City of Mithlonde
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Post by City of Mithlonde on May 12, 2017 8:21:49 GMT -8
The City of Mithlonde is an ancient Elven city, home to a dwindling population of elves, who are beset on all sides by constant threats. The city, once prosperous, was the seat of a massive empire, laid to waste by the Cataclysm, and hordes of enemies that took advantage of the weakness of the Elves. The remaining Elves are a dour lot, angry at the hand that fate dealt them and determined to survive by almost any means necessary. Mithlonde sits above a great chasm, opened by the cataclysm that swallowed half the city, including the massive noble houses that once ruled over their Empire. The rest of the city was secured to the rock face, by ancient magics that have to be renewed once every ten years. The gates and exterior portion of the city defenses look out over the land approaches to the City, guarded by the vigilant Elven Warriors and Rangers. The city itself still shows the magnificence of a bygone age, with great spires atop massive, elegantly constructed towers. Everything is constructed to a geometric precision that many modern architect-mages would struggle to match, but the secret of their construction is long gone. Parts of the city are fallen into disrepair, having been destroyed in sieges or lost to the ravages of time, the remaining Elves doing all they can to stop further decay, reconstruction of anything non-critical almost impossible. The outskirts of the city feature many of these ruins, the only real life here found amongst the Elven Guards who patrol the walls and gates of the City. In the interior of the city, life continues to the best that it can. Taverns and Inns are prominent, as are training fields, for all of the Elves are required to serve in times of dire need. Great murals are painted along the streets, and the farms that support the city are located beneath the ground, ancient magics providing the crops with all they need to survive. Attacks on the city or its patrols are almost weekly in occurrence and some new threat rears its head almost annually. Getting to the city is difficult enough, for the guard patrols do not range as far as they used to, and the trails have fallen into disrepair, plagued by bandits and orcs, or other such creatures.
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2017 8:33:46 GMT -8
Along the once-great roads walked a lone figure- a human woman of fairly short stature wearing a red tunic and matching cloak to cover her face. She meandered quietly through the streets, her eyes on the ground as though lost in thought. She looked up to view the beautiful murals and crumbling buildings, every once in a while looking around at her surroundings to take it all in. Indeed, she had never seen anything quite like this place before. As her eyes fell on the ruins of the one-great city, all she could say out loud was a single sentence:
"Where the fuck am I?!"
Confused, she pulls out a map of another continent entirely and began to peruse its contents, turning the map to different angles with a raised eyebrow as if that would give her information she seeked.
"I don't get it, I was in Gauldin, like, five minutes ago, where am I now?" She said to herself. Eventually she gave up in a huff and wandered to the edge of the city to view the massive valley below. She immediately grabbed the nearest pole and backed up a little, so as to avoid getting vertigo.
"This is what I get for not paying attention...."
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City of Mithlonde
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Roleplay posts: 29
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Post by City of Mithlonde on May 12, 2017 8:41:12 GMT -8
That a patrol had yet to stop Kelly from wandering so close to the City was testament to its long decay, but it would only take a couple of minutes before a trio of guards: ...caught up to her. Their armor was muted, but intricate patterns could still be made out as they approached her. They came up cautiously, spears at the ready should she make any hostile moves.
"Halt! In the name of the Prince, what is your business here?"
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2017 8:48:05 GMT -8
Kelly spun around, surprised someone could sneak up on her. When questioned she responded.
"That's what I'd like to know! Actually, it depends on what's around here. I'm looking for a source of fey magic, you wouldn't happen to know of any in the area?"
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City of Mithlonde
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Post by City of Mithlonde on May 14, 2017 10:44:38 GMT -8
The Guards maintained their spear formations, the mention of a fey magic source increasing the tension.
"If you are tracking one magically, then it is in the city. What is your purpose with such a source?"
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2017 11:06:14 GMT -8
"To...find a fairy companion." She said sheepishly, shrugging a little. "It's been a dream of mine to have a fairy companion. This tiny, adorable, floating ball of magic who hangs out with me and keeps my spirits up. I figure a large source of fey magic would be the best place for...well, for fey."
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City of Mithlonde
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Post by City of Mithlonde on May 17, 2017 16:00:05 GMT -8
An amused glance was shared between the three guards, and their spears were lowered.
"We have no such creatures in the City, but perhaps one of the scholars there could point you in the right direction?"
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2017 16:01:17 GMT -8
"Done. Lead the way." She said, gesturing for him to walk. She looked around at the ruins with a curious eye.
"So...what happened here? Dragon attack?" She asked if the guards were to walk with her.
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
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The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on May 18, 2017 20:12:29 GMT -8
He ran as fast as he could through the forest, his beautiful clothes ripped, a deep gash in his cheek. His crown -- his crown was gone, and behind him, three more Rondi men followed -- his personal guards. They had lost the horses, and the rest of the party had stayed behind to fight and defend and die with honor.
Anything to keep the Prince of Rondon alive. This had been a bad idea. A terrible idea. And Rafael, who had thought he was so full of courage, was instead full of fear. "Keep running, your highness!" urged a man behind him. There were no trails around them, and they'd been ambushed.
The Rondi party was at the mercy of whatever was in this land...
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City of Mithlonde
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Roleplay posts: 29
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Post by City of Mithlonde on May 20, 2017 10:19:50 GMT -8
@banditkelly The guards led her down roads, which were still maintained, even if the buildings around them were not. "Time and the Cataclysm did this, constant warfare kept us from fixing it," came the curt reply from the guard. Crown Prince Rafael VinicioNumerous shapes flitted past them on each side, as a half dozen spear and shield armed guards seemed to materialize out of the woods before them. The orcs chasing the Rondi had been being hunted by this small party for days, following a similar ambush of a guard party earlier in the week. Three dozen orcs were baying for blood, having dealt with the rearguard and gaining ground on the fearful humans. Arrows began to rain down on the orcs, the leader taking two to the chest as the front of his charge collapsed. The orc casualties were light, but the suddenness of the attack caused confusion and the leader beat a hasty, albeit temporary, retreat. With the orcs driven off, A robed figure stepped from between the guards. "Go, chase them down and find their camp, we shall deal with them tomorrow," the mage ordered the shadows in the trees, who immediately followed after the orcs. The mage's attention then turned towards the Rondi. "What happened? Are there any more of you left?"
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2017 11:27:50 GMT -8
@banditkelly The guards led her down roads, which were still maintained, even if the buildings around them were not. "Time and the Cataclysm did this, constant warfare kept us from fixing it," came the curt reply from the guard. "Ah, yeah, I understand you. I tend to let my place get all cluttered too. So I take it you don't get many visitors then? A shame, even in disrepair this place is gorgeous."
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
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The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on May 28, 2017 19:43:11 GMT -8
The elves came from the woods to save their asses, but the Rondi guards immediately came around Rafael. They drew their swords, and while they looked like they had a rough go of it, it did not seem as if the fight had left them. They would fight, and defend, and protect, until every last one of them was dead before they'd allow the Crown Prince to be taken.
"Ambush," barked one of the men, his Rondi accent thick on his Common. "We spread out to confuse them and kept running." No mention of who it was they were protecting, although even without his crown, it would be easily gleaned that the young teenager at the center of their circle was someone worth great importance.
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City of Mithlonde
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Roleplay posts: 29
Registered: May 7, 2017 12:14:25 GMT -8
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Post by City of Mithlonde on May 29, 2017 9:23:42 GMT -8
@banditkelly "Very few survive the journey, and this city was once far more splendid. To see it again in all its majesty...many would give their life to return it to its former glory, and many more have given their lives just to keep what we have." Crown Prince Rafael VinicioThe elves made no threatening moves, though the mage leading them nodded in acknowledgment of their statement. "Did any others make it out? These woods are not safe, not anymore. Many horrors lurk amongst these trees, especially at night." The mage realized they were protecting the boy, and that he was important. Whether the orcs realized it was more important, for if they smelled such a prize they would be all that more persistent in their attacks. "Did the orcs know who you were?"
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
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The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on May 29, 2017 13:12:01 GMT -8
The way the mage spoke and comported himself didn't seem like he was threatening, but the guards couldn't be too cautious. Their blades were still live in their hands, their gazes still sharp on the faces and environment around them, while at their center, Rafael remained mute.
The man who had spoken before spoke again. "Perhaps," he answered, truly not knowing the answer and not wanting to inform someone he didn't know about the numbers they had with them. "No," he then answered when the Mage wondered if the orcs knew of their identity. "We did not travel with emblems or banners."
After all, they had the Crown Prince of Rondon with them. To advertise would be folly.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2017 16:37:48 GMT -8
@banditkelly "Very few survive the journey, and this city was once far more splendid. To see it again in all its majesty...many would give their life to return it to its former glory, and many more have given their lives just to keep what we have." "Yeah, I can relate on that last part...." Kelly continued to follow in silence, every once in a while taking a gander at the ruined city. Even in its dilapidated state she enjoyed its splendor.
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City of Mithlonde
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Roleplay posts: 29
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Post by City of Mithlonde on May 29, 2017 16:50:10 GMT -8
Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio"Then I doubt the orcs will be overly zealous in their follow-on attempts. I will ask that you come with us to the city though, for your own safety. We shall deal with them tomorrow, and retrieve what remains of your possessions." The mage's tone indicated that this was only a request, if the Rondi wished to continue traveling on their own, the elves would not stop them from doing so. @banditkelly "You are from a ruined city as well then?"
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2017 14:36:14 GMT -8
"Oddly enough, yeah." She replied, turning to face the guard. Her face was sincere but not pained.
"Not as great as this place is, but my village was destroyed in a fire when I was young. I was the only one that escaped because I was the only one with enough common sense to flee a dragon attack."
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
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The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on May 30, 2017 19:25:17 GMT -8
"Who are you?" Rafael finally asked, speaking from the middle of his guards. The other guards nearby seemed the same way; cautious, paranoid, and on edge. They hadn't dropped their guard, unsure of whether they faced friend or foe.
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City of Mithlonde
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Roleplay posts: 29
Registered: May 7, 2017 12:14:25 GMT -8
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Post by City of Mithlonde on Jun 2, 2017 11:14:05 GMT -8
@banditkelly "Some would rather die then see their homes burned down, we understand this thinking, or we would not struggle to fight for this city." Crown Prince Rafael VinicioThe mage looked at him with curiosity for a moment before answering. "I am Seer Darnir, and these are my guards. We hail from the City of Mithlonde. I would now ask you the same question."
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
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The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on Jun 2, 2017 11:47:29 GMT -8
The Rondi guards glanced between each other, and Rafael shared in the look. One of them -- the one who had spoken most nodded his head, but then slid his dark Rondi eyes back to the elf in front of them.
"I am Rafael," the Prince said to the Seer, for now not using the title. He did not have a crown, yet he wore wealthy (if now dirty) clothing. They could assume that he was someone important, but he was smart enough not to hand them over the information that would make him a ransoming chip against his mother. "These are my friends, Samuel, Roland, y Filip," Rafael said, his Rondi accent slipping into his tone.
"Will you give us shelter?" It was on the tip of his tongue to mention that they could pay, but he didn't say anything yet. No need to be slaughtered in the middle of this god-forsaken forest.
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