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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Jun 3, 2018 20:37:07 GMT -8
The Dwarf did not take kindly to being the object of curiosity by the strange horned woman. He was here to do business, not be a tourist attraction to a winged harpy. He told her as much in his native tongue, the derision clearly evident in his tone, "Kokį pragarą pažvelgiate, raguotas mažasis? Niekada nematėme realaus kovotošo anksčiau?" He then turned back to his group, and shouted at them that they had just walked into a war zone.
That set the Dwarves back to their huddle, again bickering in hushed tones on how best to proceed. Finally, a consensus was reached, and the baton of speaking was again handed to the Dwarf nearest the Sheik, "We will... need to consult... your lines of... credit, and see how best to... proceed from there."
Several long seconds followed, until finally the lead Dwarf, who had now returned his crossbows to his holster, rode over to the Land-Tillers. Asking in Isran, with a very heavily accented voice, he asked, "Land-Tillers? Or Israns?"
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Huata of the Dittany
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Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Dark eyes and light skin, 6'0, boyish face, strong jaw, usually smiling
Clothes and Equipment: A simple twig staff, leather robes engraved with runes, a bow and arrow, and a pet falcon named Beaver.
Registered: May 15, 2016 21:25:47 GMT -8
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Post by Huata of the Dittany on Jun 3, 2018 20:57:48 GMT -8
"Land-Tillers, friends of Isra." The elf replied with a respectful little bow. "We do not wage unjust wars, but we do not abide bullies. We will defend our friends. These people earned our respect very quickly."
Huata's falcon made a loud chittering noise when it saw the dwarfs up close. "He likes you guys. He's a pretty good judge of character too." Huata reassured them.
All in all, they were quite optimistic. However, the sudden arrival of a half-demon offering to help was unusual, and some of them looked at her with misgivings. Then again they had heard stories from an adventurous Land-Tiller that not all demons were evil. Perhaps cautious optimism was in order.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2018 6:14:40 GMT -8
"Well then if we are all in agreement let us processed. Please follow me." He would then lead then back underground until they reached a large room filled with chairs water and again, exotic fruits. Te rafters of the clings were impossibly high, and in the middle of the room stood a table filled with sand. At last The Sheikh turned and addressed the strange meeting of species, by saying: "Welcome to the War Room. Let us start by saying who we are and what we can bring to this upcoming war."
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Jun 4, 2018 12:30:47 GMT -8
Amaya had straightened up after being scolded by the dwarf but smiled thinking over what he could have said. She had followed the Sheikh easily enough, silently taking in the landscape and as they entered the War room she wandered around curiously but looked over as the man spoke.
"I am known as Amaya Thundra. As I said before, I am a half demon. The other half is human. I possess a strength greater than most humans and a knowledge of sword fighting. Also I can control of the weather and winds of whatever domain I am in." She spoke simply before looking back at the other curiously.
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JacktheRatking
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Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 12
Physical Description: A short, skinny boy, with a bit more body hair than normal.
His outward appearance is
Clothes and Equipment: A simple tunic, wooden staff, and satchel filled with seeds and nuts and other treats are all he typically carries.
Along with a dagger that may or may not infect its victims with plague. Be sure to hug others 3-4 days after being stabbed.
Registered: May 16, 2018 18:26:49 GMT -8
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Post by JacktheRatking on Jun 4, 2018 17:46:13 GMT -8
Jack decided to head into town with some of the rats. Lorrie trots behind him, panting from the heat, while two more normal sized ones ride on his shoulders, keeping watch. ces In search of an open vendor, one of the rats notices something off, sniffing the air and chittering nervously. He squeaks something into jacks ear and jack nods, putting his had on his holstered dagger.
"Blood in the air is never good..." jack whispers to himself, as the two others start looking around for the source of the danger.
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Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on Jun 4, 2018 17:48:37 GMT -8
As they walk two men step in front of them, broadswords gleaming in the darkness of the street; "What business have you here?" They ask definitely not smiling.
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JacktheRatking
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 12
Physical Description: A short, skinny boy, with a bit more body hair than normal.
His outward appearance is
Clothes and Equipment: A simple tunic, wooden staff, and satchel filled with seeds and nuts and other treats are all he typically carries.
Along with a dagger that may or may not infect its victims with plague. Be sure to hug others 3-4 days after being stabbed.
Registered: May 16, 2018 18:26:49 GMT -8
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Post by JacktheRatking on Jun 4, 2018 18:38:24 GMT -8
"We're simply looking to purchase some goods. Though from what i could gather, there are more pressing matters. My friends know what a battle smells like. We've lived through plenty." Jack says, with a lot more confidence in his voice than he really has. "And if you're guards, shouldn't you be, um, guarding the people who my rats can hear dying? Unless you aren't guards?" Jack keeps his grip on his dagger, ready for the chance of this interaction turning sour.
Meanwhile, Lorrie steps up and stares at the two intensely, her paws with their sharp claws clearly tense.
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Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on Jun 4, 2018 18:43:11 GMT -8
The guards stare icily at Jack, before one steps forward and say; "There was no death," then he looks at Lorrie, "you seem to have abilities, please come with us, you will meet our leader." He and his partner turn not looking back.
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JacktheRatking
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 12
Physical Description: A short, skinny boy, with a bit more body hair than normal.
His outward appearance is
Clothes and Equipment: A simple tunic, wooden staff, and satchel filled with seeds and nuts and other treats are all he typically carries.
Along with a dagger that may or may not infect its victims with plague. Be sure to hug others 3-4 days after being stabbed.
Registered: May 16, 2018 18:26:49 GMT -8
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Post by JacktheRatking on Jun 4, 2018 19:04:43 GMT -8
"Y-yeah. Sure." He says, trying to forget about his terrible attempt at subversion.
He followed the guards, keeping his distance and discussing something with his rats in a language only they shared. The only indicator of what they've discussed was all of them looking a lot more nervous.
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Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on Jun 4, 2018 19:25:28 GMT -8
They were lead into the war room, which held all of the other creatures, and species.
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Ittan-Momen
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Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: A roll of cotton
Clothes and Equipment: Cotton
Registered: Jan 22, 2018 21:21:40 GMT -8
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Post by Ittan-Momen on Jun 4, 2018 19:55:02 GMT -8
Seeing that the not-cotton-friendly metal angel had disappeared from the center of town, the cotton figured it was safe to go there now. And so he went, carried on some breeze that only he can feel, fluttering through the streets of Aridia, searching for a friend. He hadn't met anyone yet, and it saddened him. The cotton does suppose it's better than the people from up north, with their pink trees and metal covered humans who tried to poke him with sticks. Nobody had done that here yet, so he figured it was safe to keep looking for a friend, continuously spouting the only known phrase that he knew, belonging to the weird sounds humans make when facing each other:
"Goo dai wah bing yu oo s-ri-u ilan!"
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Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on Jun 4, 2018 19:55:15 GMT -8
Just over the horizon came a group of Sand Cats leading a stage woman with wings. As they approached the cliff sides several more scores of soldiers joined them, as they entered the oasis city.
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Einhver Annar
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Entirely clad in white armor ornately decorated with gold and various pink and blue highlights. Her lower half is covered in a light grey combat dress that hardly hinders her movement. Two pairs of similar golden and white wings remain folded up upon her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her body is made of a durable armor crafted in the forges of Eldavél, and leaves little to no gaps to exploit as weaknesses. She typically carries a magic broadsword capable of hitting things on both the astral and physical plane, and can summon in various other magic weapons.
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Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Jun 4, 2018 7:20:53 GMT -8
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Post by Einhver Annar on Jun 4, 2018 20:02:40 GMT -8
Einhver looked down upon the busted gate of the city, just barely containing the mocking laughter that rose within her. These people expected to succeed when they were in a state like this? It was pitiful, honestly. But she wasn't here to mock them so openly yet, and hid her thoughts and feelings for the time being.
She lowered herself to the ground once again, the wings folding behind her back and her landing elegant and graceful, a true beauty to behold. She held the White Flag of Peace and Truce within her right hand upright, the pole well surpassing twice her height and proudly displaying its blank and impeccably clean flag, a golden aura surrounding the magic item. "Will I be going to your leader, or will he be coming to me?" She asked in her naturally cold metallic voice, waiting patiently for either one or the other to occur.
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JacktheRatking
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 12
Physical Description: A short, skinny boy, with a bit more body hair than normal.
His outward appearance is
Clothes and Equipment: A simple tunic, wooden staff, and satchel filled with seeds and nuts and other treats are all he typically carries.
Along with a dagger that may or may not infect its victims with plague. Be sure to hug others 3-4 days after being stabbed.
Registered: May 16, 2018 18:26:49 GMT -8
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Post by JacktheRatking on Jun 4, 2018 20:04:08 GMT -8
"So... what's going on here? Why did you want me to come?" Jack says, confused.
Out of sight, one of the rats climbs out of jack's pocket, scurries over to a hidden space under a pot, keeping careful surveillance. Two more join in, however these ones seem to have already been in the area. They discuss something amongst themselves and one slinks off.
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Registered: May 3, 2024 4:07:44 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2018 20:06:00 GMT -8
A tanned man steps out from behind a building and looks the Einhver up and down, an even look plastered onto his face; "He will be coming to you."
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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Jun 4, 2018 20:06:32 GMT -8
The two Dwarves dismounted from their billy goats, leaving the rest of the party to watch over the herd while they concluded their business. Though shorter and stouter than everyone else, they easily kept the pace, even while still wearing their war kit. The translator replied to Amaya as they walked, his gruff demeanor somewhat abating as he realized she didn't know what he was. "What, never seen Dwarves before?"
Walking with the Land-Tillers, the leader asked them, "Do any of you know how to scry, cause if you do, you'll save all of us a world of headaches. As much as Balin thinks he knows of Aridian, he actually knows half that. And If this is proving to be a war conference, we need to include another member who couldn't make the trip."
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Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on Jun 4, 2018 20:07:51 GMT -8
A Red Guard walks up to Jack and states: "We are going into a war, and we must ask you why you are here in our land?"
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Einhver Annar
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Entirely clad in white armor ornately decorated with gold and various pink and blue highlights. Her lower half is covered in a light grey combat dress that hardly hinders her movement. Two pairs of similar golden and white wings remain folded up upon her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her body is made of a durable armor crafted in the forges of Eldavél, and leaves little to no gaps to exploit as weaknesses. She typically carries a magic broadsword capable of hitting things on both the astral and physical plane, and can summon in various other magic weapons.
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Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Jun 4, 2018 7:20:53 GMT -8
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Post by Einhver Annar on Jun 4, 2018 20:11:59 GMT -8
Einhvar turned her head to gaze upon the new arrival, noting little about him that stood out from the rest of the desert people. She did so for a moment, creating a silence that was only filled with the glowing White Flag flapping on some magical wind that only it could feel. “I see. I will wait for him here then. Please announce his arrival so I can deliver the news I carry at once.”
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Registered: May 3, 2024 4:07:44 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2018 20:18:17 GMT -8
The silence was filled only by the stony gaze of the stout man. After the silence the man smiled, and shouted; "The Sheikh has arrived" his smile broadening with every word.
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Einhver Annar
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Entirely clad in white armor ornately decorated with gold and various pink and blue highlights. Her lower half is covered in a light grey combat dress that hardly hinders her movement. Two pairs of similar golden and white wings remain folded up upon her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her body is made of a durable armor crafted in the forges of Eldavél, and leaves little to no gaps to exploit as weaknesses. She typically carries a magic broadsword capable of hitting things on both the astral and physical plane, and can summon in various other magic weapons.
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Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Jun 4, 2018 7:20:53 GMT -8
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Post by Einhver Annar on Jun 4, 2018 20:27:48 GMT -8
Einvhar looks away from the man and searches for the arriving Sheikh. She patiently looks, glancing down the road, back through the gate from where she entered, and finally upwards in the strange occurance that they had beast which flew. Finding no one who fit the bill however, she turned to fix her “gaze” back onto the man who had just announced the Shiekh’s arrival.
”Tell me, where is your ‘Shiekh’. Answer truthfully, and do not attempt to deceive. As bearer of the White Flag,” she tilts the pole slightly forwards, displaying the blindingly white flag. “I came with intentions of honorable and peaceful talks. Do not do me and this flag disrespect by attempting to lie. Now answer.”
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