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Post by Isra - The Free City on Jun 1, 2015 16:32:41 GMT -8
A large steel portcullis stands before a set of double gates of fortified wood and iron. As large as the face of a house, these gates are presided over by no less than twenty men at all times, five on each flank of the gate both inside and out. Anyone who wants access to the Citadel must pass through here first and await for permission from the guards if they are not a member of The Free City or plan to cause harm. |
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Tyrus Sephiran
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142 
Age: 42
Physical Description: Blonde, wavy, medium-length hair which is usually tied back in a ponytail with a blue ribbon.
Light blue eyes
6'1"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a dark blue jacket with shoulder pads over a white dress shirt, black pants, brown leather boots, black gloves, pendant around his neck
Carries a rapier with him along with a defender dagger
6 golden orbs of elven origin with swirls etched into them, given to him by an adventurer years ago that wanted to sell them. At the start of each swirl was a large gem, each orb having its own color. Red, blue, black, green, white, and orange.
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: Jun 1, 2015 12:16:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tyrus Sephiran on Jun 1, 2015 19:45:54 GMT -8
Tyrus had arrived shortly after the Citadel was raised, witnessing it from a distance, He was impressed with the work of the mages. In his travels he had learned of this place through an invitation of sorts, it was just what he needed to start his life anew, away from his past. The man would enter the citadel with the settlers.
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Post by Isra - The Free City on Jun 2, 2015 12:09:32 GMT -8
The guards would see no issue with Tyrus entering the Citadel, especially since he was mixed in with the settlers. "Stick close to your families while we try to fix temporary accomodation," the guards told them as they passed. "Or go to the Keep Hall if you wish to speak to one of the important people."
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Zatch Morandac
Established
I will be gone for the next week to set up a boy scout camp. Sorry
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 22
Physical Description: Zatch has a bit of a broad face, though still quite handsome. He has long golden hair that is tied up in a low ponytail in the back. He has piercing pale blue eyes and a healed scar on his right cheek, though is slight darker then the rest of his face. He is 6"5' and weighs roughly 200-210 lb. His body is quite muscular, but not bulging, and toned from his training with his father. From this though, it had gotten a layer of calluses all over his body from the training his endured.
Clothes and Equipment: Normal clothes: A green button down shirt with with a black vest. He wears a brownish pants made to be very durable. He uses a bow as well, which he uses more frequently when he isn't in his armor. This is because his armor doesn't allow much mobility with the bow. He will also have either a short sword or a dirk with him in case any combat gets too close to use the bow.
Armor: He has a sliver-ish white body plates and leg plates with golden trimmings. The shoulders have large curved shoulder guards since he prefers dual swords then to the shield, though still dons on on his back in case one of his swords are lost in battle for any number of reasons.
In the leather satchel: He has rope, throwing knives, a water bag and some food along with his regular clothes when he is traveling and wearing his armor. He also carries two spell books: One for Fire spells and one for light spells and healing.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 16:49:26 GMT -8
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Post by Zatch Morandac on Jun 3, 2015 15:37:41 GMT -8
The Paladin, who was currently donning his armor, had been walking through the woods for the past few days. He had recently seen the City from atop a hill a few miles back, which was peaking over the treeline. He smiled a bit and continued his journey towards it. It had been one of the cities that he heard that would accept him. Though he was a paladin and would have been good in the Solarian Assembly, they were way too strict for his liking, with not having much trust and such, He decided to join the free city and help them build. He wasn't sure if he would be of much help magically, but he was strong and could definitely help with carrying stuff from point A to B and would help with battles and such.
After a few hours walk, he had finally gotten to the gates of the city. He looked and saw a guard walking towards him. He called out a bit for him to hear. "Hello, I am Zatch Morandac. I come here to join the city. May I speak with one of your higher ups to help out army wise or with construction if need be."
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Post by Isra - The Free City on Jun 3, 2015 16:27:54 GMT -8
One of the guards nodded to Zatch. "Here to join?" He asked, calmly. "Head inside the Citadel. Find the Keep Hall and speak to someone there."
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Zatch Morandac
Established
I will be gone for the next week to set up a boy scout camp. Sorry
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 22
Physical Description: Zatch has a bit of a broad face, though still quite handsome. He has long golden hair that is tied up in a low ponytail in the back. He has piercing pale blue eyes and a healed scar on his right cheek, though is slight darker then the rest of his face. He is 6"5' and weighs roughly 200-210 lb. His body is quite muscular, but not bulging, and toned from his training with his father. From this though, it had gotten a layer of calluses all over his body from the training his endured.
Clothes and Equipment: Normal clothes: A green button down shirt with with a black vest. He wears a brownish pants made to be very durable. He uses a bow as well, which he uses more frequently when he isn't in his armor. This is because his armor doesn't allow much mobility with the bow. He will also have either a short sword or a dirk with him in case any combat gets too close to use the bow.
Armor: He has a sliver-ish white body plates and leg plates with golden trimmings. The shoulders have large curved shoulder guards since he prefers dual swords then to the shield, though still dons on on his back in case one of his swords are lost in battle for any number of reasons.
In the leather satchel: He has rope, throwing knives, a water bag and some food along with his regular clothes when he is traveling and wearing his armor. He also carries two spell books: One for Fire spells and one for light spells and healing.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 16:49:26 GMT -8
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Post by Zatch Morandac on Jun 3, 2015 16:32:04 GMT -8
He nodded. "I do and alright." He walked into through the gates and entered the city.
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[Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 221
Physical Description: Zaltos stands roughly 6'2" and weighs around 220 pounds. He is currently using a young male for his vessel that is around 17-20 in age. Since this side of his Red Phoenix has never been present long, it is as juvenile as the new Zaltos, allowing him to be open to learning new magic besides his fire. His build is that of a well trained martial artists and his skin in a moderate tan color. His eyes flash an icy blue and his hair is silver and shoulder length.
Clothes and Equipment: His garb changes, as does his armor. He no longer uses the Phoenix Blade in a broadsword form. This sword is a dual blade sword that is highly magic. These blades are covered in a magical sheath that turns to fire when Zaltos takes hold of it. This sword is rumored to posses the first Phoenix ever. He currently has no shield but his fire. He does carry small items that can be used in combat, but these items vary from time to time and will never be the same at any point.
Registered: Dec 23, 2014 18:25:01 GMT -8
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Post by [Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo on Jun 7, 2015 17:07:05 GMT -8
Before coming in view of the Gate, Zaltos would engulf himself in flames. Inside these flames he changed back to his standard armor(View Avatar). Beside him was Wolfgang and Raven. The group would take notice of the guards.
"We were invited by Iledesias. Where could we find him?" Zaltos spoke to a guard, sizing him from head to toe.
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Atheas Candari
New
Sorcerer Supreme
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 29
Physical Description: A wiry, thin man standing at 5'10". Rich brown shoulder length hair. Ice blue eyes. Gaunt face with prominent cheekbones covered by a carpet of thick brown stubble. His skin is light and smooth, though he has an assortment of small scars and burns, mainly around the hands.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears flowing crimson robes with an orange trim covered in singe marks. Holds a long knobbly wooden staff. Carries a brown leather knapsack over his shoulder. He has a sling with a small pouch of stones strung around a rope tied to his waist.
Player's online availability : Afternoon-Late Night AUSTRALIA TIME
Registered: Jun 10, 2015 6:17:38 GMT -8
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Post by Atheas Candari on Jun 10, 2015 7:30:42 GMT -8
A robed figure riding a tired chestnut horse slowly came into the view of those in the citadel far off in the distance. Atheas, on his old, beloved steed that he stubbornly refused to name, looked at the mighty citadel on the horizon.
"I swear, old friend, that wasn't here last time I wandered the Plains," He smirked. "How about we go have a look? I've met enough warriors to last me a while. I want to meet a builder. A builder that can build... that. And I'm sure you don't want to be carrying this bony ass around on your back for much longer, do you?" Atheas laughed. The horse, as always, snorted almost disdainfully and continued down the path.
About an hour later the mage made it up to the gates of the fledgling city. As he slowed his horse, he lowered his staff so as not to threaten (a lesson hard-earned) and waved at the nearest guard. "Ho there! Tell me, where am I? Last time I passed this way it was grass. Now it is decidedly not so."
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Jun 10, 2015 10:45:34 GMT -8
"You know, I've been talking about this for a long time." Yumi said to her companions. "We should have been doing this for a long time."
"Yah, we've got more than enough food to export. Too bad we're doing it for the worst possible reason. A prophecy invasion. Sheesh. " A'Shen looked down at his wildebeest and flicked a fly off of its ear.
"I still can't believe the Sodalite chief just showed up like that to visit Havador. Hell, they're so rare my wife doesn't even believe they exist!" The burly Hanso laughed out loud.
"Gosh, what a dump- Hey, isn't that Lord Xaltos?" Jani started waving furiously and calling out. "HEY, XALTOS!" Hanso, Yumi, and A'Shen looked at her like she was nuts. "What are you doing?" A'Shen was the first to chide her.
Jani shrugged. "What? We're supposed to establish an alliance with the Free Plains, and the Phoenix State should be meeting with Elder Havador by now, and they're allies with the Free Plains from what we hear, so basically we're all friends right?"
Hanso laughed. "See, this is why I like you. Always looking on the bright side!"
They approached the gate, where they would explain to the guards that they were ambassadors from the Land-Tiller Tribe hoping to establish an alliance.
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Post by Isra - The Free City on Jun 10, 2015 13:30:51 GMT -8
(Back, sorry. These past five days have been exhausting for me. I've pretty much not been doing anything except working and sleeping and I've not had the energy to write. But I'll be active again for the next few days. Might not be on saturday, but yeah.)
When Zaltos and his companions found their way to the gates, it would be a busy time. Civilians and soldiers were entering and leaving the Citadel in numbers, with thousands slowly pooling towards them from all corners of the plain with carts and construction wagons in tow. Not a few hundred yards from the Citadel walls, construction materials were being piled and some few had even begun mark out their foundations.
Still, one of the guards at the gate recognized that Zaltos and his friends were no ordinary travellers. "For the feast? Head into the main keep, sirs and m'lady. It's not due to start until tonight, but the Lord should be there talking and organizing with the higher-ups."
A nod was given, then he waved to the other guards to allow them through.
Of course, as he waved Zaltos through he noticed multiple more individuals of interest. The first, Atheas, was given a nod by the armoured man. "Fifty mages and architects pooled together their resources into a spell woven by Ildesias, newly elected lord of this city. In but a day, this Citadel was built with magic. So you are correct in that it was not here before! If you wish to meet with the lord, feel free to enter the main keep. A soldier will show you if you ask."
And then came more. The guard took a deep breath, not realizing his shift would be so busy as he made to greet Yumi, A'Shen, Jani and Hanso with a small bow of the shoulders. "Ambassors, eh?" He asked, listening. "Well, as said to the others, feel free to make your way inside and find the main keep. The lord will be in there, I assume."
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[Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 221
Physical Description: Zaltos stands roughly 6'2" and weighs around 220 pounds. He is currently using a young male for his vessel that is around 17-20 in age. Since this side of his Red Phoenix has never been present long, it is as juvenile as the new Zaltos, allowing him to be open to learning new magic besides his fire. His build is that of a well trained martial artists and his skin in a moderate tan color. His eyes flash an icy blue and his hair is silver and shoulder length.
Clothes and Equipment: His garb changes, as does his armor. He no longer uses the Phoenix Blade in a broadsword form. This sword is a dual blade sword that is highly magic. These blades are covered in a magical sheath that turns to fire when Zaltos takes hold of it. This sword is rumored to posses the first Phoenix ever. He currently has no shield but his fire. He does carry small items that can be used in combat, but these items vary from time to time and will never be the same at any point.
Registered: Dec 23, 2014 18:25:01 GMT -8
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Post by [Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo on Jun 10, 2015 14:51:13 GMT -8
Zaltos could hear the voice stretching over the crowd that was hollering his name. He snapped his head and looked. Immediately he would begin waiving the group over.
"Hurry up and get over here! We can go in together." He shouted to Juni.
Zaltos was here for many reasons, but mainly for the new alliance and construction. He had a lot to explain to everyone, and this was the perfect time. For now though, he was going to relax and enjoy good company.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Jun 10, 2015 16:52:37 GMT -8
"See? He's friendly!" Jani and the gang approached on their wildebeests, which were loaded up with supplies and gifts, including precious stones and things that were of value in the Expanse, such as rare fossils and herbal medicines. All four introduced themselves with their names.
Hanso was a tall burly man with light skin and a deep red beard, jovial and friendly. Jani was a blond girl with dark-olive skin who loved to talk. A'Shen had short, jet black and messy hair and an analytical mind. Finally Yumi had deep blue (yes blue) hair, practical, down to earth, and with an elf-like face and semi-sharp ears.
"Zaltos! It's an honor to meet you! Sure, let's go together. We have a lot to discuss." Jani would take the lead, even though they had no formal leader but were in fact different representatives of different clans.
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Post by Isra - The Free City on Jun 10, 2015 17:52:56 GMT -8
The guard waved them through, before moving off to overlook something else. The path to the main keep would be simple, but if they needed directions a guard would take them.
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Post by Grand General Sinn on Jun 10, 2015 18:12:40 GMT -8
In the distance a twenty two feet long, black scaled, silver exoskeleton, Desert Basilisk. On the back of this mighty beast was a knight of some sort. His armor was dark and piercing with it's metallic navy blue cape flapping behind. When it reached the outside of the Citadel, the man would dismount the basilisk and roll up his cape.
A 7' tall man armored in a deep blue, grey, and black armor with Chimera fur on his shoulders and around his neck was now at the front gates of the Citadel. His helm had a T shaped slit in it, allowing only his purple irises to shine through. On his breastplate and back, a image of The Phoenix State flag was formed and outlined in a black gold. Despite the armors dark colors, it seemed to stand out vividly.
"I am Grand General Sinn of the Phoenix State Grand Army. I have an important letter for the designated leader of these lands. Where are they?" The knight spoke to the guards out front.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jun 10, 2015 18:52:46 GMT -8
"Right now, I am," Ildesias called out, as he stepped out from Citadel and passed under the open gateway to meet the large, black-armoured general. "Ildesias Xen Torsal, at your service. Newly elected lord of this city, mage, scholar, knight and noble. To cut a long story short, I'm probably the man you're looking for."
As Ildesias approached, the soldiers and guards seemed to stop and form a military salute, though he paid them little mind. "I assume this letter must be incredibly important, considering I was under the impression a representative from The Phoenix State was already present?" He asked, looking towards Zaltos and his companions.
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Tyrus Sephiran
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 42
Physical Description: Blonde, wavy, medium-length hair which is usually tied back in a ponytail with a blue ribbon.
Light blue eyes
6'1"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a dark blue jacket with shoulder pads over a white dress shirt, black pants, brown leather boots, black gloves, pendant around his neck
Carries a rapier with him along with a defender dagger
6 golden orbs of elven origin with swirls etched into them, given to him by an adventurer years ago that wanted to sell them. At the start of each swirl was a large gem, each orb having its own color. Red, blue, black, green, white, and orange.
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: Jun 1, 2015 12:16:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tyrus Sephiran on Jun 10, 2015 19:05:14 GMT -8
Tyrus arrived with Ildesias, standing at his side. He introduced himself as well, "Tyrus Sephiran, Foreign Minister."
The diplomat looked upon Zaltos and company from where he stood. He was curious what this letter business was all about.
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Post by Grand General Sinn on Jun 11, 2015 18:33:16 GMT -8
The mighty knight would surrender the letter to Iledesias. Due to magic, there was only one person capable of reading it, and Sinn granted it to Ildesias. Immediately he would turn his head to Zaltos. He stood there for a moment, staring him down heat to toe.
"You are the man from the paintings and statues..." Sinn spoke.
Immediately Sinn would find himself on his right knee with his right hand on his heart. His head would lower, his face looking at Zaltos's feet. Respect was due.
In The Phoenix State, Zaltos was revered as one of the greatest beings ever to grace it's land. If there was a mortal that was held to the standard of a god, it was him. Zaltos himself would be unaware, as it had been many years since he was last seen in the land.
"At your service, Pharoah Kiraxo. We have waited many years for your return, and you come now, at a very critical time." Sinn spoke proudly to Zaltos as he looked up at him.
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[Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 221
Physical Description: Zaltos stands roughly 6'2" and weighs around 220 pounds. He is currently using a young male for his vessel that is around 17-20 in age. Since this side of his Red Phoenix has never been present long, it is as juvenile as the new Zaltos, allowing him to be open to learning new magic besides his fire. His build is that of a well trained martial artists and his skin in a moderate tan color. His eyes flash an icy blue and his hair is silver and shoulder length.
Clothes and Equipment: His garb changes, as does his armor. He no longer uses the Phoenix Blade in a broadsword form. This sword is a dual blade sword that is highly magic. These blades are covered in a magical sheath that turns to fire when Zaltos takes hold of it. This sword is rumored to posses the first Phoenix ever. He currently has no shield but his fire. He does carry small items that can be used in combat, but these items vary from time to time and will never be the same at any point.
Registered: Dec 23, 2014 18:25:01 GMT -8
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Post by [Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo on Jun 11, 2015 18:43:57 GMT -8
Zaltos spoke to Juni, "I believe we all might have a lot to discuss..."
Zaltos looked to Ildesias and shrugged his shoulders. When the name was spoke, he knew exactly who it was. His head shot to the Grand General, wondering who was in that suit of armor now.
"Paintings and statues? Pharoah? I don't know you, so you had better explain things when we get inside. I just found this world a couple of days ago, but The Phoenix State seems to ring a bell deep inside my head somewhere." Zaltos spoke.
"Ildesias, where can we talk without being overheard? I believe we've all got things we need to tell that the public doesn't need to hear.." Zaltos asked Ildesias.
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Tyrus Sephiran
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 42
Physical Description: Blonde, wavy, medium-length hair which is usually tied back in a ponytail with a blue ribbon.
Light blue eyes
6'1"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a dark blue jacket with shoulder pads over a white dress shirt, black pants, brown leather boots, black gloves, pendant around his neck
Carries a rapier with him along with a defender dagger
6 golden orbs of elven origin with swirls etched into them, given to him by an adventurer years ago that wanted to sell them. At the start of each swirl was a large gem, each orb having its own color. Red, blue, black, green, white, and orange.
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: Jun 1, 2015 12:16:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tyrus Sephiran on Jun 11, 2015 20:00:18 GMT -8
"Perhaps the Assembly room?" Tyrus suggests. "The chamber is closed off to the public behind heavy doors, the guards would stop anyone else trying to enter."
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244 
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Jun 12, 2015 13:19:20 GMT -8
It is at this moment that Andraste's fruitless search for brilliant Magi brings her to the last place in the Citadel: the front gates. Expecting nothing, she walks into the scene with her impenetrable enigmatic smile, although it seems somewhat strained this day. Here she would find Magi, though not the ones she had hoped. The scene before her makes her somewhat wary. Another mage -- and another pyromancer at that, judging by his garb -- had arrived, and is speaking in curt tones to her Lord. Suspicious.
Though she's certain Ildesias can handle himself, she errs on the side of caution, wordlessly approaching the Free City's leader on his right flank, hood raised, shadowing her face but for her softly upturned lips. She plants her twisted oak staff into the ground as she listens to the conversation carefully, judging every word...
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