Chosen of the Wavewarden
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Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 29
Physical Description: The Chosen of the Wavewarden is seldom seen in public without his full armor on, but he is about 6'1" and 200lbs. His hair is similar in color to the Daimyo's and his eyes are a brilliant green in color.
Clothes and Equipment: He bears full steel armor, shoulders emblazoned with the symbol of House Zuikaku. His katana is maintained to a perfect sheen, the handle wrapped in swamp crocodile skin so that his grip is strong.
Blessed by the Guardian of the Sea herself, he bore no personal banner save for the Rune of the Wavewarden, which pulsated dimly on his chest. Such magic, for magic it was, was allowed as it had been bestowed on him by a Kami, and they were not bound by the laws of mortal man.
Registered: May 7, 2017 13:12:38 GMT -8
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Post by Chosen of the Wavewarden on Aug 29, 2017 18:36:23 GMT -8
Chosen met the eyes of the Tiger once more, and for a second his eyes flashed, revealing something altogether...primeval about him. Draconic even. But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, and the Chosen seemed to not be aware of it in the slightest.
"What magic exists in Quying is solely in the form of ancient relics and artifacts, as well as those priests who serve the Wavewarden and Skywarden in their duties. Their abilities, while natural in origin, are unlikely to be easily dealt with by the others in Tawakoshi. I doubt they will intervene, especially with Sakand and Isra behind us." He paused for a few moments to gather his thoughts before continuing into the...touchier subject.
"As for the Sakandi people and their majic , in the privacy of your provided lodgings this will not be an issue, so long as it is discreet. Word that the ban is lifted has already been spread through the Province, but the Quy people are coming out of centuries of mistrust and hatred. A banning of magic is not the same as being able to prevent its use entirely, and only by the diligence of the Wave Warriors and Samurai have many magical threats been dealt with, witches being chief amongst them. For your people's own safety, we would request that such things are kept to a minimum. At the ceremony itself, the Wavewarden will be present, and it will be a closed affair at the palace, so you will be free to engage in Sakandi customs. The Daimyo would like to be made aware of them before hand though, so that proper arrangements can be made."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2017 19:43:25 GMT -8
... and Isra behind us.
A quick smile touched the Emira's lips as the Wavechosen spoke, detailing Quying and it's relationship with magic. He was well spoken, this man sent from Quying, and she appreciated his candor and diplomacy.
Much of the conversation that the Emira wanted to have would be better served when speaking to the Daimyo himself. She had to remind herself of that when she opened her lips to ask another question of the Wavechosen... Then laughed at herself.
It was a pleasant sound, made all the more lovely by he woman it came from. "My curiosity is almost getting the better of me," she said. She pushed herself up onto her feet, and Bahadur did as well.
"Please, rest. Eat. In the morning I will have my men speak to yours about loading my niece's dowry aboard your vessel. When shall we set sail for Quying?" The Emira asked, her jade eyes steady on the Quy warrior's face.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2017 7:15:29 GMT -8
Odar bowed, a small smile on his face for Skarlet and Lady Aishah of Sakand as he turned and led them through the magnificence of the palace. Columns were thicker than tree trunks, decorated with visions of Sakandi myths and legends. Peacocks freely strode among the open halls where the glittering lights from outside sometimes wondered -- if Skarlet looked closely, they were actually brightly-shining hummingbirds. Verdant green plants seemed to flourish everywhere, and the gentle, spicy smell of incense was in the air. Long curtains fell from their golden hangers at the mural ceilings to drift against the marble of the floor. This place was not just oppulent. It was not just simply "filled" with people things, but everything down to the masonry was made to be beautiful, made to be everlasting and enduring, a history that far, far outranked that of Isra or any other country. How many conquerors and legends had walked these same halls? What stories might they have told, might they have created? The Princess of Isra was taken to her guest quarters, where the beauty remained. She was given a bathing room, a sleeping room, and a sitting room, with a terrace to view the glittering blue canals and the domed and spiked tops of the flourishing Sakandi city. Odar bowed to Skarlet and Aishah. "Inform me when you are ready, and I will escort you to the Bejeweled Gardens," the steward said. He stayed around, however, in case there were any more questions or conversation that needed doing.
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Skarlet
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Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Aug 31, 2017 9:02:59 GMT -8
Skarlet enjoyed the style of the palace, it was very refreshing to her in comparison to the Isran style. She could tell this palace was hand-crafted by man and not constructed with magic like the Isra Citadel, it felt more alive. She was caught off-guard by the call of a Peacock, but was surprised to see the beautiful fowl, they looked like they had long coat-tails. Skarlet even got to see one Peacock shake it's tail feathers open like a fan to display it's hypnotic pattern! The smell of the incense was also pleasing as Skarlet liked spice.
Once led to her room, the princess walks further inside and makes a 360 turn to take a look at everything. Skarlet bows her head, "I thank the Emira for hosting me in her home. I will be ready to go shortly after I check out the connecting rooms."
The Revenant Beauty takes a quick tour of the rooms available to her, feeling all the fine fabrics and finding a place to set her blood case down. She didn't need to have a drink at this time as she had a vial on the ship. She returns to Odar and Aishah, "I'm ready, this is all very exciting. At what time would we expect to return here? I wouldn't want to keep the Emira waiting."
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Post by Lady Aishah of Sakand on Aug 31, 2017 10:06:34 GMT -8
Aishah had walked the palace hallways her entire life and because of that the beauty sometimes got lost to her just a small bit. Seeing Skarlet look around her and taking in the view made her appreciate it all over agian. Farah was close behind her, following her moves and would sometimes playfully dash at one of the peacocks, which did not appreciate it very much. It just made Aishah giggle, she knew her big cat would never hurt any of them. She would remain by the side of Odar while Skarlet explored her room, she indeed had gotten one of the more impressive ones. "I am sure Odar will let us know when the Emira expects us, won't you Odar?" she smiled a sweet smile to the guard. "Will you escort me and dear Skarlet to the gardens?"
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Chosen of the Wavewarden
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 29
Physical Description: The Chosen of the Wavewarden is seldom seen in public without his full armor on, but he is about 6'1" and 200lbs. His hair is similar in color to the Daimyo's and his eyes are a brilliant green in color.
Clothes and Equipment: He bears full steel armor, shoulders emblazoned with the symbol of House Zuikaku. His katana is maintained to a perfect sheen, the handle wrapped in swamp crocodile skin so that his grip is strong.
Blessed by the Guardian of the Sea herself, he bore no personal banner save for the Rune of the Wavewarden, which pulsated dimly on his chest. Such magic, for magic it was, was allowed as it had been bestowed on him by a Kami, and they were not bound by the laws of mortal man.
Registered: May 7, 2017 13:12:38 GMT -8
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Post by Chosen of the Wavewarden on Sept 1, 2017 10:07:47 GMT -8
... and Isra behind us. A quick smile touched the Emira's lips as the Wavechosen spoke, detailing Quying and it's relationship with magic. He was well spoken, this man sent from Quying, and she appreciated his candor and diplomacy. Much of the conversation that the Emira wanted to have would be better served when speaking to the Daimyo himself. She had to remind herself of that when she opened her lips to ask another question of the Wavechosen... Then laughed at herself. It was a pleasant sound, made all the more lovely by he woman it came from. "My curiosity is almost getting the better of me," she said. She pushed herself up onto her feet, and Bahadur did as well. "Please, rest. Eat. In the morning I will have my men speak to yours about loading my niece's dowry aboard your vessel. When shall we set sail for Quying?" The Emira asked, her jade eyes steady on the Quy warrior's face. Chosen was not just the Wavewarden's Champion, he was the Daimyo's, his words as expertly crafted as his blade, and equally adept at defending his realm on the field of battle as he was in Council Chambers. "You are free to ask anything you like Emira, and we are ready to leave whenever you wish. On the morrow if that is what you desire." He matched her gaze, recognizing the same willpower and determination that his Daimyo had, and making a mental note that there was very little these two nations could not accomplish if they worked together.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2017 7:14:30 GMT -8
Something sparkled in the depths of those Jade eyes as she looked at the Chosen of the Wavewarden. Something made the corner of her lips turn up. Her hand stroked over the velvet of Bahadur's head. "Perhaps not so soon. The day after, maybe. Or the day after that. I would like you to see Sakand and what I can offer you." She bowed her head, jewelry faintly chiming, and turned to walk away and leave him to the quarters. "Until tonight, Wavechosen," she said over her naked shoulder, guards following her out. The door closed with a quiet whisper, and both Emira and tiger were gone.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2017 7:49:44 GMT -8
Odar bowed his head to Lady Aishah of Sakand. "Of course, my lady," he said to her after @ Skarlet had joined them. They were lead toward a different Courtyard where they were put into one of the palace's gondolas. With a couple servants to attend them on the bigger boat, the two girls made the easy and smooth glide toward the Bejeweled Gardens. [Exit]
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Chosen of the Wavewarden
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 29
Physical Description: The Chosen of the Wavewarden is seldom seen in public without his full armor on, but he is about 6'1" and 200lbs. His hair is similar in color to the Daimyo's and his eyes are a brilliant green in color.
Clothes and Equipment: He bears full steel armor, shoulders emblazoned with the symbol of House Zuikaku. His katana is maintained to a perfect sheen, the handle wrapped in swamp crocodile skin so that his grip is strong.
Blessed by the Guardian of the Sea herself, he bore no personal banner save for the Rune of the Wavewarden, which pulsated dimly on his chest. Such magic, for magic it was, was allowed as it had been bestowed on him by a Kami, and they were not bound by the laws of mortal man.
Registered: May 7, 2017 13:12:38 GMT -8
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Post by Chosen of the Wavewarden on Sept 4, 2017 7:50:33 GMT -8
"Of course Emira, I look forward to seeing the rest of your city." He said, diplomatically. Chosen had wanted to see the city that Quying was quickly becoming tied to, and report back to the Daimyo on these matters. From what he had seen thus far, they had little to worry about. The city seemed to be incredibly prosperous.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2017 14:43:35 GMT -8
A letter arrived that evening for Chosen of the Wavewarden. It was written by the Emira personally, offering her apologies that she could not attend the night's dinner. She did, however, send a woman who appeared to be in her twenties and very composed, who bowed her head as the servants came to provide the evening meal for the Chosen as well as his entourage. "Dinner is served, and afterwards, if you are inclined, there is to be a show at the Bejeweled Watergardens. I can escort you there to see it."
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Chosen of the Wavewarden
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 29
Physical Description: The Chosen of the Wavewarden is seldom seen in public without his full armor on, but he is about 6'1" and 200lbs. His hair is similar in color to the Daimyo's and his eyes are a brilliant green in color.
Clothes and Equipment: He bears full steel armor, shoulders emblazoned with the symbol of House Zuikaku. His katana is maintained to a perfect sheen, the handle wrapped in swamp crocodile skin so that his grip is strong.
Blessed by the Guardian of the Sea herself, he bore no personal banner save for the Rune of the Wavewarden, which pulsated dimly on his chest. Such magic, for magic it was, was allowed as it had been bestowed on him by a Kami, and they were not bound by the laws of mortal man.
Registered: May 7, 2017 13:12:38 GMT -8
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Post by Chosen of the Wavewarden on Sept 22, 2017 19:31:18 GMT -8
Chosen bowed back, accepting the dinner with thanks for his entourage, who dug in immediately after the Chosen gave his signal.
"I would be honored to attend the show, and experience Sakandi culture. Would you care to eat with us before the show?"
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