Lhesa
Established
Roleplay posts: 34 
Registered: Aug 17, 2017 12:11:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lhesa on Aug 19, 2017 19:55:12 GMT -8
Located on the southern shore of the island, the docks are the main entrance to the city. Ships sail in and out of the city day, bearing goods and travelers from faraway lands. Fast-moving warships patrol the harbor, and siege engines are mounted on watchtowers overlooking the water.  Once ashore, the Watch keeps an eye on comings and goings, but it is easy enough to blend into the crowd for anyone not causing immediate trouble or bringing in a cart of goods. [Individuals entering or leaving the city of Lhesa by sea must post here upon arrival at the docks. Anyone loading or unloading cargo, bringing an NPC guard force, or acting as the official envoy or representative of another nation need to wait for a response, all others may proceed into the city freely.] |
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Layla Rashmi
Committed
Roleplay posts: 54 
Physical Description: An attractive woman, apparently in her middle thirties, with deep midnight blue eyes and thick, black hair that falls past her hips in a silken curtain. Almost reaching five feet tall, she has a strong, muscular frame and generous curves obvious even strapped down beneath plate armor. Her skin is smooth and pale like a porcelain doll, though she pinkens in the sun and freckles in the summer.
Her voice is a smoky contralto, calling to mind whispers in the night in its pitch and timbre regardless of the volume. She speaks with a rough accent, strongly implying a lowborn lineage and street education. The glint of razors strapped to her boots reinforces the image, despite her pleasant smile.
Braided into her hair so that it hangs below and just behind her left ear, and held in place with a column of deep blue beads, is a long feather, coal black on the back and banded black-and-white on the underside.
She walks with a choreographed grace, as though every step were a dance to music only she can hear, the jingling and clanking of her armor, spurs, and/or jewelry often playing audible percussion accompaniment.
Up close, one might notice the scent of the deep forest on her: leaves, rain, good soil, and wild roses. Beneath and behind, though not quite concealed by it, is the lingering smell of sweat, smoke, and blood.
Clothes and Equipment:
When out and about, Layla is most often seen in plate armor with a long, white, high-collared coat over it. Slung low on her left hip is a pair of massive hand-and-a-half swords, clearly a matching set, one with a guard and pommel in steel grey, the other trimmed in gold. On her right hip hangs a heavy steel warhammer.
Registered: Jul 18, 2017 19:59:46 GMT -8
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Post by Layla Rashmi on Aug 24, 2017 4:03:05 GMT -8
The Leo beat the storm to Lhesa, but only just. The crew barely had time to secure the ship to her moorings before the rains hit. These summer squalls rarely lasted wrong, and Layla suggested the crew batten down the hatches and wait it out.
Then she cheerfully ignored her own advice and jumped from the deck to the dock, skipping and dancing away through the pouring rain.
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-Deleted-
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Registered: Jul 18, 2017 23:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by -Deleted- on Aug 24, 2017 8:48:15 GMT -8
Circe followed along - though not before retrieving her things from below deck. She didn't have much in the way of material things - arms, armor, and a few changes of clothes was about the sum of everything she owned. Once she'd gathered her things, she left the ship to follow Layla rather than heed her advice - maybe out of some worry the other woman would find trouble if left unattended.
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Thalric Dale, Paladin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 60
Age: 37
Physical Description: -----------------------
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One would think that the tall fellow, some inches over six feet in height, would be intimidating. The scars on his face, the blinded left eye, the battered full plate armor and beaten shield. He has a warrior's physique, though he does not have the hulking mass one would attribute to paragons of battle.
The gentle smile wipes any doubts away.
Thalric moves with militant readiness, those habits deep in his bones. His coal black hair and sky blue eye mark his as a commoner, though he has long since lost the lower-class accent to something middling, bridging the gap between merchant elite and nobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Blessed Longsword // Holy sword
Enchanted Plate Armor and Steel Shield // Improved sturdiness and resilience against weapons
Enchanted Dire Wolf Cloak // Grants protection (not immunity) from the cold
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Player's online availability : Mornings, mostly. Early afternoons.
Registered: Aug 30, 2017 12:21:32 GMT -8
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Post by Thalric Dale, Paladin on Aug 31, 2017 10:09:37 GMT -8
The better part of two weeks aboard a seafaring vessel had finally come to a close as the gangplank was lower, passenger and crew alike disembarking into the relative heat of Lhesa. Among them the paladin, his gear stowed in his pack, chainshirt and breastplate atop his faded tabard the armor he opted to wear that day rather than his entire set.
It was quite the sight to take in, so very far from home, but with some quiet words to the crew and a shifting of his pack, the paladin carried onwards, his feet guided by another.
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Nisha Rashmi
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Physical Description: An attractive woman, apparently in her middle thirties, with pale blue eyes and thick, black hair that falls past her hips in a silken curtain. Standing a hair above six feet tall, she has a strong, muscular frame and the long, shapely legs of a dancer. Her skin is smooth with a light, even tan and freckles in the summer, completely free of scars and blemishes and obviously well cared-for.
Her voice is a lilting soprano, calling to mind ethereal bells in its pitch and timbre regardless of the volume. She speaks with a mild accent with a hint of Celestial tinge, strongly implying a mixed lineage and partially extra-planar education.
She walks with a choreographed grace, as though every step were a dance to music only she can hear, the jingling of her jewelry, and occasionally literal bells on her ankles, often playing audible percussion accompaniment.
Up close, one might notice the scent of the deep forest on her: leaves, rain, good soil, and wild roses.
Clothes and Equipment:
Nisha's clothes are usually light and airy, allowing freedom to move and to dance. When they aren't breezy and silky, they are sturdy and appropriate for hunting or travel in the wilds.
Registered: Jul 18, 2017 23:19:45 GMT -8
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Post by Nisha Rashmi on Sept 1, 2017 13:32:49 GMT -8
The children had decided to help with the signal flags, leaving the message of their arrival a bit muddled. It was rather like watching ten mini versions of Layla herself trying to be helpful, all with their own definition of what "helpful" was. They had at least managed to spell Rashmi correctly, and of course the ship was sailing under House Rashmi colors. It took longer than expected to corral everyone off the ship so full of excitement and anticipation.
By the time they did, Edmund was already there, waiting. Nisha allowed his wife and children first greeting, before she and Zee threw their arms around him simultaneously and started talking rapidly at once, asking how things were, what the city was like, and how Mama was. Luckily, Edmund was the one person who could actually keep up with the twins when they did this, catching all the words and answering them both. As long as they spoke normally and not in their own language, that was. That was just for them, and no one else could translate it fully, although sometimes a word or two was managed to be discerned.
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Edmund Rashmi
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Physical Description: An attractive man, apparently in his middle thirties, with deep brown eyes and a shaven head. Standing a few inches above six feet tall, he has a strong, muscular frame and the long limbs of a distance runner. His skin is smooth with a dark, clear complexion and freckles in the summer, completely free of scars and blemishes and obviously well cared-for.
His voice is a strong baritone, calling to mind the deep wilds in its pitch and timbre regardless of the volume. He speaks with a mild accent with a hint of Celestial tinge, strongly implying a mixed lineage and partially planar education.
He walks with a choreographed grace, as though every step were a dance to music only he can hear, the occasional soft whisper of clothes the only audible accompaniment.
Up close, one might notice the scent of the deep forest on him: leaves, rain, good soil, and wild roses.
Clothes and Equipment:
He usually dresses in fine robes of silk and linen when in civilized lands, often carrying books and ledgers. Out in the country, or the wilds, he dresses in sturdy, practical leathers, carrying both blade and bow as befits an experienced ranger.
Registered: Jul 18, 2017 20:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Edmund Rashmi on Sept 1, 2017 13:41:12 GMT -8
Edmund had gotten word that the rest of the family was in the harbor, and quickly made his way down to the docks. He had work to do, but not enough that he would ignore, or even delay, meeting their arrival personally. Nothing came before family, after all.
He greeted them all with hugs and kisses and the subtle, but warm smile that was as far as he generally went in displaying happiness openly. He had never been one for jumping around and shouting and laughing like so many Rashmis seemed to. Regardless, he loved them, one and all, and being with them again did lift his spirits like nothing else could.
“Alright, alright… let’s get everyone home and settled in, shall we? Momma has a special dinner all planned out. I hear it is someone’s favorite… an’ no, we didn’t let her help cook it at all.” He chuckled quietly as he said the last part, trying to herd the swarm of family back towards the house.
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Francis Bancroft de Rashmi
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 40
Physical Description: Tall and lanky, Francis is all sharp angles and freckles. He is rarely seen without a book (or seven) in his hands or on his person. He could not keep his clothes tidy if his life depended on it, much to the annoyance of the highly skilled tailors the family hires. While not outright klutzy, he is extremely awkward in both appearance and speech, a fact that is amplified when compared to the natural grace of his wife's family.
Registered: Sept 1, 2017 12:10:43 GMT -8
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Post by Francis Bancroft de Rashmi on Sept 1, 2017 13:44:53 GMT -8
Wavering unsteadily as he nearly crawled off the boat, Francis was so relieved to be back on solid ground he just... sat down for a moment on the docks. Sucking in deep breaths, he waited for the nausea to finally ease. Instead, he felt like the ground itself was moving. He was cursed. Giving up, he just lay down for a moment, willing the world to STOP MOVING. He closed his eyes, and within a minute, the sun that had been shining through his lids creating a yellow glow was blotted out by shadow. He opened his eyes to see four identical faces staring down at him.
From this angle, there was no way to tell which was his niece, Night. He could only ever tell her apart from his daughters when he could see her tail. "Daddy, are you okay?" one voice asked. Even their voices were alike. If he didn't live this life everyday, he would think the tales of House Rashmi were pure madness. Not wanting to worry the the girls, he let them pull him up to his feet.
"Yes, fine darlings. Just a little tired is all."
They stared at him a moment longer, as if to make sure he wasn't about to collapse once again, before turning around and running off to join the others.
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Zenia Rashmi
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: An attractive woman, apparently in her middle thirties, with pale blue eyes and thick, black hair that falls past her hips in a silken curtain. Standing a hair above six feet tall, she has a strong, muscular frame and the long, shapely legs of a dancer. Her skin is smooth with a light, even tan and freckles in the summer, completely free of scars and blemishes and obviously well cared-for.
Her voice is a lilting soprano, calling to mind ethereal bells in its pitch and timbre regardless of the volume. She speaks with a mild accent with a hint of Celestial tinge, strongly implying a mixed lineage and partially extra-planar education.
She walks with a choreographed grace, as though every step were a dance to music only she can hear, the jingling of her jewelry, and occasionally literal bells on her ankles, often playing audible percussion accompaniment.
Up close, one might notice the scent of the deep forest on her: leaves, rain, good soil, and wild roses.
Clothes and Equipment:
Zenia's clothes are usually light and airy, allowing freedom to move and to dance. When they aren't breezy and silky, they are sturdy and appropriate for hunting or travel in the wilds.
Registered: Jul 18, 2017 20:29:41 GMT -8
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Post by Zenia Rashmi on Sept 1, 2017 13:48:20 GMT -8
Zee laughed at the antics of the children, helping her poor husband hobble off the ship and onto the docks. The journey had been hard for him, but it was over now, and she thought he’d be staying here in Lhesa for a good long time after that. Right now, he probably intended to stay forever. Right now, in fact, he seemed like he intended to lie on his back on the dock forever. Once he was settled enough and stable, she ran over to Edmund Rashmi , throwing her arms around him and joining her sister in the boisterous greeting. Upon word of the special dinner, she let out a whoop and joined in trying to herd the children more or less in the right direction. “Anyone as runs off too far, I will eat their dessert! See if I don’t!” With another laugh, she called over her shoulder to Francis Bancroft de Rashmi, "Not you, honey! Just don't fall too far behind an' get lost, yeah?" |
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Alexandra Rashmi
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Physical Description: A woman standing at a modest 5'3, with fair skin, blue eyes and light brown hair. The way she carries herself makes it abundantly clear that she's by no means any sort of adventurer or warrior. She is, however, a fairly pleasant, bright person, friendly to most who haven't shown themselves to be rude to her or her family.
She's no great beauty, more on the plain side than anything. If time and effort were to be invested in her appearance, she wouldn't seem too out of place among the upper class, but she seems to forgo finery in most situations, reserving it for more formal affairs.
Registered: Sept 1, 2017 22:19:16 GMT -8
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Post by Alexandra Rashmi on Sept 1, 2017 23:11:04 GMT -8
Alexandra was glad to finally be off the boat, quickly pacing over toward Edmund when she spotted the man, greeting him with a hug and a kiss, squeezing her arms around him a moment before releasing and stepping away so that he could talk and greet the rest of the family.
"I'd really like to get inside again, somewhere on land, this time. I'm not sure I'll ever get used to sailing like all of you are. Erm, most of you, I mean..."
She was in fairly good spirits, even more so now that they were all on the docks and away from the ship. She looked over toward Francis, apparently sad for the man. It was clear he took the journey the roughest. She watched as the man returned to his feet, but her gaze quickly moved on to the children as they scampered away, and then to Zenia when the woman spoke up. Her lip quirked as she watched her try to wrangle the children toward the house before she stepped over to try and help.
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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 Sept 3, 2017 17:59:43 GMT -8
Riley stepped off the boat, shading his eyes from the sunlight as he looked around at the city.
"So this place is brand new?" He said to seemingly no one. On his head Cheesecake had somehow set up a lounging chair, laying back with a tiny fruity drink and sunglasses. Each movement of Riley's head did little to unbalance her. Riley began to head towards the main city.
"Well, let's see what kind of trouble we can't into...."
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Lhesa
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Registered: Aug 17, 2017 12:11:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lhesa on Sept 3, 2017 20:04:53 GMT -8
As Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake strode along the docks, they grabbed the attention of a couple of members of the watch that were checking on the cargo being unloaded from a ship. Adventurers were common enough in Lhesa, but Riley's striking armor and large scythe stood out from the crowd. They pointed him out to each other, talking among themselves, then they whole group laughed. One called over in his direction, “If you’re here to mow the jungle, friend, it’s about damned time. You was supposed to be here nine hundred years ago!” The guards laughed again, offering a more or less friendly wave, then returned to their business of checking crates being loaded onto the docks. |
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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 Sept 4, 2017 0:31:44 GMT -8
Riley looked at them with a raised eyebrow before realizing they were referring to his scythe. He scoffed and rolled his eyes before heading into the city with a smirk.
[exit]
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 4, 2024 13:05:58 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2017 6:03:48 GMT -8
Voidclaim has spent whatever little gold he had left in these dire times on the next ship sailing towards this newly discovered city of myth. He depended on the financial opportunities that would obviously be available there, but he didn't really care about money. He cared about the adventure, the exciting experiences to be had and mysteries to be unsolved. He wanted to seek whatever could unlock his full potential, items of power and new abilities. Who knows what does this city hide, what did the people of Lhesa know that others did not? What has brought this once prosperous city to its knees and left only destruction in its wake? Surely there was something that would help him reach his goals.
So, when he heard of the discovery of Lhesa he set out immediately. The voyage was uneventful, except for all of the merchant ships overwhelming the sea route. After a little more than a week, he has arrived in the city. Already he has been offered many tasks, but he wanted to explore first. The city itself was a sight to bear, never in his life had Voidclaim seen such rich, beautiful constructs, even if they were a little destroyed. While sightseeing, Voidclaim has picked up rumors of a shrine located in a nearby jungle. It could be reached quite easily through one of the city gates. He thought that it should be worth checking out. It became his new destination, for the better or worse.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 4, 2024 13:05:58 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2017 10:51:53 GMT -8
Voidclaim decided to sail away from the city of Lhesa. He thought that there was just too much happening for his liking. This time around, he was clever not to spend a single gold coin from his pouch, but take off with the first benevolent merchant that offered free voyage.
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Valisaria
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 53, baerly an adult by dragon standards.
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The image above shows her appearance perfectly.
Snout to tail Valisaria is just over 60 feet (roughly 19 meters) long. Her six wings grant her wing span of roughly 280 feet (85 meters). Relatively small compared to other dragons, she could actually enter a city street without much issue.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Aug 22, 2017 15:40:16 GMT -8
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Post by Valisaria on Sept 14, 2017 9:21:30 GMT -8
A dragon approached the city, flying above the watch towers and warships. She was following her nose and there were many strange and mouthwatering smells coming from the city. She angled her feathered wings and brought herself closer to the water, barely above the height of the watchtowers.
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