Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Mar 1, 2020 16:35:53 GMT -8
Taking another puff from her pipe, Strålende might note this time it seemed the smoke was beginning to take shape. Into what wasn’t clear, but it certainly wasn’t moving in a natural way.
“Your magic was suppressed for two reasons. Firstly, I didn’t want you to give my guards the slip before we spoke. Secondly, I was hoping you might notice the difference yourself, but it seems my expectations in that regard were perhaps too high…” Shrugging at Strålende’s final accusations, Grandma waved her hand dismissively.
“If I wanted to do such a thing, it would have already happened. I brought you here to extend an invitation to you. I have gathered a number of magically adept young ones from far and wide. You meet the requirements and should you perhaps wish to discover more about yourself, it is a priceless opportunity. However, I’m not sure if you’d be cut out for it after speaking to you…” Fixing Strålende with an appraising look, Grandma directed a half-shrug in her direction.
“Not even knowing about your innate potential is something that would already put you at a disadvantage compared to the others. The choice is yours to make. Continuing your life of thievery would certainly be the more comfortable option.” A devilish smile accompanied the crone’s final words as she snapped her fingers, a piece of paper materializing on the desk in front of Strålende.
“If you do wish to test your mettle, come to the Citadel on the date marked on that paper. Show it to the guards at the gate and you shall be allowed in. And if not, this is farewell. You’re free to go now, one of the Inquisitors will escort you out. Oh, and for your trouble.”
Pulling one of the rings Strålende had previously stolen off her finger, Grandma flicked it across the table towards the girl.
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Strålende Verdiløs
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 15
Physical Description: ------------
Strålende is not a large girl, possessed of slender extremities and slim body that can't weigh more than 7 stone. Yet her body and mind have been sharpened by a lifetime on the streets of Isra's slum districts, evidenced by her callused hands and lean tone, as well as a spark of willful defiance in her hazel eyes. She has a mane of dark chestnut brown hair that she keeps cut short, though despite her best efforts it remains unruly and often gets in her eyes. She has a ruddy-cheeked, girlishly attractive face, with harshly downturned eyebrows and a pair of thin, yet full lips.
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Her day to day dress is made up of mostly dull red and brown leathers, and while they are finer than most street children's dress, they are far from opulent. A thick leather set of tassets wraps around her hips and thighs, several pockets and frogges concealed beneath the leather plates to conceal small items or weaponry. A pair of old, worn furred leather boots reminiscent of Varan fashion, the only thing she has left of her homeland. She hides a pair of small, curved knives within her tassets for self defence or utility, and she has a full thief's kit complete with everything she might need to facilitate her skulduggery.
Registered: Feb 7, 2020 11:47:18 GMT -8
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Post by Strålende Verdiløs on Mar 2, 2020 15:18:59 GMT -8
Strålende gives a haughty huff in Grandma's direction, snatches up the ring and the paper, stands with a stomp of her foot and leaves without another word. She slips the paper into a hidden pocket within her jerkin along with the ring, and then turns to the guard outside the door.
"Get me out of here, red! I'm done with this nonsense!" she demands at the inquisitor. She glances aside at Leiko, wondering momentarily what fate would befall the cute catboy, but pushes that thought away. "And get this stupid bracelet off me, too!" she snarls.
"'Magic'. Bah. What a load of tripe. Though secret child soldiers is something I'd expect the Imps to do," she mutters to herself under her breath as she follows the Inquisitor out of the Empress' Eye.
When at last she's back on the streets, she scurries off in the direction her trusted appraiser to get a value on the ring so as to sell it. It wasn't the major score she'd been hoping for, but the payout might just be enough to keep warm food on her table for at least another week.
Some hours later, Strålende sits in her cozy little cellar, picking at a plate of shepherd's pie from a baker's stall sat on the ground before her. The gemwork and precious metals that the ring were made of had gone for more than Strålende expected, and so she has a fairly hefty coinpurse with which to feed and clothe herself for the next little while.
As she eats, she ruminates on the events of the day. That woman from her dream didn't turn out to be much of a saviour after all. Trying to recruit her into an army of magical child soldiers, if that really was the lady's plan, was incredibly skeevy at best, and the only incentive she'd gotten was an appeal to Strålende's pride! How foolish did the Vizier think she was? She didn't get this far by fighting every guard who called her a worthless street rat. No, she'd even taken "worthless" as her last name, in Varan. That someone so worthless could give the guard so much trouble was a dig at their own effectiveness, if anything.
Still...if she examines this opportunity through her anarchist beliefs, it could be a great way to infiltrate the Isran government, maybe cause some chaos from within. And besides, she's sure she can best whoever that old bat can throw at her. Easy.
In that case, she should make sure the Vizier's claim is legitimate. Can't go walking so willingly into a trap. Strålende sets down the wooden fork she's been digging away at the shepherd's pie with and focuses upon it, closing her eyes.
She reaches out with her mind in a way she's not totally certain she ever has before -- surely not intentionally, anyway -- and all at once she can feel the floor, the fork, the pie...everything in the room, in a deeper sense than even if she were making physical contact.
She focuses her mind upon the fork, and wills it to rise. She feels the vibrations of the particles as they struggle to defy gravity, and then feels the air above the fork part as it begins to slowly, steadily begins to levitate until it's eye-level with the thief girl. She's doing it! She's actually doing it! Maybe there was something to all that magic talk after all.
Then, the vibrations reach a peak and the fork bursts into flame, causing Strålende to leap to her feet in a fright, and kick the flaming piece of wood across the room, where it bounces off the wall and into her wash basin, staining the water black as the fire is extinguished in a puff of smoke.
Well, that would need some work. But still, it's an exciting development, and if she works at it, she's sure she'll become the best magical person ever! And maybe even make some great scores along the way. It's resolved then, she'll join the Vizier's little pet project, if only for the cash flow that might follow, and the opportunity to infiltrate Isra's innermost workings.
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Leiko
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 16
Physical Description: Leiko stands at 5’7 and weighs 132 pounds. Hair is a light brown and usually long and unruly. Fur on ears matches hair color. He has dark brown symmetrical markings under each eye, his eyes themselves being a pale green. His build is on the leaner side but not unhealthily so.
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Clothes and Equipment: His clothing of choice is usually a combination of loose-fitting shirts and trousers, with a cloak thrown over them should the situation call for it. The clothes are usually dark greens or grays given their benefit of both blending in better and hiding dirt better! He has a pair of well-made leather boots that look very worn in. Carries a pack with basic survival supplies in it. Has several daggers hidden away for self-defense.
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Registered: Feb 8, 2020 6:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Leiko on Mar 5, 2020 1:51:34 GMT -8
It was nearly a week after he had been forcibly brought to this place… And yet here he was again, except this time of his own volition. Perhaps he was completely mad for walking back into this place, for trusting the word of that “Vizier”, but the things she’d offered him… Perhaps they’d all been lies, but if there was even a shred of truth in them he simply had to try his luck.
As promised, when shown the paper the guard at the gate had escorted him into the Empress’s Eye, and from there a clerk had brought him into the room he was currently in. Compared to the rest of the complex, it was rather plain. It was made of the same polished stone and had vaulted ceilings, but save for a few tables and chairs, the sprawling room was completely lacking in any furnishings.
It wasn’t lacking in people though. The murmured whispers and hushed tones of the other candidates filled it. So far there were perhaps twenty others here besides him, all of them appearing to be around his age. A handful had begun to gather in small groups while the rest, like him, stood alone. According to the Vizier, everyone except him and that girl he’d been with had come here of their own volition. And in the end, even he was here for this “test” of his own free will.
Noting that there were several of the robed Inquisitors standing around the room’s edge, Leiko searched for any sign of the Vizier. After scanning the room several times, he concluded she simply hadn’t arrived yet. For now, there was nothing to do but wait… That girl, her name was Strålende? He wondered if she had decided to come to this. He didn’t know her at all really, but in a place like this, even the face of an acquaintance was better than nothing.
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Nine
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 16
Physical Description: Nine has long straight black hair, and deep blue eyes, framed by a face with angular features. She is tall for her age and has a slender build.
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The clothes she wears are in pristine condition. She wears simple cloth clothing that is pure white in color.
Registered: Apr 29, 2019 19:25:37 GMT -8
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Post by Nine on Mar 12, 2020 22:14:02 GMT -8
Nine had been in Isra for a few days now. She had been staying in the Citadel under the watch of Grandma, at least that’s what the strange old lady called herself. Shortly after teleporting to the city, Grandma had placed an enchantment upon Nine, dampening her rampant magic so that her pursuers from her old home out to recapture her could no longer find her. Despite this, however, Nine was somewhat nervous it wouldn’t be enough - she hadn’t slept very much the last couple of days. She spent most of her time watching the commotion of the city from where she stayed in a small, but well furnished room, high up in one of the towers of the Citadel. Nine had never seen a city before and marveled at the sheer amount of activity that went on - before a few days ago she had only seen at most twenty people together at once.
Now, however, she found herself in the same polished stone room as Leiko, though she stood at the far end of it, isolated from the other groups. Her eyes scanned around the room, careful not to make eye contact as she did and her ears listened, eavesdropping on whatever conversation she could. The others seemed to be around her age and to Nine, this is where the similarities between her and them ended.
Through her eavesdropping she could hear some of them exchanging names, or talking about various topics Nine could only guess were related to living within the city. Nine took in and processed all of this, her mind chugging along at a frantic pace to devise several scenarios of what could possibly happen should one of them approach her - most of them just seemed like various worst case scenarios.
One thing her thoughts immediately went to were the names. She had heard a few of them, and none of the others' names were just a number like her's. How would they react if she told them her name was Nine? It didn't even seem like a name, but her old home was so different compared to this place that she had never thought she needed a better name than Nine until now.
She wondered if they would make fun of her if she told them her name... and if she should try and make up a different name if they asked, or maybe she should say she didn't have one? No, bad idea.
Maybe she could try and think of a name before that happened? Maybe that would work… and then her mind veered off on another path now frantically turning over many possible names she could go by from here on out - but then she realized she hadn't a clue of what made a good name. The others she grew up with in her old home... their names were numbers too after all.
After a few tense seconds, Nine concluded - she couldn't possibly think of a name that wouldn't sound stupid, and any moment now someone might wander over and try and talk to her. Now Nine was quite anxious, and nothing even happened yet. She could only hope the tests would start soon.
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Leiko
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 16
Physical Description: Leiko stands at 5’7 and weighs 132 pounds. Hair is a light brown and usually long and unruly. Fur on ears matches hair color. He has dark brown symmetrical markings under each eye, his eyes themselves being a pale green. His build is on the leaner side but not unhealthily so.
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Clothes and Equipment: His clothing of choice is usually a combination of loose-fitting shirts and trousers, with a cloak thrown over them should the situation call for it. The clothes are usually dark greens or grays given their benefit of both blending in better and hiding dirt better! He has a pair of well-made leather boots that look very worn in. Carries a pack with basic survival supplies in it. Has several daggers hidden away for self-defense.
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Registered: Feb 8, 2020 6:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Leiko on Mar 22, 2020 23:53:24 GMT -8
Leiko waited alone anxiously for several minutes, keeping his eyes peeled for the arrival of Strålende. However, so far there was no sign of the girl. Perhaps she had declined the Vizier’s offer? It wouldn’t surprise him, in his brief encounter with her it was quite obvious she disliked authority figures immensely. Deciding he’d rather strike up a conversation with someone than remain alone, he scanned the room for someone approachable looking.
He could try to join one of the groups that were mingling, but there were also a few lone people as well. Eyes resting on Nine, Leiko decided he’d approach her. She didn’t look particularly imposing and… Well, that was really the main reason he’d chosen her. Shuffling quietly towards the girl, Leiko took a quick survey of his surroundings before addressing her hesitantly, a sheepish smile on his face.
“Umm, I saw some people seemed to already be forming groups and since you are alone… How’d you feel about working together on this test? I mean, I don’t actually know if this test allows us to help each other, but if it does… Oh, and my name is Leiko.”
Scratching one ear in consternation at his less than stellar introduction, Leiko did his best to hide his discomfort. While his face maintained some semblance of a smile, he was unable to stop one of his ears from trembling nervously. He could already imagine the rejection he was about to get from her.
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Strålende Verdiløs
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 15
Physical Description: ------------
Strålende is not a large girl, possessed of slender extremities and slim body that can't weigh more than 7 stone. Yet her body and mind have been sharpened by a lifetime on the streets of Isra's slum districts, evidenced by her callused hands and lean tone, as well as a spark of willful defiance in her hazel eyes. She has a mane of dark chestnut brown hair that she keeps cut short, though despite her best efforts it remains unruly and often gets in her eyes. She has a ruddy-cheeked, girlishly attractive face, with harshly downturned eyebrows and a pair of thin, yet full lips.
Clothes and Equipment: ------------
Her day to day dress is made up of mostly dull red and brown leathers, and while they are finer than most street children's dress, they are far from opulent. A thick leather set of tassets wraps around her hips and thighs, several pockets and frogges concealed beneath the leather plates to conceal small items or weaponry. A pair of old, worn furred leather boots reminiscent of Varan fashion, the only thing she has left of her homeland. She hides a pair of small, curved knives within her tassets for self defence or utility, and she has a full thief's kit complete with everything she might need to facilitate her skulduggery.
Registered: Feb 7, 2020 11:47:18 GMT -8
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Post by Strålende Verdiløs on Apr 7, 2020 19:47:14 GMT -8
Leiko's concerns were, unfortunately for the guardsman escorting the tardy and still quite belligerent Strålende, unfounded. She arrives outside the doorway with a cacophony of shouts and hurled insults, nearabout tossed into the room by a guard forced to endure her presence for what felt like the longest escort of his life. She tosses an angry glare and a clumsy telekinetic strike his way, throwing her hand forward as if to punch. A weak tap of kinetic force to the collides with the guard's groin out of evidently thin air, just as he's about to close the door, and while it's hardly a devastating assault, it's enough to cause him to grunt in pain as the portal slams behind him.
"I said don't touch me!" she calls to the retreating Isran guard, before wheeling back around to face the room, face red and breath coming in ragged huffs. This climactic entrance has obviously attracted some attention, and most eyes are on her. "What?" she asks haughtily, regaining her composure and straightening her back, crossing her arms stubbornly. "He put his hand on my shoulder even though I clearly told him not to lay a finger on my person! It's not my fault he's got bad ears."
She's dressed in her usual brown leathers and crimson linens, and while they're more disheveled even than the last time Leiko saw her, it's clear they've been washed thoroughly, presumably in preparation for this test of the Vizier's making. Despite her practiced aloofness, there's an excited gleam in her eye as she moves to join the others.
Internally, she grins as she examines the other participants. These kids look more like afeared mice than powerful magi. It wouldn't even be a challenge, especially since she's been practicing nonstop since their last meeting. She's gotten to the point where she can lift a wooden chair leg without something catching fire! She's practically an expert already!
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