Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 121
Age: 25
Physical Description: Riley Fletcher is a red-haired human standing 6 feet in height, with the body of a trained soldier. His hair has been described as "red and floppy" and his clothes always seem to be their cleanest. Cheesecake is a fairy standing 6 inches in height, wearing a pink skirt. She has short blonde hair with a tiny cowlick that never seems to go away no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Riley's normal attire includes his red armor and green-tinted plate pieces and his green scythe with an amber blade. The scythe was a gift from the archfey themselves. Riley will be the first to admit a scythe isn't actually a viable weapon but the archfey, living in another plane of existence and having no idea what humans consider weapons, gifted him one thinking that because "it's super awesome-looking" it must be a proper weapon.
He keeps a longsword and shield as a backup for when the archfey are proven wrong. Along with his weapon, Riley carries with him standard adventuring gear as well as healing potions for when they're traveling. Cheesecake's small size means she's not able to carry much more than her rapier (essentially a metal toothpick).
Registered: Aug 23, 2017 9:00:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake on Oct 30, 2017 20:38:01 GMT -8
The atmosphere was silent for a few moments. Riley looked on with crossed arms, unimpressed.
"What a surprise," Riley muttered under his breath, "The god-emperor sends a literal creature of darkness...."
He sighed and started to walk towards the forest. "Alright, well, let's get going. We'll talk strategy on the way there." He said in a louder voice, attempting to get everyone's attention. After putting away the dozen or so instruments she used to create Xel'Rath's theme song, Cheesecake fluttered back over to his side and sat on his shoulder, leaning against his head and nuzzling him.
[exit]
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
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As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Oct 31, 2017 14:52:17 GMT -8
"Actually, wait, I don't know for sure if you guys have met. I might be thinking of someone else OH GOD there it is." Jun remembered this chill from one of her previous battles, where she was allied with this creature. Jun shuddered and backed away as the dark form emerged. But at the same time, she felt guilty for contributing to the uneasiness that everyone was bound to feel around him. So she decided to try to remedy that. Using her light magic, she quickly summoned a solid white disk of light beneath her, extending a couple of meters outward. With a quick wave of her hands, a podium of light energy materialized up from the disk. Jun was now somewhat elevated from the ground and appeared ready to give a speech. For a little extra decoration, Blackbean hopped down and sat on the edge of the podium in front of Jun. "Ladies and Gentleman, dragons and fairies!" She said loudly with the tone of a circus announcer. "Jarkoopi asked for back-up, well here he is! Weighing in at anywhere from zero to 20,000 pounds, depending on his mood, I give you the creepiest, spookiest, shadowy-est and unnerving-est presence out of all Isra's allies. He is one of the heroes of Aaedan, a conflict that threatened to destroy the continent. A shapeshifter, a quake maker, and your worst nightmare at any pie eating contest. He's not the hero anyone would ask for, but he's the one we all know we need. Friends, I give you, the one, the only, XEEEEL'RAAAAAAAAAAAAATH!" Her hands flailed out, inviting everyone to bask in the presence of the creature in all its horrific glory. (Cue theme song)
Blackbean cried out, right on cue. As a crow he really added to the atmosphere of the whole presentation. The dragon in human form did not seem to find Jun’s announcement very amusing, in fact, he had some MAJOR concern about why Xel’rath existed, and why the Empress was sending him. “Riley is right, let’s start walking. Now.”Right before Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui ran off, he grabbed Jun behind the neck and steered her his way, so he could whisper to her as they walked. “Why is this… thing our ‘help?’ What sort of powers is Naoki playing with, and why does he live on this plane of existence right now? There is a reason demons such as this do not exist naturally. My gut instinct tells me to banish it to whatever realm it came from.”He’d take Jun towards the forest, hopefully Xel’rath would get the idea to follow. At a distance. <Exit>
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Oct 31, 2017 17:43:35 GMT -8
"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaayyy. Well, I tried. Let's go Blackbean." The cawed and returned to her shoulder as she stepped off. The podium and platform disappeared. "Also that was very good Cheesecake. You should make one for all of us- woah." That was the moment Jarkoopi dragged her forward.
As he voiced his concerns, Jun rubbed her neck uncomfortably. She whispered back, "Ouch... I know how you feel. But I'm pretty sure he's Grandma's apprentice. They have a similar aura too, but Grandma can hide her full strength and seem human. Maybe Xel'rath is the larval stage of Grandma's species or something. She could be his mom for all we know. But as long as Xel'rath is part of the Black Tower, it should be safe to work with him. I trust Grandma keeps tabs on him and keeps him under control."
She meant what she said. She felt she knew Grandma well enough to trust her. But her placating also came as a result of self-preservation. What she said was something she was more or less comfortable with Xel'rath overhearing. It wasn't exactly clear where Xel'rath kept his ears, after all.
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Xel'rath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: If Xel'rath has a true form, it is unknown as to what it really looks like. It can take on the appearance of anything or anyone with complete perfection.
Clothes and Equipment: None, Xel'rath can conjure anything it needs along with it's many forms.
Player's online availability : Unknown
Registered: Nov 3, 2015 18:47:56 GMT -8
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Post by Xel'rath on Oct 31, 2017 19:07:54 GMT -8
Xel'rath stood by idly, the white orbs of light among his shadowy form that indicated where his 'eyes' ought to be watching as Jun announced his presence and Riley played a song. It was a rather curious event to Xel'rath, who didn't seem to understand the purpose of it all. After all, it didn't seem to serve any practical use to him, and might alert enemies, he wouldn't say anything now though, as he sensed no one else nearby.
He did hear everything Jun and Jarkoopi said, however, as his awareness extended beyond the physical manifestation he presented before them, and thus knew about everything going on around him in quite a large radius.
Xel'rath would nod in response to Riley's suggestion to get going, his dark head bobbing up and down ever so slightly before he followed him.
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Post by The Erstonian Order on Nov 1, 2017 14:39:34 GMT -8
The village within the territories of @helmfirth would see on the horizon a lone horseman going over to it. He was when getting closer quite visibly a Priest wearing the notorious black garb and having the same optimistic yet hardened expression they ought to. As he got closer he dismounted, and started walking along with his horse being pulled along by a rope. He'd await some sort of welcome, and would wait for maybe a minute or so if he didn't receive one. If not then he'd take off a small podium strapped to the horse, put a book on it, and wait for a little more people to assemble, before he began to speak.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2017 6:14:53 GMT -8
The man wouldn't have to wait very long - there were a number of farmers and ranchers that were tending to field and livestock, so they were out and about. Plus, it was clear that something, maybe a dragon, had laid siege and destruction to parts of the large village, though more surface damage than actual wrecking of homes.
An older man, bent over in age with what little hair he had left already a soft white, hobbled near while leaning on his walking staff - trying to dip lower in a polite bow despite how his frail form trembled. Needless to say, two young men armed with nothing more than worn swords at their hips were nearby to watch out for their elder, especially after recent happenings.
"Good day to you, sir. I say welcome; please don't mind the mess." The old man wheezed a cheery chuckle despite everything, waving a frail hand to the damage being mended in the lively place. "I am the elder of the village - is there something I could help you with, sir?"
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Post by The Erstonian Order on Nov 4, 2017 14:17:53 GMT -8
@helmfirth
The Priest smiled to the old man, nodding as he finished speaking. "I see much has befallen your town, sire. This is exactly what you could help me with. You see, not far off some men have landed. Soldiers mostly, but missionaries and other workers amongst them. We are the Erstonian Order, and we are here to liberate you." With that, he'd pause to let the man take in the possible ramifications of his words and go on. "The Aristocracy will die. The old folk - vampires, harpies, werewolves, witches, and the comrades of them - will be exterminated once and for all. You have an excellent opportunity now, you may join us. We offer glory, salvation, peace, prosperity. A community that is safe, friendly, kind. Yet, we have few demands as a response. All you have to do is to use one day of the week for practice with the blade and bolt with we shall provide so that you may one day defend yourself independently, that you give our men access to this land, and that if any foul fiend goes to this village you will aid us in smiting it down."
The Priest breathed in some more air, and turned to the greater scene at large. "All this is your's. Or rather, it should be. Yet, by the hand of your foul lords it is not. We want to aid you in making sure it is. We shan't press any taxes upon you, yet we shall build roads and give you agricultural implements, whatever the community needs to grow and live happily. We shan't govern you, unless you desire us to intervene. However, secular governance is all your's. All we demand of you is that you let us help. Just let us help you." Hopefully, the man was sold.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2017 8:22:11 GMT -8
The elder chuckled something grim and shook his weak head wearily from side to side, as if what the Priest had said was foolishness. But he waited until the whole offer was on the table before speaking.
"Do forgive an old man, sir, but you are looking to fight an unwinnable war..."
He would glance to the young men nearby, and gesture them to shoo as he turned to hobble along - hopefully with the priest fellow following. "This... this Aristocracy, you say. I can't say I'm familiar with it, but I can only guess that something bigger and far more cruel than the Warden and her foul beings involving this Aristocracy lies beyond the forest." He would stop and gesture with a wide sweep of his staff hand across the trees that ran from north to west, as far as one could see on the horizon. "Are my worst fears confirmed, good sir...?"
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Post by The Erstonian Order on Nov 15, 2017 16:51:06 GMT -8
The Priest grimaced a little at the mention of an unwinnable war. That's what they always said, until they lost a son or daughter. Admittedly, the Priest himself wasn't personally touched by evils that could be avoided with war, but he saw others that were and upon losing something they always called for war. It was only a matter of time before some bloodsucker shredded a relative of this man for entertainment, but he hoped it didn't have to come to that. "Unwinnable? You do not know what you face yet you say it is unwinnable?" With this the Priest stood a little taller and despite being the same man broadened his shoulders, taking up a proud and dignified posture. "The warden? I hazard to imagine what you refer to, I imagine he is part of the same devilishness that presides over these lands. The forests house much evils and beyond them are more, you are right. But have you thought of what is beyond the sea, or within your own hearts? Men will flock to the cause of burning out these evil for we know it spreads. We are going to wage war with or without you. However, you have the chance for us to protect you; either way we shall walk along this village because it is similar to a route we plan to march on. When the dark-kin seek retribution upon you, would you prefer us to protect you or to be far off doing naught for your cause? You are correct there is much evil, but the amount of good elsewhere is greater. Join us, for your own sake."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2017 17:17:20 GMT -8
The old man listened patiently, and he lifted his head to look up to the man - eyes closed in a weary, yet cheerful squint.
"Please do understand, good sir, I'm not turning down your offer. Not at all. Ever since I was a boy I've watched my poor village tremble at night in fear of the Warden raiding by and stealing away our young men and women... even children..."
His expression fell further as he spoke of such terrible tales. "This, this state of things has gone on for many, many years. I've managed to last this long, two years shy of 60, and you are not the first to come through here and wage war against the Warden and her monsters...
"I'm just afraid for my people, good sir. And I fear for you, and those you represent that would seek to fight on our behalf. I fear for us all."
He would cease as he began a dry cough, shaking his frail form for a moment or two. When he was settled and quiet once more he would turn his head up once more to look at the priest. "You and your men are welcome here, sir - that is no trouble. We just have little to offer for a large number of men, and even less so after this dragon mess. But we shall try, just please be kind to us... many are wary of strangers, some afraid. After all, I can't blame them for that."
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Post by The Erstonian Order on Nov 16, 2017 7:51:04 GMT -8
"Fear not, sire. Many good people will die for this. Many of our Order shall March... and be torn to shreds, I am to be blunt and honest. But, many of the evil will fall and slowly we will advance. It has already happened, we have already engaged the enemy, and won! We raise fortifications and while slowly, we progress. Men must take back their birthright." As he finished he took a pause staring into the distance and listening motionless.
Then he turned to the man, give a smile and genuflected. "You only believe you have nothing to offer. But your inspiration, your village being our hope and dream to save is enough to rally men behind; to gather an army. Simply allowing us passage and trade if you so desire is enough as I said We merely demand that you men-folk take time to learn the art of the blades which we will provide. If they wish to join the fight, we will naturally take them in but we shall have no conscription. We do not need warriors who don't want to fight. Any supplies we need we will purchase at a price competitive. We want to being prosperity, not poverty." With that he stood again, burning himself off and taking a more business ready expression. "Tomorrow some Knights, soldiers and builders will arrive with pack-horses and carts. They will begin work on a palisade and more homes, they also will bring much seed for more crisp they shall sow. They will also have blades and crossbows, even a ballista to deploy. Will the populace of the village be ready to start learning to defend themselves tomorrow?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2017 8:40:18 GMT -8
Something of a light sparkled in the old eyes of the weary man at the priest's words, and he would reach out a hand in hopes of taking his own in a gentle shake - like a friend rather than a businessman.
"Some of our young lads have a little skill with swords - they try to defend us, though they have no real teachers. We don't have any warriors left among us. I think many of them would be very happy to learn from real knights. And they would be happy to help build walls if it will help defend us. Many of the women and wives and daughters would love a hand in the field, and will help till more earth for more farms. I think if you and your men would come and try to help us, I think you might wish to stay."
Something of an excitement was coming into the old man's tone, and he seemed much more chipper the further he spoke. "Oh, I think this might be splendid. And if you've builders to help, we might expand a bit more to make all of you comfortable. Repair things, build more homes and farms. Dare I say, maybe Acrine Village might become the place it once was, long ago. I would die happy to see that, my friend... ahh..."
As the elder swayed on his feet, having exhausted his energy in his excitement, one of the young men from before would approach - coming to stand beside the frail man and look at him carefully. Then something of a hopeful expression would turn up to the priest from that lad. "... I don't know what you've been talking about, but I'll wager it's something of good news. I haven't seen the old man smile like that in a while."
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Post by The Erstonian Order on Nov 19, 2017 17:59:00 GMT -8
The Priest pursed his lips at the response of the elder. It was good to say the least, the only issue would be living up to the expectations of the people. In theory all would be done as promised but if the caravan with the men would have the bridge it was to cross broken for example, or as they slept wolves and other beasts would ravage the produce to be brought then issues could arise. For now it was hoped there'd be none of that but as time went on and conflict with the dark forces of @helmfirth would grow hotter, it may well be. "The old days will even be surpassed." he said, leaning in to whisper to the old man before he was taken away.
As the younger menfolk came around a more bright face appeared on the Priest. "He heard very good news! Tomorrow, a new chapter in your life. Tomorrow... Freedom!" the Priest said as he starting walking off where he came from with his hands outstretched. "Tomorrow, a new life!"
With that, tomorrow would come the convoy marked already in the distance with the banners bearing the burning cross. Several horned Knights were at either side defending ordinary Sergeants and crossbowmen along with Clerics and civilians. Horses, normal and divine were going along with some pulling carts or ploughs and assorted farming implements. In the centre, the promised ballista and a large statue on a wagon....
They were here, and they'd get to work immediately.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2017 8:05:50 GMT -8
The Erstonian OrderThe priest left a hopeful uproar in his wake upon his leave for the evening. And, indeed, the morning brought a new day and dawn in more than just the rising sun. The village was eagerly waking with that new day and waited in anticipation for the arrival of their saviors. And they were just as eager to set to work - prepping the farms and tending to the ones already sowed. The women were already trying to make living arrangements as comfortably as they could for those coming. The children chased after the horses with glee, waving their own carved, wooden figurines of those very same animals. Yet there was more - there was a need to start making preparations to fortify this bustling village for a military standard. This was something not one resident of Acrine really understood, but were equal parts nervous and excited to assist with. All the while, the elder hobbled around with a spring in his step - probably the most energetic he had been in years.
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