the official. "Toliver Wulfric here for the joust!" He says his baritone booming out and drawing attention to the massive warrior.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Apr 28, 2017 12:45:42 GMT -8
Gothmog rode up on the massive draft horse he had "liberated" from a defunct brewer in Goraia, wielding a lance that looked suspiciously like part of a ship's mast and in his full Captain's gear.
He had been slowly learning to ride it, but his uneasiness was still plain to see. The horse's name was Poseidon, and he had a good life, even acquiring a taste for rum. No better way to learn to ride than by entering a jousting contest with a ramshackle mast/lance and a horse he could barely ride?
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 12:43:09 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2017 12:50:28 GMT -8
She waited in line with the others, eying up her competition. She didn't smile, like so many others smiled around her, but she did seem more relaxed than the elf usually was. She glanced at the promenade where the truly important people would be sitting, and then at the clerk who was writing down names.
Then, it was her turn. "Eilagwen Naenithiel," she told him. The clerk hesitated, the large feather on his quill trembling for a moment. The pale-haired elf sighed. "Eila, then." The clerk wrote down her name, and explained the rules to her. She understood them.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Apr 28, 2017 12:51:19 GMT -8
As applications for the Jousting Contest are opening up, Lady Naoki arrives from The Commons with Kate Green. Uniformed guards walk a few paces ahead of and behind them, clearing a path through the crowd through which the pair can walk unimpeded. It is not Naoki's intention to joust, only to observe. On this occasion, Naoki has chosen to wear a green and gold dress, to match the springtime theme. The top of the dress leaves her shoulders bare and is only barely able to cover her chest, while the lower portion appears to be some manner of exceptionally light and partially transparent fabric which seems to wave even in the absence of a breeze. She has drawn her hair back into a loose braid and has completed the outfit with three golden bangles about her right wrist. As they approach the stadium itself, Naoki turns partially to the side in an attempt to gauge Kate's initial impressions. She had expressed a particular interest in attending the Jousting Contest, so it is Naoki's hope that the event will live up to her expectations. They will need to head up to the VIP seating promptly to watch the first joust, but it doesn't seem as if Naoki is in much of a rush. The contest itself is sure to be entertaining, but it takes a backseat in her mind to the concept of enjoying the festivities with her lover. Opportunities such as these are few and far between, and Naoki intends to make the most of it. |
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 12:43:09 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2017 13:00:15 GMT -8
Why were they here? So many people... and just for a stupid contest of strength on horseback. The younger brother stayed at the flank of the elder, clutching his tome to his chest and looking about nervously. This was stupid - why hadn't he just gone into the city and stayed at a library or something.
"... you're gonna get pounded and knocked off your horse, you know. For what?" he hisses.
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Kaine Aislinn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on Apr 28, 2017 17:30:49 GMT -8
Kaine came by later in the day to register for the joust. He came up to the counter and signed himself up for the joust tournament. "I'll be participating in the competition, name's Kaine."
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on Apr 29, 2017 0:52:05 GMT -8
To the surprise of many, Chancellor Ryden Greyiron arrived bright and early on the second day of Prospernalia, clad in a set of light armour, and walking alongside his long-serving and faithful horse, Concorde, who had a lance strapped to the side of his saddle - it was obvious that it was his intention to joust. Unlike the previous day, where he had chosen to walk among the common populace, he was accompanied by a small handful of Citadel Guards, uniformed in a similar fashion to him, leaving a clear space for him to move through as he proceeded towards the clerk at the signup desk.
He walked up past the clerk during a moment when there was nobody queuing to enter, so just waved his hand at the young man, who took his name and registered it. With the task of registration out of the way, he continued around the course, looking up momentarily at the designated seating where he would normally reside, and where he should probably be at that moment, too - but he hadn't had a chance to participate in a joust in years, and he was actually rather savouring the opportunity.
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Apr 29, 2017 13:29:41 GMT -8
Kate is seated on the right side of High Lady, as is fit for her position. She was deeply involved in evaluating the participants not one of them was immediately recognizable. She wasn’t actually a connoisseur of knightly arts, but everyone seemed to be evenly matched. Her personal favorite so far was the loud man announcing himself so confidently, Kate guffawed. “I can hear you from up here, you know…” She said, only so loud Naoki would hear. If this Toliver Wulfric would look up, Kate would wink at him playfully. Personally, she would have preferred to be in the midst of the roaring crowds, to share their excitement as steel met chain, but Naoki would likely have none of that. She caught her looking, and smiled. She was wearing a green dress shade darker, but just as breezy as her lover’s. A flower patterned headband held back her hair, as it strung in coils around her head and shoulders. Anyone who knew a thing or two about her would know she had made an effort. “I’ve been too long without loud and rowdy things like this, that I’d almost forgotten how much I like them… Everybody’s full of life, like spring wasn’t an intermediate season but something within each one of us. Feels like that never changes, anywhere you go.” Her eyes passed over the combatants once more, Then, she recognized one gray-haired individual. “Isn’t he one of your officials?” Kate nodded at Ryden. “Are you sure he’ll be alright?” |
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on Apr 29, 2017 15:27:00 GMT -8
Ganymede was enjoying herself. Gold sparkled off of her curves, and she enjoyed a few flirtatious back-and-forths with the high society of Isra. She glanced over her shoulder when High Lady Naoki arrived, her lover nearby. And then she turned and saw that Ryden Greyiron planned on riding in. The Minister of Arts, the Duchess of Diversion, laughed and clapped her hands, obviously delighted to see him there. " Ah! Wonderful, Chancellor." She said, personally complimenting him. At last, however, the clerk below handed Ganymede the paper of the names listed of those who would be entering. " The Joust will come together now!" She called, and she walked a little forward, the long, gossamer sleeves of her golden body suit fluttering around her as she did. She took a look at those that entered, and she smiled at each of them, a feeling of joy and pleasure bursting from her and swirling around. " Gentlemen," she said, looking down at them, and then noticing the single female that decided to join as well. " Lady....
LET THE JOUST BEGIN!" She tossed the paper in the air, and in lights that everyone could easily read, the brackets were created. JOUST 1Raoul Ferdinand vs Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail Toliver Wulfric vs Ryden Greyiron Kaine Aislinn vs @eilagwen "Take your positions, and find your steeds. Put on a show to please us all, and win 100 gold coins, and armor made by Epirus himself," Ganymede said. She caught Gothmog's eye, and blew a kiss in his direction, then she moved to take a seat -- -- right next to Kate Green. Ganymede smiled at her. " Hello," she said to Kate. " You're beautiful. May I kiss you?" ________________________________________________ Those jousting should re-acquaint themselves with the rules!
Because of the uneven numbers, a wildcard will be chosen via 3-sided die.
Characters who want to post in observing the joust are alright to do so, and encouraged!
Jousters can go at any time. We'll cough it up as the magic of the arena that the three jousting lanes don't bump into the others. 3 rounds, best 2 out of 3 advances. The wild card will be picked from the 3 losers of this first joust. |
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Apr 29, 2017 16:33:56 GMT -8
Genevieve walked with the rest of the crowds as they moved toward the stadium. Of no special important to Isra in general, she sat with the rest of the crowds in the stadium, rather than on the special dais where Madame Naoki, Kate Green, and Ganymede. She was surprised with how much she enjoyed herself the day before at the festival, and upon hearing that Ryden Greyiron was going to be at the joust, she made her way over. Dressed in a gown of seafoam green, she took far too long to choose the dress, which made her feel foolish. But... she was enjoying herself. It was a surprise. She had planned to avoid the Prospernalia, sure that it was for young women, young ladies. Yet, here she was. Vaguely, she though about Bella and Cassandra, about inviting them both to join her here one of these days. Perhaps she should have done it today? She gave a slight shake of her head and made herself focus. Her golden hair swept up and in bun (for she rarely, if ever, let it come down), the sunshine caressing over the bare skin of her back and shoulders and focused on the joust. The joust! Sitting toward the front, she leaned forward to get a good view of the combatants. |
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Kelmaer Iridien
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Primordial.
Physical Description: Physical Appearance:
Kelmaer Iridien is a tall, bipedal male closely resembling a human but with several noticeable differences. The first is the colour of his skin; a dim blue, resembling a sky where night has not yet fully fallen yet dashed with a hint of purple. When exposed to sufficient lighting, Kelmaer's skin brightens with a white tinge that leaves him a light slate blue.
His second contrast are the three pairs of dark, dangerously sharp horns that exit his skull at various places; the first pair are the smallest, located just above his knife-tipped ears and follow them straight backwards so that their sharpened points are aimed to his rear. The second pair are the largest and located further up his scalp, their roots located where the front of the skull joins the side and like the first pair of horns they grow backwards over his head, yet this time with a curve. The third pair are medium-sized, located further inwards than the second pair with their base at the top of his forehead. These curve outwards and slightly to the side as they grow up towards the sky.
Other than these two main dissimilarities, Kelmaer looks related to both human and elf-kind, with a similar anatomical structure that suggests all three groups share a common ancestor. Kelmaer himself is a somewhat slender man, with very little body fat and a clear muscle definition that has been toned by some form of training or natural muscle mass. He is also tall, with angular facial features that are all-but flawless except a small scar above his right eyebrow. His eyes are a little on the small side with a golden iris colour and though slightly interrupted by his horns, his long and dark blue hair is able to grow down past his shoulders.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing and Equipment:
Though Kelmaer has very little issue in showing off his form, he often wears clothing to cover himself until considered modest. His most common items of clothing include a long, dark cloak that opens like a coat and is padded with leather on the inside and rimmed at the neck by fur. Though he tends not to wear anything under the coat on his torso, he does wear trousers that are similarly padded with leather for a little extra protection. Despite this apparent preference to avoid true metal armour, his forearms, hands, calves and feet are covered by vambraces, gauntlets , greaves and sabatons respectively; all of which have a spiked motif to match the horns on his head.
At his hips, a leather belt with attached straps connects to a pair of long blades with slightly curved edges and a satchel filled with strange flasks.
Registered: Jun 11, 2016 19:44:32 GMT -8
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Post by Kelmaer Iridien on Apr 29, 2017 16:34:59 GMT -8
Though not exactly late, Kelmaer cut it rather close as he entered the stadium and took a seat somewhere around a third along from the end, his position high enough to see all but low enough that he might even feel the shattering of lances and shields as the jousters crossed! He smiled, arms folded over his abdomen as he sat straight in his chair and tried to ignore the majority of the mindless cheering around him, though he had to admit he enjoyed the popularity and cheer the sport seemed to exude.
It had been a long time since he had seen a jousting match with skilled competitors and even longer since he had participated himself, though he had no plans to do so again; now or in the future. "I demand you make it a damn good show!" He called out, though his voice was likely drowned out by the people around him.
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Toliver Wulfric
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 26
Physical Description: A towering man at six foot six, laden with heavy muscle and features that seem to be chiseled from granite.
Clothes and Equipment: Sturdy leather armor with some heavy plates and a great sword. Standard traveling gear in his backpack.
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 8:52:06 GMT -8
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Post by Toliver Wulfric on Apr 29, 2017 16:44:10 GMT -8
"Oh, you don't know that!" Toliver says with a chuckle slapping his pessimistic younger brother on the shoulder as he makes his way to his lane. Admittedly Limi had a point compared to the others he was lightly armored and his lance was not nearly as fine, he was also a few years out of practice. Still, he was sure he could make a decent showing against his opponent one, Ryden Greyiron the man certainly had a fancy title and likely fancy gear to match but that didn't guarantee skill now did it? Donning his helm he clambers onto his horse and someone hands him his shield and lance. Turning his horse he looks down the aisle waiting for his opponent to get ready and when the other man is the mountain of a man that was Toliver Wulfric lowers his lance and spurs his horse to a gallop. The wandering mercenary thunders down the lane towards his opponent doing his best to keep his lance on target and his shield raised to defend against the chancellors counter blow. WqC|pKf61-201-20
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on Apr 29, 2017 17:23:24 GMT -8
Raoul sat astride his horse, looking down the lane at the man they had paired him against. Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail was a beast of a man, towering over the people around him even before he got in the saddle. Man? Probably at least half-giant, Raoul thought to himself. Is that a fucking mast in his hands? From a boat? What the shit? The jousts were traditionally a spot for knights and nobles in most lands. Apparently, Isra did it rather differently. Too late to back out now, though. He shook his head and took the lance in his hand. He shifted slightly in the saddle, then spurred his horse forward. He leaned forward, couching his lance, trying to aim the point and watch that of his opponent at the same time. McBXBbFU1-201-20 |
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on Apr 29, 2017 20:47:34 GMT -8
Ryden sat astride his horse, Concorde, looking around at the crowd gathered for the great joust. In the audience, he saw many familiar faces - the hither, the baker, the candlestick maker, as well as @naoki , Ganymede Galaii and, of course, Lady Genevieve St. James , who he waved specifically towards, giving her a broad smile, amongst others. With his greetings done, and the crowd stoked up he flipped down the visor on his helmet, picked up his lance and his buckler, and prepared to joust. Despite being a few years out of practise, he had a wealth of experience behind him and was feeling quietly confident. Still, it would not do well to go in feeling cocky, so as he started to charge, he ensured he was following through in the way he was trained to. oY5mJsgh1-20 1-20 |
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Kaine Aislinn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on Apr 29, 2017 22:04:58 GMT -8
Kaine donned his armor, a simple iron breastplate and padded gambeson. He sat in the stable for a while petting his horse and fiddling with his equipment until the duchess announced the beginning of the tournament. "This is us old pal, don't let me down," Kaine mounted his horse and rode out his lane at a slow trot. To his surprise his opponent was an elven lady, he had expected a knight of some sort. This should have filled him with confidence but the stern look coming from across the field directed at him told him otherwise, she was not to be taken lightly. Kaine pulled down the visor on his helm and lowered his Lance as the countdown for them to charge began. The flags waved down and he was off. The crowd cheered and if one looked closely enough it seemed as if underneath the riders helmet a smile came upon his lips as they clashed in the center of the field.vHXghDbb1-201-20
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 12:43:09 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 22:07:09 GMT -8
She didn't speak with much anyone, and wasn't spoken to, either. That she was the only woman in the joust didn't seem to matter to her, or seem out-of-place, either. She nodded to her opponent, Kaine Aislinn , when they were standing before the stage, then turned on her booted heel and walked for her side of the jousting arena. It seemed that she and Kaine would be going the last set, and she was fine to wait -- to wait and to watch as the Chancellor of Isra clashed against his opponent, hooves beating the sand beneath them and wooden lances bursting under the pressure of their thundering contact. Something about the sport put a spike in the blood, that much Eilagwen could not deny. It was not a sport that the Elves did, and something she had picked up in her time with the humans outside of the Naenithiel Forest where her home lied. Soon, however, it would be her turn, so she turned and prepared, trading out Varian for a more standardized horse. Riding into the joust on her Silver Elk would no doubt cause an unfair advantage. Armor implace, visor up, she mounted her horse with the help of the stable hands and urged the roan-hide beast toward her side of the balustrade. Her lance was given to her, and she shut her visor, waiting for the referee to lift the flag, looking down the fairway at where Kaine was waiting. There was a drumbeat in her heart, a pulse in her blood, and when that flag lifted, she sent her steed flying, waiting for the exact moment to lower her lance and aim for Kaine's broad shoulder. seuYPlpd1-201-20 |
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Apr 29, 2017 22:55:12 GMT -8
She sat on the edge of her seat, trying not to bump into the crush of people in the stadium. She could smell sweat, and she could smell ale -- but she could also smell the flowers, and the spices of flavored food, and the total joy and excitement of the crowd seemed to sink in her bones as well. She stood out, of course. Genevieve St. James did not LOOK as if she belonged with the "rabble," and the ethereal quality of her sea-foam green gown that left her arms bare was obviously several, several cuts above what the other peasantry and citizens of Isra wore, but the genteel blonde was none-the-less happy to be where she was. When the Ryden Greyiron noticed her, the enchantress laughed where she was and smiled for him, lifting a hand and waving him on. She was surprised he was in the joust, but she was excited to see how well he did, considering the time they had recently been spending together. He struck a stunning figure in his armor upon his horse, and when he went for the tilt against a name she didn't recognize, she rose to stand like the rest of them did and winced when both riders clashed against each other. Her hand lifted of its own accord and rested between her breasts, concern firing away in her mind and in her gaze as she looked at Ryden to see if he had handled the blow alright. Her blue eyes were following him on his horse when she suddenly caught the sight of someone else, someone she'd met, but had never gotten the name of-- Raoul Ferdinand . She hadn't forgotten, but she was somehow still surprised to find him there. Now, this made things interesting. She knew at least two of the jousters, and Genevieve made her polite excuses to those standing beside her so she could move away from her seat and down the stands, her gown fluttering about her figure as she chose to stand at the small fence on the stadium seating, her elbows on its railing. |
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