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 30, 2017 23:28:46 GMT -8
All good things must come to an end... But not without a wonderful party to send it off! Cleared, cleaned, and swept up into a beautiful, glittering, glowing expanse is Prospernalia's End Feast, where lights sparkle and drip from tree branches imported in, where flowers still blossom with bright color and perfume even while the moon hangs bold and glowing and pregnant in a dark blanket of stars. It is certainly a night of magic, no doubt aided along by the Muse of Merry-Making as she welcomes guests. Imagine, if you will, multiple tables, with the boughs of the trees larges to ensconce all of the tables, and even a
centre for dancing in the middle. The tables are decorated with a burst of flowers in honor of Prospernalia. The Feast is generally for those who are the high mucky-mucks, but if one has the appropriate attire and attitude, no doubt they would be welcomed. Romance is in the air here, along with merriness and joy, as the wine and ale flow, stories are told, toasts are made, and delicious food is prepared and served. At the high table sits the ruler of the Free Cities and its territory, Empress Naoki, no doubt with her lover, Kate Green. The Ministers of Isra were also invited to be in attendance, along with other important officials, each with one guest: Ryden Greyiron, the Chancellor of Isra, as well as the Minister of Foreign Affairs and Immigration. Minister Deathforge, the Minister of Judiciary. Robert Fletcher, the Minister of Trade. and of no surprise, Ganymede Galaii, the Minister of Arts and the genius behind the Prospernalia. Valerian Kastimeer, High Admiral of the Isran Navy, Lord Tristian Seryl, the Head of the Black Tower, Alden Marshal, the Head Marshal of the Sun Marshals. Also invited to be seated at the high table are the rulers of the lands beneath Isra's gracious umbrella, each with one guest as well: @fairuz, Enlidil, of the Norkari Mountains Countess Camilla Blake, of the recent Meridian Lord Crovan of House Winter, ruler of the Winterlands and Archlord Astaroth of the Steelscape. And, of course, in a position of prominence and highlighted, are the King and Queen of Prospernalia, each with one guest: Elizabeth Finch, also former-commander of the Dawn Riders and once known as Commodore and Raoul Ferdinand, a man who has quickly made himself the Sweetheart of Isra. No doubt, there are other members of prominence that are at the feast, and perhaps, even those that should have been seated at the table have made their regrets known to put empty chairs at the high table. Although no musicians can be seen, there is definitely music to aide in the atmosphere, as well as the dancing that may take place. There is no schedule tonight, no list of things that have to happen -- only a celebration of the new year, of a new spring, and of many blessings and blossoms to come. Eat! Drink! And be Merry!
Ganymede herself chose to wear a gown with a skirt of glittering gold, and what looked like real flowers as her bodice. Indeed, if one were to touch them, they would find that they truly were real flowers and petals, and only held to her bodice by.. what? Magic? Her hair was half swept up, curved and pinned with more flowers, a sweet perfume about her. It was by far one of her more whimsical looks, and although she dared to be inappropriate, she had turned it down, it seemed, for this occasion.  ________________________________________________________________________________________ Any characters may attend, as long as characters show up in their finest!
Characters TAGGED may bring a guest, and characters TAGGED are under no obligation to actually post in. This post is to make it obvious that they were invited, as this feast is a way for those that rule Isra to give a good public face.
There is no post order, make of the night as you will it!
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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 May 1, 2017 3:36:28 GMT -8
Captain Gothmog Bloodsail would make an appearance at the High Table, taking the seat reserved for Admiral Kastimeer, who was presently indisposed. He was dressed in his full Captain's regalia, sword at his hip and magnificent hat atop his head. Every bit a respectable Naval Captain, if one ignored the various piercings and pirate tattoos.
He carefully sat down, the chair creaking in protest, but a sharp look from the orc was enough to put that to rest. The chair wouldn't dare break now, lest it become kindling. His flask was bolstered at his belt, but he did not see the need to bring it out yet, this being a feast he assumed the booze would be free and plentiful. This was his last hurrah in Isra before he led a small armada into the islands...(OOC: Future quest foreshadowing dun dun DUN)
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Minister Deathforge
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 32
Physical Description: Deathforge is a lycanthropic version of a Red Wolf, sharing in their reddish-brown coloring. He is massive for a Werewolf, coming in at nearly 7'8", and weighing nearly 400 pounds. His eyes are a dark-yellow in color.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears the uniform of an Isran Inspector, custom-tailored to his size. A badge denoting his rank is pinned on his left breast, and a holster carrying a large hand crossbow, that would require two hands for a human, and a quiver on his other hip.
Registered: May 24, 2016 4:10:25 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Deathforge on May 1, 2017 4:10:48 GMT -8
The Minister of the Judiciary did attend the Feast as well, taking a seat next to the Orc Captain and acknowledging him with a simple nod. Deathforge had a suit made for this occasion, a grey suit that fit his rather unique proportions well, even if it felt strange to wear. His faithful hand crossbow, never out of reach, was bolstered inside the suit jacket, and his ever suspicious gaze constantly swept over the assembled crowd.
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Lady Cassandra Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
Registered: Jun 30, 2016 10:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on May 1, 2017 5:10:10 GMT -8
Lady Cassandra Winter took the spot designated for the ruler of the Winterlands, her brother, whom she would not bother to make an appearance at such an event. She was determined to ensure her people were represented in the City, even if her brother wasn't.
She wore a stunningly revealing dress of mottled shades of green, all her poise and dignity reflected in her very posture. Everything was done to perfection, shoes matching the white sash tied around her waist, earrings and necklace matched in metal (white gold) and gem (sapphires).
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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 May 1, 2017 7:30:46 GMT -8
Ganymede was greeting those who came to the feast, her hips and long legs glittering in the snug yet trailing skirt of her gown, her torso and shoulders decorated with flowers and... was that a butterfly? Yes, a dainty butterfly landed on her shoulder, slowly batting its wings in all its loveliness. She saw both Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail and Minister Deathforge come in and take their places, and as they spoke and exchanged greetings, Ganymede made her way over. Her hands slid over a shoulder each, those closest to each other, and she turned her smile onto both of them. "Gentlemen, how wonderful to see you at the Feast," she spoke, her exotic accent making her words dance. She leaned over, and she kissed an Orc cheek, and then she kissed a furred cheek in greeting, the floral scent of her blossoms just a bare hint in the air around her. |
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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 May 1, 2017 9:07:24 GMT -8
The King of Prospernalia strode into the garden with a cocky grin and his crown cocked at the customary jaunty angle. He wore a new shirt he had bought just for the occasion, similar in style to what he had worn for most of the festival, with loose, flowing cut and open neckline. The rich, dark blue silk brought out his eyes magnificently, according to the man that had sold it to him, and he was eager to see who all agreed with it. Again, tight leather pants showed off what he firmly believed to be his best assets. His knee-high boots were newly shined and polished, a soft jangle of spurs accompanying each step. His black hair was loose and tousled, and a shade too long, which the barber had insisted was the correct look for him. He had even managed to somehow make it look like Raoul had shaved two days ago, to add to rugged and rakish look. Raoul strongly suspected the man used enchanted tools to accomplish this, but in any case, he had to admit that the results were worth the silver he had paid for it. Despite all this, the most striking part of the ensemble was almost certainly the Queen of Prospernalia and former commander of the Dawn Riders, Elizabeth Finch , on his arm. |
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
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Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on May 1, 2017 9:15:19 GMT -8
Liz wore the same resplendent forest green dress that she had picked up in Gauldin during her trip with Empress Naoki a semi-nervous smile on her face as she held Raoul's arm. The dress in question showed off her own assets, in a rather tantalizing fashion, occasional glimpses of thigh as she strode forward with her King. She waved to everyone as she entered with him, her nervousness disappearing thanks to infectious enthusiasm. Her own crown was placed properly on her head, and her hair was more loose upon her shoulders, providing a nice contrast with her dress. She wore a pair of green heels, a couple of inches high that she could both walk and dance in, should the occasion arise. |
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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 May 1, 2017 9:58:06 GMT -8
Ganymede was greeting those who came to the feast, her hips and long legs glittering in the snug yet trailing skirt of her gown, her torso and shoulders decorated with flowers and... was that a butterfly? Yes, a dainty butterfly landed on her shoulder, slowly batting its wings in all its loveliness. She saw both Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail and Minister Deathforge come in and take their places, and as they spoke and exchanged greetings, Ganymede made her way over. Her hands slid over a shoulder each, those closest to each other, and she turned her smile onto both of them. "Gentlemen, how wonderful to see you at the Feast," she spoke, her exotic accent making her words dance. She leaned over, and she kissed an Orc cheek, and then she kissed a furred cheek in greeting, the floral scent of her blossoms just a bare hint in the air around her. The Orc's response to the kiss was to pull the woman into his lap and return it, simultaneously handing her a good slug of rum. "Ganymede! A sight for sea-weary eyes you are. You should visit the Port more often, the Navy feels neglected and the Army hasn't done a damn thing to deserve your presence more than us eh? Damn landlubbers! I could show you a real good time next time you're down there if you'd like." He said, winking rakishly at her with his good eye. |
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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 May 1, 2017 10:12:05 GMT -8
“It’s good to be the king.” Raoul chuckles, leading Elizabeth Finch to the high table. He remembers enough of his manner to hold her chair for her before sitting down himself, smiling and waving to the various dignitaries and mover and shakers that he had never met before. Some of the names sounded familiar to him, at least. He raised his cup to Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail in a salute, a man he couldn’t possibly fail to recognize after facing him in the joust. He turned to Liz, leaning over to speak softly. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many rich and powerful people jealous of some wandering vagabond before. Promise me I get at least one dance before you let one of these fine gentlemen or ladies sweet you away?” |
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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 May 1, 2017 10:33:24 GMT -8
She let out a chime of laughter as a big, burly arm struck, snaking around her waist and pulling her -- gold and curves and flowers and heat and all -- into his lap. One hand gripped onto his shoulder as she felt him kiss the satin of her cheek, butterflies fluttering around them for a moment before they re-settled onto her. She sat comfortably in his lap, feminine weight, feminine heat settled against his thighs as she sat up and took a long, long pull of his rum and took it away from her lips with an 'Aaah!' And then she turned that brilliant smile onto Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail. "Oh, but Captain, you never invite me. It makes me think you may not like me as much as I like you," Gany teased, a fingertip tracing his jawline for a moment, her hair shifting to a deep wine color and her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. "Are you sure you would be able to show me a good time? I was there at the joust, after all." She turned when she heard people mention that the King and Queen of Prospernalia -- Raoul Ferdinand and Elizabeth Finch -- had arrived, and still seated on the large orc's lap, she turned slightly and waved to them. |
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Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Physical Description: Bella is average height for a dwarf, around four and a half feet tall, with the broad shoulders and powerful frame common to her race. Her long, dark hair is usually pulled back in thick braids. Most would consider her face somewhere between "cute" and "pretty," or a mix of both, with deep green eyes and freckles often accented by streaks of soot from her work in the forge.
Clothes and Equipment:
At work, which is most of the time, Bella wears sturdy, practical clothing, with heavy gloves and apron to protect her from sparks and other dangers of the forge. Even away from work, she usually has tools tucked away in the various pockets and pouches of her clothing.
Registered: Apr 12, 2017 16:25:27 GMT -8
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Post by Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan on May 1, 2017 10:49:29 GMT -8
The dwarven smith wasn’t specifically invited as a dignitary or VIP, but she had the look and the attitude and the means to grease a few palms. Her dark hair was swept up and back in thick braids, and long enough that it spilled down over her shoulders anyway. Spring flowers were woven into the braids, in keeping with the spring theme of the event. Silver rings glittered in her ears, reflecting the enchante lights strung about in the trees overhead. She wore a gown of deep, rich green, a subtle flower-and-leaf pattern woven into the fabric. The cut accented and flattered her figure, hugging the curve of her full bust, and giving quite a display to the taller people in the vicinity. Given her height, that would of course be almost everyone in the vicinity. It flared at the hips just enough to show off the entirely natural wide hips beneath, then swept down to the ground in a beautiful curtain.  As always, Bella wore a wide smile, her green eyes sparkling with mirth. Rather than the merry sort of smile she had at the rest of the festival, there a more coquettish, flirty air about her this evening. The enchantment woven into every thread of the gown by Lady Genevieve St. James enhanced the effect, grabbing attention and lending her every word and motion an enticing, seductive quality. Those of a more reserved nature might find themselves blushing at the thoughts in their own heads, as Genevieve herself had done when during the fitting. Bella paused a moment as she entered, drinking in the sights of the garden and the guests, then took a glass from a passing server and wandered into the crowd, scanning for familiar faces. |
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 12:26:27 GMT -8
After an hour of getting the feast ready for its invited guests and any extras wanting to eat as well, Kelly was still nowhere to be seen. Whether Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan was getting worried or not was left to be seen, because soon enough the red-headed bandit made her debut. She would be almost unrecognizable to Bella, however- along with her long, auburn hair falling silently down to her mid waist and her lack of dirt making her skin almost glow, the dress given to her by Lady Genevieve St. James was astounding:  Silk fabric of blues and reds, it's hip-hugging form only accentuated her mediocre athletic build into a more curvy, shapely appearance. Her breasts, while nowhere near as pronounced as even Bella's, seemed fuller in the dress mostly due to the semi-hourglass figure crafted by the dress' appearance. It was obvious Kelly was not used to wearing something so beautiful, as although she was a good two inches taller with her new heels she walked very slowly and stumbled every once in awhile before righting herself, usually accompanied by a blushing face and a quick glance to make sure no one saw it. She worked her way up to Bella and bowed. "Sorry I'm late, ma'am" She said with a shy smile, "I wanted to find the best dress I could. Is it alright?" |
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Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Physical Description: Bella is average height for a dwarf, around four and a half feet tall, with the broad shoulders and powerful frame common to her race. Her long, dark hair is usually pulled back in thick braids. Most would consider her face somewhere between "cute" and "pretty," or a mix of both, with deep green eyes and freckles often accented by streaks of soot from her work in the forge.
Clothes and Equipment:
At work, which is most of the time, Bella wears sturdy, practical clothing, with heavy gloves and apron to protect her from sparks and other dangers of the forge. Even away from work, she usually has tools tucked away in the various pockets and pouches of her clothing.
Registered: Apr 12, 2017 16:25:27 GMT -8
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Post by Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan on May 1, 2017 12:51:57 GMT -8
Sure enough, Bella didn’t recognize @banditkelly at all at first. Her attention was drawn to the dress, though, and the stunningly beautiful woman in it. She didn’t even realize she was staring until Kelly spoke and jolted her out of it. It took Bella a moment to register that the familiar voice belonged to Kelly and that it was in fact her standing there.
“Alright? Kelly, you look amazing… It’s beautiful…” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she stepped closer, but it fell down again almost immediately. Bella had never really thought of her as pretty before, having only seen her in pragmatic, practical working clothes, even at the festival. Suddenly, she was struck by just how attractive Kelly was. Surely, she was going to be breaking hearts tonight.
Bella stepped closer, smiling warmly up to the taller woman. She took a sip of wine, then gestured around with the glass. “I was just thinking I didn’t really know anyone here, but it turns out I did. I hardly recognized you at first with your hair down and all.”
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 12:55:31 GMT -8
She chuckled. "Thank you...that means a lot coming from you. Yeah, I don't usually let my hair down...gets caught on too much in my line of work...honestly, the only time I show it off is to someone I really care about." She looked down to Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan , not yet used to the additional inches from the heels. She reached out to Bella's hand. "Let's get a seat before they're taken. I want to be able to sit next to you. It's not every day I get to eat good food with good people." |
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Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Physical Description: Bella is average height for a dwarf, around four and a half feet tall, with the broad shoulders and powerful frame common to her race. Her long, dark hair is usually pulled back in thick braids. Most would consider her face somewhere between "cute" and "pretty," or a mix of both, with deep green eyes and freckles often accented by streaks of soot from her work in the forge.
Clothes and Equipment:
At work, which is most of the time, Bella wears sturdy, practical clothing, with heavy gloves and apron to protect her from sparks and other dangers of the forge. Even away from work, she usually has tools tucked away in the various pockets and pouches of her clothing.
Registered: Apr 12, 2017 16:25:27 GMT -8
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Post by Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan on May 1, 2017 13:23:20 GMT -8
Bella took @banditkelly ’s hand, her strong, calloused fingers wrapping around in a firm grip. “You have someone special here? Well, you will have to introduce me.” She smiled warmly and lead the taller woman woman over to the rows of tables, taking a good place, near enough to the high mucky mucks, but not actually claiming a seat reserved for someone with a title.
She settled onto the chair, grabbing the edges of the seat and bouncing herself forward, since her short, dwarven legs don’t actually reach the floor. To exactly no one’s surprise, the movement set up a positively distracting amount of jiggling that may or may not have been a deliberate flirtation.
“So. Tell me about this special person, then…” There was a subtle purr to the dwarf’s voice as Bella leaned closer to Kelly, reaching out to put her hand on her friend’s knee. Her smile was friendly and genuine and just slightly flirty.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 13:26:58 GMT -8
"Oh, just someone I care about greatly..." She mused, taking a sip of wine and looking the other way in a coy manner. "She's a bit on the short side but definitely strong. It helps she works with her hands a lot. She's kind, patient, easily excitable, intelligent, bubbly, and absolutely gorgeous....you probably know her already."
She went to take a sip before putting it down quickly.
"It's not Gene." She immediately blurted out in a dead-pan tone before taking a drink.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on May 1, 2017 13:30:00 GMT -8
Despite having a seat at the high table reserved for him Alden was not at it. Instead, he'd procured an entire table among the common folk where he could eat with his children. While the six were normally fairly well behaved they appeared to be caught up in the festival atmosphere and the table full of cat-eared children was loud and boisterous with the noise of what sounded like ten different conversations despite there only being seven people at the table.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on May 1, 2017 13:33:51 GMT -8
She was almost unrecognizable. Her hair was swept up and pinned with flowers to keep it in place, a few pale-gold tendrils free to frame her heart-shaped face. She was scrubbed clean and a gentle jasmine oil rubbed into her skin so she didn't have to wear any perfume. Her body was clad in a pale green gown that fell over her trim shoulders and cupped her small but pert breasts, clinging to her toned torso and then flowing down her long, lithe legs. Her silver eyes were bright on her face, accented with a bit of kohl to make her lashes longer -- highlighting the angle of her cheekbones which led down into the rosy pink of her kiss-me mouth.  Her back was naked, and the graceful lines of her swan-wing tattoos could be seen, so large that they dipped even below the low bodice of her gentle gown. Indeed, the Sparrow almost seemed like a fairy princess... were it not for that little gleam in her silver eyes. She stepped through the archway of the boughs and twigs and lights, the glow playing off her collar bones and the feminine tip of her chin. There were a lot of people there that she recognized, but she did not yet mingle with the crowd. Instead, she was looking for @totallynotadragon, whom she told she would meet there. |
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 12:39:20 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 13:43:28 GMT -8
The Sparrow would see Draga entering the feasting area at that moment, oddly enough wearing the same plain blue dress shew as always wearing. As Draga looked around her eyes eventually fell on Farrah. She grinned and waved eagerly to her, literally gliding across the ground to meet her. "Hey! Wow, that dress is gorgeous! What's the occas-" She began to say before looking around and stopping. She smacked her forehead. "Oh....duh! One sec." She said, sticking her tongue out. Holding her arms out to her side, she fell backwards onto the ground and suck into it like it was water. Seconds later she popped back out behind Farrah wearing a new dress:  She suddenly pulled down the hood and flicked her hair, showing off its incredibly long blonde braids:  As she whipped her hair, flecks of light bounced off of it, giving it a glowing golden aura that radiated her cheeriness and natural beauty. "Well? What do you think?" She asked Farrah soon after.
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Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Physical Description: Bella is average height for a dwarf, around four and a half feet tall, with the broad shoulders and powerful frame common to her race. Her long, dark hair is usually pulled back in thick braids. Most would consider her face somewhere between "cute" and "pretty," or a mix of both, with deep green eyes and freckles often accented by streaks of soot from her work in the forge.
Clothes and Equipment:
At work, which is most of the time, Bella wears sturdy, practical clothing, with heavy gloves and apron to protect her from sparks and other dangers of the forge. Even away from work, she usually has tools tucked away in the various pockets and pouches of her clothing.
Registered: Apr 12, 2017 16:25:27 GMT -8
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Post by Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan on May 1, 2017 13:46:27 GMT -8
“You could do worse than Genevieve, you know.” Bella laughed softly and shook her head. “She is very kind. And pretty. But you have your eyes on someone else, it seems. Genevieve’s loss, I suppose.” She tucked the loose strand of hair behind her ear again, leaning close. The dwarf’s green eyes sparkled as she looked up through her lashes. Bella thought for a moment if she might know anyone that fit such a description. Strong and smart and beautiful was a powerful combination, so it was no wonder @banditkelly would be taken with such a woman. Bella ran her mind through the women she knew, briefly considering that Kelly and Genevieve might have hit it off in a special way, but it was meant to be a secret for some reason. That would explain the sudden denial and the less than detailed description, of course. But Lady Genevieve St. James wasn’t easily excitable or bubbly, at all, so that didn’t fit. Then her freckled cheeks blushed pink and she pulled her hand back. No… she couldn’t mean Bella. That was just silly. “Well, she sounds very nice, Kelly. And I am sure she will like your hair like that. It is very pretty.” |
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