Daedalus
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Unknown - Appears to be in his 20's
Physical Description: The golden haired man is tall, standing at about 6 feet 2 inches. He appears to be built quite normally for a healthy and active adult human male. The only thing off about the man is his eyes, which are golden in color and glow faintly.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears clothes, usually. He doesn't really carry anything interesting with him, though.
Player's online availability : Fairly often
Registered: Oct 25, 2016 16:35:39 GMT -8
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Post by Daedalus on Jun 3, 2018 13:35:46 GMT -8
Suddenly, and without warning, a large explosion would tear through the arena originating right under Legatarius as he turned to leave. A large magical explosion that was purple in color. It only took fractions of a second before the fiery ball engulfed a large portion of the arena, even scorching the seating farther up above as huge amounts of magical energy was released all at once just as the extensive warding of the Oculus Solis Arena collapsed in spectacular fashion.
There was no longer any wards protecting anyone within from the explosion. Small bits of debris from the explosion would reach even as far as the streets immediately outside the arena, though most of the damage was contained to the interior of the Oculus Solis Arena near the explosion, as was the shockwave from it.
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jun 4, 2018 7:00:26 GMT -8
Nyx watched in confused horror as the ground swelled and erupted beneath Legatarius. She last saw the man rise up with it and disappear in the sand, dust, debris, and purple fire that quickly spread outward. She herself was cast back several feet and slammed painfully into the arena wall behind her. Her breath was knocked out of her, some new dents were in her armor, and a rib was cracked. She slid down the wall till her rump rested on the sand.
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Legatarius Mann
Established
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: 26
Physical Description: -----
He, like his uncle, is a giant among Aaedanians standing 6'3". His muscles are lean and toned, hiding the strength they can muster.
His hair is silver and brown, though it's not indicative of his age. It is long and kept in a pony tail. His beard is decent length and his mustache is trimmed.
His eyes glow silver, blue, or gold depending on a few factors. They are framed in prominent cheek bones and a round but gaunt face.
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Clothes and Equipment: He almost exclusively parades around in his armor. A take on classic Aaedanian armor. Plate upon his shoulders chest, arms, and shins. A wide leather belt, plated with armor replaced the classic hip armor. Under all of this is a lary of chain mail that extends down over his thighs and knees. Between the armor layers is a blue cloth tabard.
The armor is high quality steel with a layer of brass that provides its ornate look. This of course makes the armor extremely heavy but to Legatarius its next to nothing.
He now wields his familial blade reforged for him. Now it's form is a very thick and wide blade. Its edge is honed but it is still more like a club than a sword. Its very useful for penetrating armor, as any mace or club would be. Its cross guard and pummel are brass and a brass lion is molded onto the fuller.
The weapons magic abilities are to eat magi and to launch lightning, Both of these enchantments cannot be used at the same time however the "eaten magic" can fuel the lightning.
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Registered: Nov 23, 2017 19:14:08 GMT -8
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Post by Legatarius Mann on Jun 4, 2018 7:21:18 GMT -8
Legatarius fared just as bad but unlike his cousin he had the tools to survive the blast. As the ground swelled in the split second before the erruption he instinctively gripped his sword tight in his hand, its all he had the time to do. The force sent him skyward, with all the debris large and small. A large stone impacted his right leg with all its force, snapping his femur and splitting open skin and muscle and sinew down to the bone. His cloak, not merely for show proved an invaluable piece of armor and sharp shards that would have shredded his back and shoulders were blocked, leaving only deep bruises. The raging magical fire was completely ineffective; the sword, in a deathgrip, greedily lapped up the magic energy as it aimed to consume her master. Legatarius landed on his side left side with a sickening thud, directly upon bare stone as the explosion clear the sands in its proximity. His humerus, top three ribs and collar bone all snapped upon the impact.
He was barely conscious, disoriented, and in a lot of pain. His newly claimed sword called his focus however. Sparks of energy were surging into his right hand. The sword was overcharged; it was filled with magic from the collapsing wards and was barely containing the energy. Spider webs of lightning danced across it as the steel was growing red hot. Small cracks were starting to appear all along the great blade. For a moment, an eternity in his mind, he gained a clear focus on what he needed to do. He raised the blade with great strain to the sky and from the enchanted weapon a bolt of lighting arced into the blue sky in such intensity that it outshone the stun. The bold arced and danced in the sky for fifteen full seconds of brilliant powerful energy that would make the gods proud of whatever mortal created such a sight.
As the lightning faded away Legatarius' arm dropped lazily to his side and the sword skittered upon stone as it left his grip. Legatarius lay upon the stone floor bleeding profusely from his leg, breathing shallow pained breaths, and hearing nothing but distorted ringing from the explosion and the lightning.
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Post by The White Lion Guard on Jun 4, 2018 7:42:10 GMT -8
Eight of Legatarius' personal guards, the White Lions were outside the arena, keeping watch for threats to their lord. The explosion caused two of them to loose their footing. The others were shocked by the shaking earth and unsteadiness in their feet. Chips of debris rained down upon the streets around them. The two that fell to their knee stood just in time to see the cracking lightning break the sky. Magic was against the rules of Aaedanian duels. Either Nyx was cheating or someone or something was interrupting the fight.
Either way the guardians rushed into the arena. It was hard to see anything at first; sand and dust hung in the air from the explosion. There were eight of them though and it was not hard to fan out and find their lord. There was no sounds of footsteps, no steel clashing, no signs of fighting. For a moment the guardians feared their lord was dead.
Luck struck however as one guard found their wounded lord. "Here," she shouted with exasperated worry. Her lord... her eyes saw the clock upon him... Nay, her king, lay wounded upon the field. Sharp eyes quickly pieced together that he had won the duel with Nyx. Then this... her eyes drifted to the nearby crater. Someone tried to kill him, maybe Nyx. Maybe Nyx was the target. There were so many questions. Too many.
The rest of the guardians came to their king. They dared not move him. The senior of the group grabbed the shoulder of the fastest runner and commanded with deep concern in her voice, "Go to Imperius! Tell him Legatarius is fatally wounded. With haste!"
The first to find him quickly took off her belt and wrapped it around his leg, just above the wound, "Forgive me my lord, this will hurt." With a single mighty pull she tightened the belt and secured it stopping the blood loss.
The senior looked to her unit, "You two, check the the arena for Nyx. Her state might reveal her guilt."
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Legatarius Mann
Established
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: 26
Physical Description: -----
He, like his uncle, is a giant among Aaedanians standing 6'3". His muscles are lean and toned, hiding the strength they can muster.
His hair is silver and brown, though it's not indicative of his age. It is long and kept in a pony tail. His beard is decent length and his mustache is trimmed.
His eyes glow silver, blue, or gold depending on a few factors. They are framed in prominent cheek bones and a round but gaunt face.
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Clothes and Equipment: He almost exclusively parades around in his armor. A take on classic Aaedanian armor. Plate upon his shoulders chest, arms, and shins. A wide leather belt, plated with armor replaced the classic hip armor. Under all of this is a lary of chain mail that extends down over his thighs and knees. Between the armor layers is a blue cloth tabard.
The armor is high quality steel with a layer of brass that provides its ornate look. This of course makes the armor extremely heavy but to Legatarius its next to nothing.
He now wields his familial blade reforged for him. Now it's form is a very thick and wide blade. Its edge is honed but it is still more like a club than a sword. Its very useful for penetrating armor, as any mace or club would be. Its cross guard and pummel are brass and a brass lion is molded onto the fuller.
The weapons magic abilities are to eat magi and to launch lightning, Both of these enchantments cannot be used at the same time however the "eaten magic" can fuel the lightning.
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Registered: Nov 23, 2017 19:14:08 GMT -8
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Post by Legatarius Mann on Jun 4, 2018 7:57:47 GMT -8
Legatarius grunted with pain through clenched teeth but he did not move. It was clear however that he was alive and partially conscious.
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Jun 5, 2018 21:14:21 GMT -8
From around the arena, guards rush in—cautiously. Though explosions are not necessarily uncharacteristic to the arena, they shouldn’t be shaking the walls like that. Something went wrong in a big way—this much is apparent. Those who saw the blast share information with the others and the officer-on-duty takes command of the situation. At his order, guards split off into groups to secure the entrances. The path must be clear for the healers, and they don’t need civilians bumbling in. A runner is sent to The Citadel, to return with healers—and someone to take responsibility for this mess.
Two guards are sent over to the White Lions. They’ve seen bodyguards before, and it seems like those guys have it well in hand, so the guards keep a respectful distance. Still, they peer past the bodyguards to the man on the ground. Apparently, he’s fatally wounded. It doesn’t seem like there’s much they can do to help, so the guards hover nearby, doing their best to look like they’re not just standing around.
The officer goes to the woman at the base of the wall and crouches to inspect her. She’s beat to hell, but… not dead? Seems like not dead—dead people don’t groan.
“Hey…!” He reaches out to jostle her shoulder a bit, looking for a response.
“Are you wounded?” The question is rhetorical. He was taught how to treat a blade wound and how to make a splint, but it doesn’t seem like there’s much he can do for the Lady here, save for keep her company until the healers arrive.
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jun 7, 2018 8:00:48 GMT -8
Nyx knocked the guards hand away. "I'm fine." She stood slowly, leaning on the wall for support. She shook her head and gently rubbed the back of her head and spoke "Legatarius... the other combatant, where is he? Is he alive?"
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Post by The White Lion Guard on Jun 7, 2018 8:17:25 GMT -8
With the dust beginning to thin the two guardians completed their orders and found Nyx with ease. Their eyes glowing in the gloom of the still dust strewn air observed their former matriarch from a respectful distance. She was injured, not nearly as bad as their king, but her innocence was slightly secured by her injuries; not to mention the cracks in the wall where she impacted.
The other five the guardians created a barrier between the Isran Guards and Legatarius. The senior member watching them with fierce eyes. She quickly observed that they didn't seem hostile. If the Empire was to blame it didn't go through normal channels. "At ease, they are just as dumbfounded as we are. Keep a close eye on them but don't do anything stupid." The others relaxed slightly in regards to the guards.
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Maxia Lixeira
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Physical Description: Human form: She stands 5'6" with light blonde hair. Her face is sngular and smooth. Her eyes glow a shade of amber.
Xel'nadari form: She stands 5'6" with light blonde hair. Her face is angular and smooth. Two horns curve back from her forehead. He skin blue with vibrant colorful marks on her face. Her eyes glow a pale blue, even the whites of her eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wears white silk robes with a purple lining. A twisted curved stave in hand. A belt made of golden chains and medals rests upon her hips. She wears nothing else.
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Registered: Nov 7, 2017 16:15:31 GMT -8
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Post by Maxia Lixeira on Jun 7, 2018 9:12:09 GMT -8
Just outside the arena a golden circle of light with shining white geometric patterns appeared in the air at head level. As it moved down toward the earth a petite woman appeared, dressed in hooded white robes and holding a crook staff. Her bare feet touched down on the paved path that circled the arena, as if she was floating before she appeared. Glowing amber eyes scanned the area. Shards of debris, a dusting of sand, a dusty haze still floating in the air above the arena, and stunned civilians curiously looking on. An explosion. "So that's what happened to you Legatarius."
She strode forward into entrance, upon running into the guards blocking entrance she spoke plainly, "I am a healer. If what I think took place occurred I am sure I am needed inside." She moved past them, less impeded, and made her way to the sandy fighting pit. Her eyes quickly set upon Legatarius, looking past the Israns and the Aedanians. She continued her stride, closing in on the Aaedanian King. She saw two familiar faces in the Guardians. Good, no confusion or explanations needed. They would not impede her. After passing the guardians she knelt next to the wounded man and observed his injuries closely.
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Jun 20, 2018 13:22:37 GMT -8
When asked, the officer gestures to the small crowd that has assembled around Legitarius. The woman doesn’t look fine to him, but he’s not being paid to see that she is, so whatever.
As a whole, the guards do little more than watch. They conclude that there aren’t any magic users around that could have pulled off such a powerful spell, and no one was seen fleeing the scene. Legitarius and his group would be free to do as they wish; the guards will do nothing more unless prompted. Only watch.
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Maxia Lixeira
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Physical Description: Human form: She stands 5'6" with light blonde hair. Her face is sngular and smooth. Her eyes glow a shade of amber.
Xel'nadari form: She stands 5'6" with light blonde hair. Her face is angular and smooth. Two horns curve back from her forehead. He skin blue with vibrant colorful marks on her face. Her eyes glow a pale blue, even the whites of her eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wears white silk robes with a purple lining. A twisted curved stave in hand. A belt made of golden chains and medals rests upon her hips. She wears nothing else.
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Registered: Nov 7, 2017 16:15:31 GMT -8
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Post by Maxia Lixeira on Jun 21, 2018 20:47:20 GMT -8
Maxia spread her hands out, one hand above his chest the other above his thighs. At once golden disks of light formed from them. Several smaller ones began to appear all over Legatarius' body. Then silver lines began to appear in the golden light. Triangles then concentric circles, and finally veins like the roots of a tree branched out from the larger disks into the smaller, then down onto Legatarius. The silver magic pressed deep into into his being. It gripped him and with a sickening cracking set the broken bones in his body. Quietly it went to work on the open wounds closing them up then healing the wounds by filling the gash and becoming flesh. Deeper in his body and out of site a similar process was under way on his bones. Twenty minutes of the strange magic worked on the injured man healing his severe wounds. Then the silver magic withdrew from his body. Maxia's magic faded to nothing in an antithesis of its appearance.
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jun 24, 2018 12:19:14 GMT -8
Nyx had seen a lot of magic in her day. Magic of the Aaedanian Magus which could transcend space, Magic of the Traveler which could be summoned with a snap of his finger, Magic of the Tower whose secrets she helped protect. She had never seen magic like that. She watched, as attentively as her head ache allowed, while it was worked on the man who bested her.
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Legatarius Mann
Established
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: 26
Physical Description: -----
He, like his uncle, is a giant among Aaedanians standing 6'3". His muscles are lean and toned, hiding the strength they can muster.
His hair is silver and brown, though it's not indicative of his age. It is long and kept in a pony tail. His beard is decent length and his mustache is trimmed.
His eyes glow silver, blue, or gold depending on a few factors. They are framed in prominent cheek bones and a round but gaunt face.
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Clothes and Equipment: He almost exclusively parades around in his armor. A take on classic Aaedanian armor. Plate upon his shoulders chest, arms, and shins. A wide leather belt, plated with armor replaced the classic hip armor. Under all of this is a lary of chain mail that extends down over his thighs and knees. Between the armor layers is a blue cloth tabard.
The armor is high quality steel with a layer of brass that provides its ornate look. This of course makes the armor extremely heavy but to Legatarius its next to nothing.
He now wields his familial blade reforged for him. Now it's form is a very thick and wide blade. Its edge is honed but it is still more like a club than a sword. Its very useful for penetrating armor, as any mace or club would be. Its cross guard and pummel are brass and a brass lion is molded onto the fuller.
The weapons magic abilities are to eat magi and to launch lightning, Both of these enchantments cannot be used at the same time however the "eaten magic" can fuel the lightning.
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Registered: Nov 23, 2017 19:14:08 GMT -8
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Post by Legatarius Mann on Jun 24, 2018 13:37:16 GMT -8
Legatarius sat up suddenly with wide confused eyes. He held his hands in front of his face and made them into fists a couple of times. His hands fell to his sides and he let out a deep sigh. "I thought I was dead." He looked over at Maxia and understood exactly how he was alive. He spoke to Maxia, "Well... at the very least I know you're not trying to lead us to our doom."
He grabbed the sword he had won from Nyx and used it to help him stand up. The damage, whatever it was, was left merely as swore muscles.
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Post by The White Lion Guard on Jun 24, 2018 14:28:50 GMT -8
The White Lions let out a collective sigh of relief. Their lord was alive.
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Maxia Lixeira
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Physical Description: Human form: She stands 5'6" with light blonde hair. Her face is sngular and smooth. Her eyes glow a shade of amber.
Xel'nadari form: She stands 5'6" with light blonde hair. Her face is angular and smooth. Two horns curve back from her forehead. He skin blue with vibrant colorful marks on her face. Her eyes glow a pale blue, even the whites of her eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wears white silk robes with a purple lining. A twisted curved stave in hand. A belt made of golden chains and medals rests upon her hips. She wears nothing else.
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Registered: Nov 7, 2017 16:15:31 GMT -8
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Post by Maxia Lixeira on Jun 24, 2018 14:36:12 GMT -8
Maxia stood and approached the hole. She extended a hand and from it a orb of golden light formed and subsequently drifted down into the hole.
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jun 24, 2018 14:41:46 GMT -8
Nyx herself breathed a sigh of relief herself at seeing Legatarius moving. Her eyes drifted to the mage though, the golden light of her magic descending into the explosion crater... What was she up to?
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Legatarius Mann
Established
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: 26
Physical Description: -----
He, like his uncle, is a giant among Aaedanians standing 6'3". His muscles are lean and toned, hiding the strength they can muster.
His hair is silver and brown, though it's not indicative of his age. It is long and kept in a pony tail. His beard is decent length and his mustache is trimmed.
His eyes glow silver, blue, or gold depending on a few factors. They are framed in prominent cheek bones and a round but gaunt face.
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Clothes and Equipment: He almost exclusively parades around in his armor. A take on classic Aaedanian armor. Plate upon his shoulders chest, arms, and shins. A wide leather belt, plated with armor replaced the classic hip armor. Under all of this is a lary of chain mail that extends down over his thighs and knees. Between the armor layers is a blue cloth tabard.
The armor is high quality steel with a layer of brass that provides its ornate look. This of course makes the armor extremely heavy but to Legatarius its next to nothing.
He now wields his familial blade reforged for him. Now it's form is a very thick and wide blade. Its edge is honed but it is still more like a club than a sword. Its very useful for penetrating armor, as any mace or club would be. Its cross guard and pummel are brass and a brass lion is molded onto the fuller.
The weapons magic abilities are to eat magi and to launch lightning, Both of these enchantments cannot be used at the same time however the "eaten magic" can fuel the lightning.
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Registered: Nov 23, 2017 19:14:08 GMT -8
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Post by Legatarius Mann on Jun 24, 2018 15:09:59 GMT -8
Legatarius back on his feet turned to see the Isran guards but more importantly Nyx. His eyes flared at her. His voice was angry but tempered, "So... You get defeated and decide to kill me? That's low."
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jun 24, 2018 15:18:19 GMT -8
She furrowed her brow, "If was going to kill you, I'd do it legitimately."
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Legatarius Mann
Established
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: 26
Physical Description: -----
He, like his uncle, is a giant among Aaedanians standing 6'3". His muscles are lean and toned, hiding the strength they can muster.
His hair is silver and brown, though it's not indicative of his age. It is long and kept in a pony tail. His beard is decent length and his mustache is trimmed.
His eyes glow silver, blue, or gold depending on a few factors. They are framed in prominent cheek bones and a round but gaunt face.
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Clothes and Equipment: He almost exclusively parades around in his armor. A take on classic Aaedanian armor. Plate upon his shoulders chest, arms, and shins. A wide leather belt, plated with armor replaced the classic hip armor. Under all of this is a lary of chain mail that extends down over his thighs and knees. Between the armor layers is a blue cloth tabard.
The armor is high quality steel with a layer of brass that provides its ornate look. This of course makes the armor extremely heavy but to Legatarius its next to nothing.
He now wields his familial blade reforged for him. Now it's form is a very thick and wide blade. Its edge is honed but it is still more like a club than a sword. Its very useful for penetrating armor, as any mace or club would be. Its cross guard and pummel are brass and a brass lion is molded onto the fuller.
The weapons magic abilities are to eat magi and to launch lightning, Both of these enchantments cannot be used at the same time however the "eaten magic" can fuel the lightning.
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Registered: Nov 23, 2017 19:14:08 GMT -8
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Post by Legatarius Mann on Jun 24, 2018 15:21:33 GMT -8
Legatarius pointed her old blade at her with a snarl. "Look at your armor. If you hadn't been wearing it, you'd have a broken collar bone, or worse; arena wards and all. You couldn't kill me 'legitimately' if you tried."
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Maxia Lixeira
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Physical Description: Human form: She stands 5'6" with light blonde hair. Her face is sngular and smooth. Her eyes glow a shade of amber.
Xel'nadari form: She stands 5'6" with light blonde hair. Her face is angular and smooth. Two horns curve back from her forehead. He skin blue with vibrant colorful marks on her face. Her eyes glow a pale blue, even the whites of her eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wears white silk robes with a purple lining. A twisted curved stave in hand. A belt made of golden chains and medals rests upon her hips. She wears nothing else.
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Registered: Nov 7, 2017 16:15:31 GMT -8
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Post by Maxia Lixeira on Jun 24, 2018 16:05:25 GMT -8
Maxia let out an irritated sigh, "Enough. I'll know what happened here soon and then you guys can go back to killing each other if it's warranted."
As if on queue the orb that drifted into the hole floated back up and returned to her hand. Several small strange glyphs of silver appeared within the golden light. After Maxia read it thoroughly the magic faded.
"The magic here failed, catastrophically. Neither of you are mages so I'll put it simply. All the fighting in the arena slowly wore down the magic. You were just unlucky enough to be the ones who finally broke it. It seems it was no one's fault."
She wasn't telling the whole truth. Any mage worth a damn would know stop such an event from happening. The arena seems to steal energy from the combatant's blows to fuel itself. Normally extra energy would be purged or put to use else where. This was on purpose. However this wasn't the place or time to reveal such things. It would only flare tempers. Her eyes settled on Nyx. Furthermore, most Mann's are incapable of lying. Not that they don't, they're just bad at it.
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