The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Apr 11, 2017 20:55:23 GMT -8
Plentiful and prosperous trade flows throughout The Free States of Isra, just as blood circulates within one’s body, and the two serve equally vital roles. For without its trade, The Free States would still be The Free City, and the world would be worse off for it. However, due to the wildly successful efforts of Empress Naoki , and her careful management of Isra’s economy, we have the pleasure of living in the world we do today. Through her liaisons with other heads of state, she has forged numerous trade pacts and opened many paths for commerce and all that is associated with it, to flow through. This is one such path. Though The Free Plains and The Duchy of Meridian are not particularly far away from each other, standing between them is a steep, nigh impassable range of mountains, and at the foot of those mountains lies a forest that few dare to enter. This border is not quite impenetrable, but it is certainly inconvenient. As such, the majority of travel between Isra and Meridian is conducted by sea. The route is very simple. From Port Silverion, sail south, with the coastline off one’s portside. Continue until New Brimiarde; either stop at New Brimiarde or continue south to Stonevale. To return, sail north, with the coastline on one’s starboard side. As the distance is relatively short, and both merchants and Isranian warships alike sail the route all but continually, there is little danger in sailing these waters. But even so, the sea herself is often danger enough. Though the coast is your guide, guiding you, so too can it be your undoing, as the coast of Meridian is fraught with rocks and sudden storms have been known to best the unwary sailor. One sailing through these waters may eventually find themselves in one of the following locations. The destinations of this route are Port Silverion, New Brimiarde, and Stonevale. If one were to land or crash on the coast, they would find themselves either on the shores of The Free Plains or the coastline of Meridian, depending on how far north or south they might be at the time. |
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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.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
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 Jan 21, 2020 14:11:03 GMT -8
[Enter from The Free Docks]The Indulgence’s prow is as a golden blade cutting through the water -- swiftly and effortlessly, leaving a great wake in its trail. Port Silverion shinks ever-smaller behind them as The Indulgence sails out into open waters. Once they’re far enough out, the helmsman swings hard to port, sailing south, parallel to the coastline. At the ship’s bow, just behind the golden figurehead cast in her image, Naoki herself leans against the railing. The maroon sweaterdress she chose for Finances Day contrasts sharply with both the pale blue of the afternoon sky and The Indulgence’s polished wood. What hair isn’t tied back flaps wildly in the breeze, but it doesn’t seem as though she minds that or the occasional misting she receives from waves breaking on the hull. With her is Keph, among the luckiest young men in Isra and her guest on this cruise. “So, Keph,” she begins, turning to him. “What say you? It took us quite long enough, but here we are.”
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227 
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Feb 9, 2020 18:09:33 GMT -8
Even when Naoki interposed herself between Keph and the Depravity, his eyes remained in place, yet they lacked focus, it was clear he wasn't staring at the woman-shaped blur in front of him, but instead staring at the imposing, imaginary view of the gargantuan ship behind her. His mind piecing the hidden sight from the still-visible flanks that Naoki (luckily) found herself too slim to block out and memories from mere seconds ago.
The hug however did wonders. The young man was caught off guard, his thoughts elsewhere, and initially they stayed elsewhere, then he realised what was happening. Blood flooded his cheeks and arms weakly batted at her sides, feigning resilience before he melted away. His frozen, terrorised self shifting to nervous fidgeting. Freedom from the empress' arms and bosom soon came, as did the realisation that he hadn't been able to breathe and a reactionary gasp.
When Naoki calls on him, Keph is still halfway to the ship's railing. Every step is taken carefully, the slight rocking and endless blue enough to confuse him, depriving him of his usual, confident, agile, and precise stride. A few minutes later, and he reaches the railing. He looks over it, watching as the overly ornate bow parted the sea with relative ease.
Within seconds, he was sitting on the deck's floor, next to Naoki. His back against the lower railing, afraid that if the ship was to rock hard enough in the midst of writing, the sea might, like a hungry beast, swallow up his precious tools and perhaps himself along with them.
「Keph will get used to this, but so far: it is terrifying. He has never been this far out.」There was a surprising amount of honesty displayed in his ink. Usually, he wasn't one to admit fear or doubt, but the unfamiliar situation wracked his nerves enough to even break away his courage's protective outer layer.
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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.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
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 Feb 26, 2020 14:25:56 GMT -8
Seeing Keph so visibly shaken causes Naoki concern. This is not her intention at all! Their ostensible reason for being out here in the first place is to enjoy the day, but so far, it seems like Keph… isn’t.
Empress Naoki calls from the bow up to the captain, “Half sails?”
“Half sails!” The captain repeats the order, louder, and the crew leaps into action. Soon enough, The Indulgence slows from its breakneck pace to a speed that is not slow, but certainly more reasonable. Accordingly, the breeze in their face slows, as does the rocking of the ship, and the frequency with which waves splash up onto the deck.
Seeing this, Naoki nods, satisfied. She looks back to Keph and steps closer to put a comforting hand on his head.
“The worst you’ll get is a bit damp,” she assures him. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t safe.”
“But there’s no particular reason for us to be up here in any case. Shall we go belowdecks and explore my cabin?” Naoki offers Keph her hand to help him up.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Mar 15, 2020 14:45:53 GMT -8
Keph 'can-do' attitude was without a doubt helpful in a lot of situations, but his seeming inability to accept weakness or defeat on his part had a tendency to get him involved in less than desirable situations. Before now, he hadn't actually thought about how terrifying the sea was. That endless, unstable blue, which if not for the tons of would between him and it could easily swallow him whole.
There was a horrifying moment of clarity in his head, realisation that his patron was not so different from the sea. Unwanted thoughts rushed into his head, much like the water would if it were to breach the ship's hull.
He felt sick.
Keph takes Naoki's hand and pulls himself towards her. His arms wrap around her waist and his head rested on her side. Slow, deep breaths were taken. He looked paler than usual. He made his way with her to the cabin, his steps, like usual, were like those of a cat, but unlike usual they weren't quick, nimble, and confident, instead they were overly cautious and worried, as if the deck itself might crack from too heavy of a foot.
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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.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
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 5, 2020 14:58:53 GMT -8
When Keph wraps his arms about her waist Naoki is momentarily surprised, but is then fine with it and begins to make light conversation as she leads Keph belowdecks. Offhandedly, as though nothing strange were going on, she details a strange occurrence she witnessed touring the city some days prior. There is little substance to what she says, it’s utterly inconsequential, but the alternative would be to walk in silence and let the waves unnerve Keph further, so she talks.
She pauses only for a moment to address a page: The Empress requests that he prepare a particular sort of tea — and bring a bucket when he comes.
The interior of Naoki’s cabin is somewhat dull when compared to some of her other living spaces, but far surpasses the standards of what one might expect to find in even a captain’s quarters. On the right, master shipwrights have by some miracle managed to finagle an entire fireplace into the room, complete with tools, mantle, protective grating, and a little stack of firewood. It’s been cleaned since the last time it was lit, but could easily be put into service once again.
On the left, there is a row of portholes that look out the starboard side of the hull, with cabinets and drawers above and below. The portholes are shut and Naoki intends to leave them as such, but their light is sufficient to illuminate the room. On the far wall, opposite the door, sits a large four-poster bed, neatly made, its curtains open invitingly.
The floor is dominated by an exotic Sakandian carpet: bright, colorful, and intricately patterned. Upon it, two comfy chairs sit facing the fireplace with a small table between them. If not for the portholes and the gentle rocking of the ship, one would be forgiven in thinking themselves in a cozy little one-room cabin nestled up in the mountains. Perhaps a highly affluent cabin, but a cabin nonetheless, with ‘cozy’ being the operative word.
Naoki leads Keph over to the nearer of the two chairs as the door clicks shut behind them. “It’s safe here. … You want to sit?” Craning her neck around, she tries to get a look at Keph’s face. It seems as though he’s not doing very well at all with this whole sailing business, but perhaps moving him out of sight of the water and giving assurances will help.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Apr 28, 2020 17:07:50 GMT -8
The bucket was definitely going to be needed, it looked like he was going a tad green -- not the most reassuring of sights.
Keph slumps down on the offered chair, half of his body slipping off, leaving his torso the sole proprietor of the furniture, while his lower half was left to awkwardly hover over the edge.
He places his wrist over his forehead. His eyes intently stare at the ceiling, as if it might just crash down on him if he were to look away. A few beads of sweat crawl down his skin, panic in liquid form, which is dealt with by his sleeve.
Moments into his staring contest with the ceiling and he's already lost, luckily the ceiling was merely bluffing, and he gets by unhindered.
He grips onto the edge of the table, dragging himself to sit upright. Woozily, nauseously, yet determinedly, he pulls himself onto his feet. His legs are shaky, but he isn't about to show such a weak display in front of his date! It's far less heroic-looking than he'd like to imagine.
Gravity and wooziness tag team him back down onto his chair, but at least his eyes were now on Naoki. He feigns a smile -- of course the Ocean wasn't scaring him! Who'd be afraid of that?!
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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.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
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 29, 2020 11:59:19 GMT -8
Naoki watches Keph with furrowed eyebrows and her mouth scrunched over to one side. She watches as he pulls himself to his feet with great effort and stands for a few seconds, there on his shaky legs. She shakes her head.
“No-nononuhno.” Naoki steps forward to usher Keph back into the chair. “I’ll not have you falling and hitting your head — you sit.” Placing the bucket in his lap, Naoki takes one of Keph’s hands in her own and squeezes it. The other chair is too far away, and of course, bolted to the floor, so she leans carefully on the edge of the table, puts her other hand to her chin, and attempts to puzzle out the answer.
Attending to one with seasickness. It’s a problem that Naoki hasn’t dealt with before, and one that falls outside the purview of her skillset. Naoki isn’t necessarily concerned for Keph, she has no doubt that he’ll be fine come tomorrow, but it’s bothersome that he is unwell in her care and it is her wont to remedy such things.
After some consideration, she says “... We have options.”
“Option one is the easy and safe option: you carry on sitting right there. Until you’re well, or until we figure something better.”
“Number two,” she continues, leaning over to whisper in Keph’s ear, “Is an option you may find... appealing. I could, as you well know, give you… better things to think about.” Her breath on his neck is warmer than it has any right to be. “I could distract you, become the center of your attention, the center of your world, and make you feel better whether you like it or not — but you very much will.”
Naoki pulls away, and the heat subsides. “Which, admittedly, has been in the cards regardless, but I am not opposed to moving it forward in the schedule if you think that would help. … You’ll have to keep those apples in for that, though,” she adds, wagging a cautionary finger.
“Number three is the clever option,” she continues. “Option three is that we partake of a gentle sleeping potion and have a little catnap. By the time you wake up, you will have grown used to the sea and be well. … Hopefully. If not, we’ll try something else.”
“Option four is that we turn the ship around and go home, and number five is any idea you may have. If you know what would help, please tell me.” An earnest ask. The last choice she presented Keph with isn’t panning out as well as all that, but those are the best ideas she has, and she doesn’t often have the luxury of delegating the final choice.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on May 8, 2020 16:30:05 GMT -8
Naoki was clearly overreacting, Keph would tell himself. It's not as if he'd ever be taken from this world in such an embarrassing manner; he couldn't just fall and hit his head from sea sickness. He'd laugh off her worry if he weren't afraid that laughter might bring bile in tow.
The moment the first option was given, Keph attempted to give a clear demonstration that such wasn't necessary. Yet, getting up proved to be far too difficult, with Naoki in the way -- and the floor refusing to stay level. The chair would have to do, for now. But the moment the ship ceased its attempts to shake him off, none would stop him!
The second option took him by surprise. Yes, he had found out how lewd of a woman the Empress was on their previous date, but still he was taken aback. Despite being the kind of lift his voice (if he had one) at any argument about his composure, he could not help but turn as red as a tomato, and avoid eye contact at Naoki's sweet whispers.
While the heat might've subsided, the blood in his cheeks, and the thoughts on his mind had not. Still, as tempted as he was, he didn't want to appear too eager or hint at the idea that he could be swayed over by such promises. Even worse was the potential of him letting his stomach go in the middle of any intimacies. Naoki would hate him for such and even if she didn't, he would.
The remaining options gave Keph an easy way out. An option where he could argue away any notion of prior weakness and enjoy his date's company.
Three fingers were held up. His eyes lead her own to the bed. An exaggerated yawn given for good measure, as if saying: "I was a bit tired, anyway".
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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.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
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 May 9, 2020 16:01:38 GMT -8
“Very well,” Naoki replies, entirely prepared for that answer. “You sit here,” she instructs him.
She’s out into the hall and back within a minute or two, as the page was waiting outside. Naoki has eschewed the niceties of a proper tea set for merely two cups. She places these on the table between the chairs and proceeds over to the bedside table. There, she pulls a bottle from the drawer and checks its label. There’s a cabinet full of potions (and poisons) just to her right, but this particular mix has earned that position of dubious honor.
Slowly making her way back over, Naoki double, triple checks the label, pulls the cork and sniffs carefully. She has no reason to suspect anyone has been tampering with her things, but apparent double suicide by poison with some vagrant boy out on her yacht would be a hell of a way for The Empress to go, and Naoki’s not going there today. Satisfied, she returns to Keph and sets upon the teacups.
“A little sedative never hurt anyone…” Naoki mumbles, raising the teacup to eye level as she carefully drips in one, exactly two drops. “It’s concentrated.”
“Concentrated,” she says, taking the other cup, “But gentle and relatively slow acting. We’ll have time to lie down and think for a bit before it gets us.” The second cup also gets two drops and is offered to Keph. Naoki takes the first, raises it in perfunctory toast, and, pending any disasters, begins to drink.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Jun 6, 2020 11:58:14 GMT -8
For the briefest moment, Keph regrets his choice: a long list of naughty what-ifs filling his mind. They don't last long amongst the horrid rocking of the seas, his lamenting broken down by the wave of nausea, a castle reduced to sand at high tide. His more rational mind -- somehow surviving in a flood of regurgitation-centred thoughts, which scream to abandon his midday meal -- admonishes Keph over the dangers of letting his manhood take over the duties of his brain. Both have their own duties, best the two not mingle.
Keph drums at his knees. His eyes follow Naoki in her fetching of cups and the practice of preparing the drink and its added contents. However, the empty look clear evidence of his mind elsewhere.
Despite (or perhaps by virtue of) Keph's numb state, he looks far more certain of taking the questionable two-drop mystery than Naoki. But perhaps, even if more aware, his low born, nomadic lifestyle and disinterest in the higher politics of realm might still protect him from the cruel reality of treacherous courts and poisonous ambitions (and maybe even ambitions-to-poison).
He follows along with the Empress' toast, clinking their cups together. The tea is drank slowly, not wanting to risk a negative reaction. The heat is surprisingly soothing, the harmful burn presenting his nerves with something else to worry about, alleviating his stomach's rebellion.
Although, slower he still manages to finish the cup faster than your average aristocrat. Sleep is still yet to take him, but he lies down in preparation for Hypnos' embrace. His more cumbersome cloth and knick knacks finding themselves haphazardly tossed and scattered across the floor.
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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.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
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 Jun 21, 2020 18:00:04 GMT -8
The bottle is returned to the nightstand and the cup to its tray. As Keph is drinking, Naoki exchanges her sweaterdress for a nightgown and ensures that the door and windows are shut. Shuffling around the room barefoot, she extinguishes all the candles and draws the curtains shut before taking the bucket from its place by the chair and joining Keph at the bed.
Scattering his accessories this way and that earns the back of Keph’s head a disapproving glare from Naoki. He’ll be made to pick all that up later, but for now she can’t be bothered.
“Here.” She passes him the bucket. “If not in there, aim for the floor over the sheets and definitely avoid the pillows.”
It’s still only late afternoon, it’ll be a few hours yet before the sun sets. As the ship rocks, the curtains sway, occasionally illuminating particles of dust and casting beams of light on the opposite wall. All is quiet save for the sound of waves against the hull, and all said, it’s quite peaceful.
“This is pleasant,” Naoki remarks, donning her sleep mask. “I always feel better after a nap, hopefully, you will as well.”
With that she settles in, sliding down into the blanket, pulling up the covers, and shuffling over to wrap an arm around Keph — carefully. She’s asleep within a minute or so.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Jul 23, 2020 4:00:42 GMT -8
Keph sighs, eyes closing, mind slowly luling itself to sleep.
But something didn’t feel right. This felt so oddly unfamiliar. No, not the excessive luxury that surrounded him nor the monarch which had her arm comfortably wrapped around him, but just having a bed.
How long had it been since he got to sleep in an actual bed, a safe bed, one that was soft and warm, not like the thick branch of a tree, still covered in moisture from a prior day of rain, above predators as hungry as him, hoping that he might fall and present them with sustenance.
For once, he felt safe. Despite the existential crisis that had hit him earlier and the nausea which even now bothered him, he didn’t have to fear a wolf in a bush or a bear behind a tree. For the first time in the longest time, his dreams were silent. Not even the cosmic screeches of his patron managed to penetrate the concoction Naoki had served him.
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It’s a few hours down the line when Keph finally wakes up. The light that shined through the curtains having gone from a young, bright yellow into an aged, dim orange.
He tries to get up, but the weight on his chest reminds him that he is not alone. Softly, carefully, quietly he presses the tips of his digits against Naoki’s wrist, squeezes just enough to get the faintest of grips, and moves her hand aside.
As stealthily as one would expect of the world’s best hunter, he rolls out of bed. His stomach grumbles. It’d been a while since he’d eaten something, hadn’t it? Well, he couldn’t keep the ol’ stomach waiting. Doing his best to avoid any creaking floorboards, Keph got decent -- much of his stuff was still left scattered across the floor, but he was decent enough.
Step… by… step he made his way out of the cabin and closed the door behind him. A servant, any servant, was called over and with his magical ink a request for food would be given, before he made his way back inside.
He’d go grab some food himself, but he couldn’t leave Naoki alone. Because of assassins and what not, of course.
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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.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
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 Aug 4, 2020 18:19:48 GMT -8
On his way out the door, Keph only makes it a few paces down the hall before encountering not just one, but a pair of page boys of similar age and build to himself. They’re meandering down the corridor, looking sharp in their matching tunics, carrying on a conversation between themselves. Their shift just ended, and they were on their way back to their quarters before The Empress’s door creaks open in front of them.
They snap to attention, but it’s not The Empress — it’s her ‘Guest’, looking a bit bedraggled. They stand silently and watch as Keph scribbles his message, and nod in unison upon reading it.
“Certainly, milord. We were on our way to the mess anyway. I believe it’s stew tonight — unless you would prefer something else?”
But the Guest is already back inside. Looking between themselves, the pageboys suppose they can’t blame him. They turn around and set off toward the mess hall with purpose, fully intending to pass this task along to the next shift.
Naoki, for her part, rolls over. The tip of her tail twitches beneath the blanket and
A few minutes pass before there’s a knock on the door, four in quick succession. It’s a different pair of page boys, who have come with a little cart full of foodstuffs.
There’s not a page-boy-protocol for accepting tasks from The Empress’s guest, as The Empress doesn’t usually have guests. The cooks were singularly confused to hear of the first two’s encounter, and so decided just to send over a selection of The Empress’s preferred items they can whip up relatively quickly.
As such, the cart contains two bowls of the aforementioned stew, a tray of biscuits, a small platter of grapes, a box of fancy chocolates, a bowl of mixed nuts, a kettle of something piping hot, a few wines to choose between, two trays of hors d'oeuvres, a small pie, a tray of cheese and bread, — and some apples, seeing as how Her Guest had requested apples earlier.
(The cart isn’t actually very little at all. It takes up much of the hallway.)
The pages are at an impasse. Usually, The Empress would direct them, but she’s... not here? Perhaps indecent, just out of view…?
They don’t dare to enter without invitation, and as such look to Keph, prompting. He has the reins, they will do more or less as he asks.
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