Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Nov 6, 2017 8:07:11 GMT -8
Roy followed with some difficulty, always on the lookout for dangerous snakes or particularly large spiders. It wasn't easy for him to keep up with Feanor, but the thought of being abandoned in this labyrinth of ruins kept him going. Once they reached the city's inner gates, however, Roy forgot his exhaustion. What was this place? The buildings were magnificent, like a shining gemstone among the pile of ruins. No wonder the elves fought so hard to defend it. If Roy lived here, he wouldn't want to give it up to the ravages of time and orcs either.
"Wow...is this where elves used to live? When was it built? I can't believe I've never heard of this place..."
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Nov 12, 2017 7:49:52 GMT -8
"I can't speak for all elves, but this did once use to be a shining beacon for elves around the world. Now...there are many who have likely never heard of it." Feanor said, sadly.
"We keep to ourselves, but a recent increase in foreign visitors has prompted some semblance of diplomatic reachout to some of the other nations we have heard about."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Dec 31, 2017 11:26:18 GMT -8
"Other nations? Where else do you go? We're a long way from Isra, I think...or maybe I'm just very lost. I really don't know where it is, but I definitely made a wrong turn somewhere. How many of you live here? Do you ever think you'll build another city like it? How old is this place, anyways? Also, do you want some chocolate?"
He offered the elf a bar of his uncle's best chocolate (with walnuts) and gazed around at the shining white spires in amazement. Who knew a place like this existed?
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Jan 2, 2018 12:20:05 GMT -8
"Chocolate?" Asked the elf inquisitively, carefully accepting the offered bar and taking a bite.
"This...this is delicious! What did you call this? Chocolate? It is superb." He stopped to take another bite before answering Roy's questions. "We mostly just trade with the Dwarves of Khaldaruhm, but I believe emissaries were sent to Isra and Rondon, following brief contact with some of their people. You are indeed a long way from your home, the diplomatic parties teleported there. The city is ancient, how old exactly is hard to determine, our scholars argue over this constantly."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 2, 2018 15:10:14 GMT -8
Roy nodded, beaming. The world was a better place when one was eating chocolate, he was sure of it. He unwrapped another bar (with caramel) and crunched on it, gazing up at the ornate city.
"My uncle makes chocolate in Isra. He has a whole shop and everything. He has chocolates, gummy candies, hard candies, lollipops...my cousin Roxanne loves lollipops. Sometimes he even makes animals out of chocolate, carves them all himself like it's marble. I don't know how he does it. I've tried carving chocolate before, and I'm ok at it, but he's really something else. If he carves a cat, it's almost as though you can count the strands of fur. He's a real artist with his chocolate. He used to be a dragonslayer too, you know."
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Jan 8, 2018 13:30:14 GMT -8
"Plenty of dragon slayers in Mithlonde. No chocolate makers. We fight so hard to survive that we have lost sight of what allowed us to live." He said sadly.
The city, while ornate, had a very distinct feeling of emptiness. The size of the city, even reduced as it was from the ruins outside of the city, seemed far too large for the people that were out and about in the midday. Any other city would have been packed with people, looking for any sort of food or business during the day. Instead, the few people present moved quickly and with purpose, and many of them were armed and armored heavily, likely guards on some sort of break.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276 
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Aug 5, 2019 17:18:51 GMT -8
If there was one thing Isra was always interested in, it was expanding their influence -- whether this meant absorbing other nations, or binding them to the Empire in some way. The former was always an option, the latter was almost as good, but it was often difficult to know which one would be the better choice. And that was where Emahra came in. An upbringing focusing on the ruling of a kingdom had left her with a vast knowledge of many things, foremost among them being diplomacy. Despite her absence of years, her return had revealed that little had changed. She could still be of use to the Empress and the Empire, and that was enough for the Elf who would have been Queen.
Not that one would know her regal lineage to look at her. She bore no fine regalia, no banners or sigils, wore no crown. Although it was, admittedly, tucked into one of her saddlebags. Didn't hurt to have something flashy on hand.. sometimes it made just the impression she needed. She appeared no more than a warrior, given the large blade at her hip, albeit one with odd companions; the white mare upon which she rode, and a massive white wolf with golden eyes that stood protectively at her side. Reining to a halt at a respectful distance from the city's gates and the guards there, the blue-haired Elf surveyed the city with open admiration, before addressing the guard.
"Hail, guardians of Mithlonde. I am Emahra Untyrid, a representative of the Isran Empire. I seek entrance to your fine city, that I may speak with your leaders."
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Aug 6, 2019 14:23:40 GMT -8
Emahra's journey for the past several miles would have taken her through the ruins of a once majestic city, one that in its prime would have dwarfed the City of Isra. Sadly, it's prime was a millennia ago, and the ruins of much of the City were infested with all manner of horrid creatures, drawn to or spawned by the horrific events that happened in the last cataclysm. The main road to the gate of what was left of the still impressive City was usually kept clear by the hard-working members of the Mithlondian military, led by the Prince Feanor.
The Guard waved back, gates swinging open. A column of spearmen marched out, not towards Emahra, but surrounding the Gate and her, preventing anything else from entering the city at the same time. An elf, clad in garb that signified his role as a mage-officer, stepped out behind the column and approached Emahra.
"Ms. Untyrid, a pleasure. I am Mage-Captain Fingolfin of Mithlonde. The Isran Empire is known to us, and you may enter. What is your business, that I may direct you to the proper authorities?"
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Aug 6, 2019 17:39:50 GMT -8
The demolished city was a sorrowful sight indeed.. partially because it made her wonder if her homeland now looked similar. She remembered clearly what Kehl-Nari had looked like when she fled, but who knew what the ravening hordes had done to it after she left? Was it no more than rubble? Shaking these thoughts aside, she turned her focus on the Mage-Captain and inclined her head in a nod of respectful greeting as she answered.
"Well met, Mage-Captain, and thank you for your gracious welcome. I have been sent to learn more of your lands and people, that Isra may extend its hand in friendship, and aid, if needed."
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Aug 7, 2019 6:19:05 GMT -8
The Mage-Captain looked sadly at the wide expanse of ruins that stretched almost to the horizon.
"Indeed. A shame Isra was not around centuries ago, when such offers were in truly rare supply." He said, no note of reproof in his voice. By Mithlondian standards, the mighty Isran Empire was only in its infancy, and they had seen many such rise and fall.
"You will wish to speak with the Archmage Council first then. They are currently in session, and are now aware of your visit. You will not need to wait long, if you would care to follow me Ms. Untyrid?" He inquired, gesturing down the road to a large citadel looming in the distance.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Aug 8, 2019 14:21:41 GMT -8
There was a very brief, but very vivid, flash of an empathetic expression across Emahra's face as she listened to the Mage-Captain's words. His sentiment was one that she understood too well. If Kehl-Nari had had aid all those years ago, whatever the threat had been, perhaps she wouldn't have been forced to flee. Now, she didn't know what had become of her people or her home.. not that it mattered, considering all of that had happened on another world. Soon, however, her face was smoothed back into that pleasantly polite, diplomatic facade.
"It is too late to have prevented the tragedy, true, but Isra has many resources, and I am certain the Empress would be glad to share them."
In return for your allegiance. The words were unspoken, and despite her feelings on the matter, very much implied. Isra could be generous, but it always came at a price. Inclining her head in a nod of understanding and thanks as the Mage-Captain stated who she would need to speak with, and offered to lead her there, Emahra dismounted her mare and approached the animal's head, taking the reins firmly in hand so that she could guide the horse as she walked, rather than riding. Not only would it have been rude, she was glad to get out of the saddle. The large white wolf trotted up to walk at her side, clearly protective of the tall, slender Elven woman.
"I am sad to say that the information Isra possesses of your people is limited. May I ask, does this Archmage Council serve as the leadership of Mithlonde?"
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Aug 18, 2019 6:13:50 GMT -8
The Mage-Captain nodded, such a lack of knowledge could only be blamed on the Mithlondians' isolationist nature for so long.
"Indeed they do, led by King Vala the Archmage Council has guided us for millennia." His tone indicated a respect for the Council, but little in the way of enthusiasm.
An armored column, led by a warrior whose royal bearing was carried with ease, stopped before the Mage-Captain, who bowed low.
"Prince Feanor, an honor. May I present Ms. Emahra Untyrid of the Isran Empire?" He inquired, his tone much different towards the Prince than it had been just moments before.
The prince smiled at the blue-haired elf woman, gesturing for the Mage-Captain to rise.
"A pleasure Ms. Untyrid, I am glad to see the Israns have reached out to us. It took me a long time to convince the Council that there was little value in our existing policies of isolation, they may finally have listened."
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Sept 7, 2019 17:25:03 GMT -8
A monarchy working in conjunction with a council. It was a fairly standard setup, and one her own homeland had been utilizing since its creation many millennia ago.. until its destruction, of course. As usual, thoughts of Kehl-Nari made Emahra's heart ache, but it was a pain that had dulled with time, and was now little more than a vague twinge. She kept the thoughts and emotions from her face as she walked alongside the Mage-Captain, only making a soft 'Hm' of acknowledgement to show she was listening and had heard what he said.
Imagine her surprise when they were suddenly approached by an armored column, and the male at its head approached them. Even before he was addressed, she knew this man must be an individual of some great standing and nobility within Mithlonde's society. It was apparent in the way he carried himself -- one royal could always recognize another. Almost instinctively, Emahra felt herself falling into old habits, drawing herself yet taller and unconsciously tilting her chin upward slightly upon hearing he was a Prince of his people. Interesting. After being greeted, she pressed her right hand over her heart and performed a small bow, inclining her head in a respectful greeting. She then straightened and met his gaze, her own unwavering, though a faint smile curved upon her lips.
"I am honored to have been permitted entrance to your home, Your Highness. It is my hope that we may be able to foster close ties between Mithlonde and Isra."
There was an edge of conviction to her tone that said the hope was more personal than political. Perhaps if Kehl-Nari had had allies like Isra, it wouldn't have been destroyed. She wanted to see Mithlonde spared the same tragic fate, and would devote herself to the task.
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Sept 19, 2019 9:56:49 GMT -8
Her bearing was far beyond that of what he remembered seeing of the Israns, very clearly there was a story to be told.
"Mage-Captain, I was on my way to deal with a shade infestation in the Northeast ruins, near the old Sunspire Citadel. If you would handle that, I will personally escort Ms. Untyrid to the Council and see through the work I began." He stated, gesturing for the column he had been leading to follow the Mage-Captain. The Mage-Captain saluted and led the armored column off towards the gate.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Sept 22, 2019 16:56:20 GMT -8
When the prince made it clear he now intended to escort Emahra himself, her eyes widened slightly in surprise. Well. To say that was unexpected was quite the understatement. Although given he'd been the one to start the process of bringing his people out into the world, perhaps it shouldn't be that surprising after all. Undoubtedly he was quite invested in making sure this all went well. With a small smile tilting her lips, Emahra led both horse and wolf out of the way of the departing column with a brisk nod of farewell to the Mage-Captain.
Maintaining a respectful distance from Feanor, she looked at him with a glimmer of amusement in her gaze as she addressed him, a mild sort of mirth that was reflected in her voice.
"I am uncertain of protocol as it pertains to your people, but I suspect I am now the recipient of a rather great honor in the form of your accompaniment, Your Highness. However, I cannot imagine this sort of thing to be even remotely as interesting as your original intent, and would take no offense should you choose to simply point me in the right direction and be on your way."
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Rosaniya Sarmoira
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 102
Physical Description: She is of average height for an elf, with long blonde locks flowing almost down to her rear, caramel eyes peering from delicate brows.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wears leathers and linen, carrying a bow with silver arrows.
Other equipment includes standard camping and cooking things.
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Registered: Feb 3, 2020 18:22:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rosaniya Sarmoira on Feb 3, 2020 21:47:05 GMT -8
She was a mere wood elf who had never set foot in a city, not even one belonging to humans. It was as she approached it that awe filled her, and the feeling of being overwhelmed. Would she even be welcomed in such a place? After all, she was dressed in leather and linen, not finery and jewels. Stories had been told to her tribe as she grew up, where high elves looked down upon wood elves.
The girl entered the city, her hood pulled up over her head and shading her lovely face from the sun. She frowned and looked behind her, contemplating turning back to leave… But curiosity had gotten to the scout. Forbidden, yes? She swallowed heavily and continued on…
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Feb 4, 2020 18:29:34 GMT -8
Whatever legends were told by her tribe about high elves may have been true long ago, but the High Elves of Mithlonde could no longer afford such bias. Of course, that was not immediately evident Rosaniya, whose first impression of the city was likely to be...disappointment. Before her stretched what once had been a massive and impressive city, but was now a seemingly endless sea of ruins. Some signs that life still existed were present, various foot prints criss-crossed the dust, most belonging to orcs, goblins, and all manner of foul creature. A perceptive enough elf, however, could detect the almost weightless imprint of elf boots in the dirt, leading deeper into the ruins of the City.
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Rosaniya Sarmoira
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 102
Physical Description: She is of average height for an elf, with long blonde locks flowing almost down to her rear, caramel eyes peering from delicate brows.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wears leathers and linen, carrying a bow with silver arrows.
Other equipment includes standard camping and cooking things.
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Registered: Feb 3, 2020 18:22:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rosaniya Sarmoira on Feb 4, 2020 19:25:28 GMT -8
The scout looked down at the dirt and gave a frown, but ventured forth anyway, catching sight of the faint tracks that looked like it could be from elves. Rosaniya slowly pulled her bow and notched an arrow, pointing it down toward the ground for the moment but keeping it at the ready should a need arise. She found herself deeper in the ruins, her eyes wide as she surveyed the place that must have been glorious in the past. She sniffed at the air and turned about, walking backwards for a breath in time.
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Feb 5, 2020 14:46:16 GMT -8
As she turned around, the faint sounds of battle drifted across her ears. The unmistakable clang of weaponry punctuated only by that sickening sound of it biting into flesh and the various shouts and orders that accompanied any fight.
Should she choose to find the battle, she would come upon a rather large ruin. On the second floor, or at least what was left of it, a small cadre of armored elves held a half dozen massive orcs at bay. The upper levels were infested by more normal sized orcs who did battle with lightly armored elves, gracefully moving among the ruined levels to pick off the frustrated orcs. Corpses of both species littered the floor, more orc than elf, but far more orcs infested the remains of this tower. Another orc, nearly double the size of those engaged on the second floor, was engaged in a ferocious duel with an elf, his battle style weaving together magic and swordsmanship in a way that clearly proved confounding to his foe.
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Rosaniya Sarmoira
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 102
Physical Description: She is of average height for an elf, with long blonde locks flowing almost down to her rear, caramel eyes peering from delicate brows.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wears leathers and linen, carrying a bow with silver arrows.
Other equipment includes standard camping and cooking things.
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Registered: Feb 3, 2020 18:22:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rosaniya Sarmoira on Feb 5, 2020 15:08:53 GMT -8
She did follow the sounds and she was not shocked to see the disgusting orcs in question. A lesser person would stop and stare, but not her. She pulled the arrow back and aimed, letting it fly toward the first orc she could see within range. Whether her arrow proved to be true or not, she would shoot toward the next closest, and the next, notching arrow after arrow and letting them fly with practiced ease. Foul beasts. She would then head up to the second floor, picking her way over the dead with light feet. A beast of an orc apprehended her and she found herself locked in battle, taking a wound to her ribs in the process. As the orc loomed over her, she felt around her until her hand closed around the hilt of a blade. When the beast lowered to grab for her, she thrust the blade up and nearly gagged as its blood splattered across her face. She rolled out of the way so it wouldn't fall upon her, and wheezed as she reached for her bow.
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