Qelci
Established
Sarcastic Gnome
Roleplay posts: 14
Physical Description: A small gnome with a bad attitude.
(It's pronounced "Kelsey".)
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 8:50:12 GMT -8
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Post by Qelci on Jul 31, 2018 12:33:16 GMT -8
Big people just did not listen. Qelci rolled her eyes as the guards enquired once again at their purpose. It seemed as though Ershadt had it well in hand, so Qelci pasted a simpering expression onto her face – it wasn't too far off from a sarcastic one after all.
“Oh, do let me have one of those chocolates!” squealed Qelci, putting on what she believed to be a posh voice while grabbing with her grubby hands at the open box of delicious candy. If Ershadt wanted to look like a gentleman, he'd have to let her.
Once the guards had filled in their paperwork, Qelci tucked her pass somewhere under her voluminous skirts. “It was so nice doing business with you,” she said to the guard. “Come, your Highness, come Chamberlain Ershadt, let us enter!” She put one hand on top of her head to keep on her dog crown, and lifted up her skirt with the other, entering the usually forbidden and forbidding Citadel of Isra.
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Sir Muffinton
Established
~~ Gentleman Dapper Cat ~~
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 4 (Equals to 26 in human years)
Physical Description: Sir Muffinton used to be a normal cat, until the day that Bagugu Crowe, a witch doctor, decided to experiment with him.
Through the experiment, Muffinton found his sentience and soon learned how to talk, walk and overall be a very dapper fellow.
Registered: Aug 22, 2017 10:57:45 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Muffinton on Aug 1, 2018 0:11:17 GMT -8
Muffinton would be waiting patiently for the respond of the guards to his introduction. He was standing firmly upright, his paws resting gently on his cane.
"My apologies! The name would be Sir Muffinton!" He said again with a smile on his face. He was glad at how smoothly his journey to the citadel had been. He had expected to be able to enter the city, but getting into the actual citadel and near the high lady had been something he had expected to maybe be more complicated. But they seemed to take him seriously enough! It sure was a delight to be treated as a human for once instead of just a talking cat.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Aug 1, 2018 16:06:47 GMT -8
Keph stood there for a moment as the guard - Rodrick - walked away from him before deciding he was probably meant to be following the man. He jogged after him until he caught up with the bearded man, after which he slowed his pace, his feet loudly splashing across the puddles the rain had crafted. The young man shivered suddenly as he entered the longhouse, unsurprisingly it was a lot warmer in there than it was outside. He briefly removed his hood while he was inside, not wanting any more water to soak through it and onto his head.
As the guard started tinkering with the machine, Keph scooted closer, watching carefully in awe. He had never seen such a device, he could only wonder as to what its purpose could be! Keph's mouth goes agape as the arm slams down on the tablet and imprints some text on it! The young man quietly claps in amazement as to what that thing had just done! He eagerly took the tablet from Rodrick, and held it up high, admiring the thing! He heard the man say something about some enchantment on the tablet, but magic sh-magic - that machine had just written stuff! Too distracted to really care, Keph just nodded and (badly) pretended to have heard the guard.
He gave Rodrick a thumbs up when he advised him to never leave the tablet - he wasn't quite sure who in their right mind would leave something like that behind! Now, onto his lodge! He didn't know he'd be given lodge there, as he had honestly believed this would've been a far quicker visit, but apparently not - not that he minded, it only gave him more time to explore the citadel.
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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 Aug 5, 2018 20:10:54 GMT -8
The presence of the Sir before Muffinton’s name gives the guards at the press a slight pause. “Are we going to recognize his title of nobility? We don’t know who dubbed him a sir.” The second guard lays a hand on the shoulder of the first and gives a sound piece of reasoning. “Listen. His coattails are perfectly pressed and free from mud. Look at all of us. Mud everywhere. Even the captain has got a bit on his boots. He has got that little hat on his head. Sir Muffinton is a sir if I have ever seen one. It goes on the pass.” “Well, all right. We ought to make a smaller pass as well, so he can carry it more easily. We can use the typeface for the small print. Have someone size down a regular tablet too.” With that settled, down comes the clamp to impress the small type onto the miniature pass. Rodrick again enchants the pass to allow for easy scrying of its holder. Name: Sir Muffinton Purpose of Visit: Social/By Invitation Pass Valid For: 5 days
The sun has fallen down towards the horizon. Torches flare up here and there, casting light to ward off the encroaching night. With the torches comes the changing of the guard for the evening shift. Rodrick gives one last glance at Sir Muffinton and shakes his head. What a good day this had been. Gregarious, if disruptive, gnomes, that nice young man, and a dapper feline. Sometimes, life was downright enjoyable. The guard who had been so insistent upon keeping the Sir attached to the rest of Muffinton’s name stands near the gate and addresses the gentlecat before her. “Welcome again to the Citadel. If you would follow me, we shall get you registered at your lodging. After that, you will be free to move about the Citadel. Do keep your pass with you at all times, and present it without delay to any guard who may ask you for it.” [Exit to The Handmaiden’s Basket]
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Sir Muffinton
Established
~~ Gentleman Dapper Cat ~~
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 4 (Equals to 26 in human years)
Physical Description: Sir Muffinton used to be a normal cat, until the day that Bagugu Crowe, a witch doctor, decided to experiment with him.
Through the experiment, Muffinton found his sentience and soon learned how to talk, walk and overall be a very dapper fellow.
Registered: Aug 22, 2017 10:57:45 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Muffinton on Aug 7, 2018 23:11:47 GMT -8
Muffinton would stand around patiently as the two guards in front of him seemed to discuss his fate. He didn't fully understand why his name was being put into question. It wasn't like he was calling himself a Lord or a King. As far as he knew he had always been called Sir on occasion. He remembered his time as a simple cat, only meowing at the humans who took care of him. They called him Muffin and sometimes they called him Sir. So when he had been able to choose how people were to address him after he found his true voice, making it Sir Muffinton had been a logical choice. He shuddered. He didn't like thinking back about his time as just a 'normal' cat...
"Thank you kindly, my good Sirs! This size is indeed a lot more convenient." He smiled kindly as he looked at the pass. Valid for 5 days.. It seemed he needed to woo this human lady as fast as he could if he wished to stay here. He then put the pass away in the front pocket of his suit.
For now, all he could do was follow their instructions. He was sure he would have plenty of time to prepare himself for the lady in question. There would be a lot of grooming involved, but of course, he would need privacy for that. He looked up at the lady guard who asked him to follow her. "I will gladly do so my Lady, lead the way," he said. He would walk after her, his cane making small tapping noises every time it hit the ground.
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Selene
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Selene has a curvaceous figure with porcelain skin, and starlight silver locks. Her eyes gleam lavender, as she prefers to dress in shades of blue, purple, silver or black.
Clothes and Equipment: Selene wears a variety of blue, purple black and silver dresses, preferring cool colors. She has an enchanted sapphire around her neck, protecting her from harmful toxins, enchantments or curses.
Registered: Jul 21, 2018 18:57:24 GMT -8
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Post by Selene on Aug 7, 2018 23:49:34 GMT -8
Ever gracefully, Selene strides forward, her heels clicking slightly against the stone floor. Her top hugged her torso rather snugly, giving the illusion of a bigger bust than what she truly had. The sleeves seemed to almost taper off, becoming airy and translucent the further from the chest they were, a stark difference from the tight shoulder and upper arm sleeves. She wore firm, satin pants that hugged her legs, the shade more of a cerulean, with waves of silver on both sides of her legs, tapering slightly to the front and backs. Her ankle cuffs seemed to poof out like a cone, drifting behind her, as she stood upon prussian blue platform shoes, with elaborate designs of silvery stars and moons dancing across. Her sapphire necklace gleamed, the enchanted jewel now affixed to a choker, with light, baby blue pearls gleaming from her earlobes.
"Hello, I was informed that the Empress was seeking a consort, if you will. A potential partner. I have come to seek audience with her Eminence, if that might be possible." Selene said softly. Her silver locks were curled into a wavy shower going down her back, two ringlets curling over her shoulders, and framing near her breasts.
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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 Aug 12, 2018 16:06:47 GMT -8
Ever gracefully, Selene strides forward, her heels clicking slightly against the stone floor. Her top hugged her torso rather snugly, giving the illusion of a bigger bust than what she truly had. The sleeves seemed to almost taper off, becoming airy and translucent the further from the chest they were, a stark difference from the tight shoulder and upper arm sleeves. She wore firm, satin pants that hugged her legs, the shade more of a cerulean, with waves of silver on both sides of her legs, tapering slightly to the front and backs. Her ankle cuffs seemed to poof out like a cone, drifting behind her, as she stood upon prussian blue platform shoes, with elaborate designs of silvery stars and moons dancing across. Her sapphire necklace gleamed, the enchanted jewel now affixed to a choker, with light, baby blue pearls gleaming from her earlobes. "Hello, I was informed that the Empress was seeking a consort, if you will. A potential partner. I have come to seek audience with her Eminence, if that might be possible." Selene said softly. Her silver locks were curled into a wavy shower going down her back, two ringlets curling over her shoulders, and framing near her breasts. “Ah, you’re not the only one.” Moving over toward the press, the guard gestures for Selene to follow. The other guards standing about are careful to examine Selene and her bust and evaluate them as a potential threat to The Citadel’s security. To the man sitting at the press, “Another one here for a ‘ Social’ visit, same duration.” Turning to the visitor, he asks, “Name?”
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Selene
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Selene has a curvaceous figure with porcelain skin, and starlight silver locks. Her eyes gleam lavender, as she prefers to dress in shades of blue, purple, silver or black.
Clothes and Equipment: Selene wears a variety of blue, purple black and silver dresses, preferring cool colors. She has an enchanted sapphire around her neck, protecting her from harmful toxins, enchantments or curses.
Registered: Jul 21, 2018 18:57:24 GMT -8
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Post by Selene on Aug 12, 2018 20:05:42 GMT -8
Ever gracefully, Selene strides forward, her heels clicking slightly against the stone floor. Her top hugged her torso rather snugly, giving the illusion of a bigger bust than what she truly had. The sleeves seemed to almost taper off, becoming airy and translucent the further from the chest they were, a stark difference from the tight shoulder and upper arm sleeves. She wore firm, satin pants that hugged her legs, the shade more of a cerulean, with waves of silver on both sides of her legs, tapering slightly to the front and backs. Her ankle cuffs seemed to poof out like a cone, drifting behind her, as she stood upon prussian blue platform shoes, with elaborate designs of silvery stars and moons dancing across. Her sapphire necklace gleamed, the enchanted jewel now affixed to a choker, with light, baby blue pearls gleaming from her earlobes. "Hello, I was informed that the Empress was seeking a consort, if you will. A potential partner. I have come to seek audience with her Eminence, if that might be possible." Selene said softly. Her silver locks were curled into a wavy shower going down her back, two ringlets curling over her shoulders, and framing near her breasts. “Ah, you’re not the only one.” Moving over toward the press, the guard gestures for Selene to follow. The other guards standing about are careful to examine Selene and her bust and evaluate them as a potential threat to The Citadel’s security. To the man sitting at the press, “Another one here for a ‘ Social’ visit, same duration.” Turning to the visitor, he asks, “Name?” Selene does not even show that she noticed the other guards, deeming them unimportant. "Madame Selene, Proprietor of Temptation. The Resort."
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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 Aug 13, 2018 6:22:03 GMT -8
“Selene,” the guard relates to the press man. The rest of the type is already set, though it takes a moment to fish out the third “e.” Then down comes the clamp, and the pass is made. As the pass is being made, the gate is opened part way. Name: Selene Purpose of Visit: Social/By Invitation Pass Valid For: 5 daysHanding the pass to her, the guard explains, “While inside, keep this on your person at all times, and be prepared to present it if prompted. Follow him to your lodgings.” Another guard stands just inside the gate, apparently tasked as an escort. Once Selene is inside, the gate closes behind her, bars clanking as they slide into place. [Exit to The Handmaiden’s Basket]
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Selene
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Selene has a curvaceous figure with porcelain skin, and starlight silver locks. Her eyes gleam lavender, as she prefers to dress in shades of blue, purple, silver or black.
Clothes and Equipment: Selene wears a variety of blue, purple black and silver dresses, preferring cool colors. She has an enchanted sapphire around her neck, protecting her from harmful toxins, enchantments or curses.
Registered: Jul 21, 2018 18:57:24 GMT -8
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Post by Selene on Aug 13, 2018 7:59:18 GMT -8
"Thank you," Selene hummed, tucking the pass away. She follows her escort casually, eyes drifting around.
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Luna Wakefield
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 11
Physical Description: Standing at 4'9 and supporting flowing white hair is the fair and glowing: Luna Wakefield. While Luna is no doubt a very young lady, her features can no doubt be called even younger, gaining her no compassion in the eyes of others.
While Luna has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised and bewildered with much of what happens around her, it's clear that she is something...different. Her skin is an unearthly sheen of blue and white, and her eyes an icy blue. Though if one to touch her skin, they would find it cool to the touch, almost like snow; but otherwise soft and unvarnished.
Clothes and Equipment: Twisting around Lunas body is a simple blue green dress, rough linen to the touch. Pinned to it is -what one can only assume- a steel pendant, shaped as a circle with two points protruding from opposite sides. Underneath lies a sprawling mass of silk, that forms the comfortable layer of her clothing. Holding this mass of clothing away from the grasps of gravity is a worn leather belt, crinkled and varnished with age. Her feet are unadorned as Luna prefers it this way. Encircling her unblemished neck is an amulet, attached to a small leather string.
Registered: Aug 23, 2018 18:17:36 GMT -8
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Post by Luna Wakefield on Aug 27, 2018 6:59:53 GMT -8
The city had left an impression on Luna, but she did not show it as she timidly stepped u to the massive gates. She stood there staring at the massive structure, for a moment, before looking for a sentry. Though anyone within the citadel would be able to easily feel the heavy presence of magic, as it continually gushed out of her.
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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 Aug 27, 2018 16:27:21 GMT -8
Luna wouldn’t need to look far to find a guard; there are twenty assembled at The Citadel’s gate, along with a group of Enclave Magi, who saw her coming. In the time it took Luna to reach The Citadel, they’ve had time to panic, recover, deliberate, and decide on a course of action for dealing with this wild, untamed fount of magic walking their way. One of the junior Magi (the one who drew the short straw) is pushed forward. He is holding what would seem to be a huge Gainsborough hat, of the sort a Dignified Lady of Class And Distinction might wear. It is laden with decoration: a whole bush of what seems almost like white roses and a great big bow. “Wear this,” he says, offering it to Luna Wakefield . “Please.”
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Luna Wakefield
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 11
Physical Description: Standing at 4'9 and supporting flowing white hair is the fair and glowing: Luna Wakefield. While Luna is no doubt a very young lady, her features can no doubt be called even younger, gaining her no compassion in the eyes of others.
While Luna has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised and bewildered with much of what happens around her, it's clear that she is something...different. Her skin is an unearthly sheen of blue and white, and her eyes an icy blue. Though if one to touch her skin, they would find it cool to the touch, almost like snow; but otherwise soft and unvarnished.
Clothes and Equipment: Twisting around Lunas body is a simple blue green dress, rough linen to the touch. Pinned to it is -what one can only assume- a steel pendant, shaped as a circle with two points protruding from opposite sides. Underneath lies a sprawling mass of silk, that forms the comfortable layer of her clothing. Holding this mass of clothing away from the grasps of gravity is a worn leather belt, crinkled and varnished with age. Her feet are unadorned as Luna prefers it this way. Encircling her unblemished neck is an amulet, attached to a small leather string.
Registered: Aug 23, 2018 18:17:36 GMT -8
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Post by Luna Wakefield on Aug 27, 2018 18:07:36 GMT -8
Luna stumbled back at the sight of the figure. She began to slowly back away, an expression of pure fear splayed across her face. Sure she was spewing magic like a fountain, but she was still a child. A stray tear rolled down her cheek, a lone drop, holding all of her fear and sadness in it. None followed.
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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 Aug 28, 2018 10:34:29 GMT -8
The Enclave Magi exchange another round of looks between themselves. They consulted the guards at the West Gate, and so learned of the little blue girl’s intention to see The Empress. However, they can’t very well let her into The Citadel in the state she’s in, spewing magic every which way. That hat is the easiest, gentlest way they have to control wild magic, but not the only one.
The Junior Magi tries again.
“Here,” he says, placing the hat on the ground. “The Empress is inside,” he says, taking a few steps back “but if you want to come in, you need to wear the hat.”
The Citadel Guards—who have no idea what’s going on, look on with some measure of concern.
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Luna Wakefield
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 11
Physical Description: Standing at 4'9 and supporting flowing white hair is the fair and glowing: Luna Wakefield. While Luna is no doubt a very young lady, her features can no doubt be called even younger, gaining her no compassion in the eyes of others.
While Luna has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised and bewildered with much of what happens around her, it's clear that she is something...different. Her skin is an unearthly sheen of blue and white, and her eyes an icy blue. Though if one to touch her skin, they would find it cool to the touch, almost like snow; but otherwise soft and unvarnished.
Clothes and Equipment: Twisting around Lunas body is a simple blue green dress, rough linen to the touch. Pinned to it is -what one can only assume- a steel pendant, shaped as a circle with two points protruding from opposite sides. Underneath lies a sprawling mass of silk, that forms the comfortable layer of her clothing. Holding this mass of clothing away from the grasps of gravity is a worn leather belt, crinkled and varnished with age. Her feet are unadorned as Luna prefers it this way. Encircling her unblemished neck is an amulet, attached to a small leather string.
Registered: Aug 23, 2018 18:17:36 GMT -8
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Post by Luna Wakefield on Aug 28, 2018 17:55:31 GMT -8
Luna slowly inched forward until she was a few feet from the hat. Slowly she reached out and snatched it off the ground. After taking a few steps back, she slowly settled the hat on her head, though it was a bit big for her. It fell over her eyes, and she let out a small giggle and spun around in a circle.
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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 Aug 29, 2018 11:16:23 GMT -8
As soon as Luna puts on the hat, The assembled Magi heave a collective sigh of relief. There’s no telling how so much raw magic might react with any of the complex enchantments on and in The Citadel—and it’s uncomfortable to be around, besides. The sundew plant woven into that hat will function to absorb that excess and hopefully avoid those problems.
The next step for Luna to enter The Citadel is to get a pass. To this end, the guards in charge of the press wave, beckoning her over.
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Luna Wakefield
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 11
Physical Description: Standing at 4'9 and supporting flowing white hair is the fair and glowing: Luna Wakefield. While Luna is no doubt a very young lady, her features can no doubt be called even younger, gaining her no compassion in the eyes of others.
While Luna has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised and bewildered with much of what happens around her, it's clear that she is something...different. Her skin is an unearthly sheen of blue and white, and her eyes an icy blue. Though if one to touch her skin, they would find it cool to the touch, almost like snow; but otherwise soft and unvarnished.
Clothes and Equipment: Twisting around Lunas body is a simple blue green dress, rough linen to the touch. Pinned to it is -what one can only assume- a steel pendant, shaped as a circle with two points protruding from opposite sides. Underneath lies a sprawling mass of silk, that forms the comfortable layer of her clothing. Holding this mass of clothing away from the grasps of gravity is a worn leather belt, crinkled and varnished with age. Her feet are unadorned as Luna prefers it this way. Encircling her unblemished neck is an amulet, attached to a small leather string.
Registered: Aug 23, 2018 18:17:36 GMT -8
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Post by Luna Wakefield on Aug 29, 2018 18:03:50 GMT -8
Luna hesitantly steps forward, her bare feet making no sound on the ground. She eventually reaches the guards, and avoids eye contact by looku=ing straight at the floor.
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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 Aug 30, 2018 16:15:17 GMT -8
“I need your name, please,” says the guard sitting behind the press, “And your reason for visiting The Citadel.”
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Luna Wakefield
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 11
Physical Description: Standing at 4'9 and supporting flowing white hair is the fair and glowing: Luna Wakefield. While Luna is no doubt a very young lady, her features can no doubt be called even younger, gaining her no compassion in the eyes of others.
While Luna has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised and bewildered with much of what happens around her, it's clear that she is something...different. Her skin is an unearthly sheen of blue and white, and her eyes an icy blue. Though if one to touch her skin, they would find it cool to the touch, almost like snow; but otherwise soft and unvarnished.
Clothes and Equipment: Twisting around Lunas body is a simple blue green dress, rough linen to the touch. Pinned to it is -what one can only assume- a steel pendant, shaped as a circle with two points protruding from opposite sides. Underneath lies a sprawling mass of silk, that forms the comfortable layer of her clothing. Holding this mass of clothing away from the grasps of gravity is a worn leather belt, crinkled and varnished with age. Her feet are unadorned as Luna prefers it this way. Encircling her unblemished neck is an amulet, attached to a small leather string.
Registered: Aug 23, 2018 18:17:36 GMT -8
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Post by Luna Wakefield on Aug 30, 2018 18:00:40 GMT -8
"Luna...I'm here to se the e-empress." She said in a weak voice.
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The Isran Empire
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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 Aug 30, 2018 21:15:08 GMT -8
A couple of guards standing nearby exchange looks. The Empress certainly is attracting all sorts.
The man at the press is just glad to have a short name. It takes him only a few moments to set the type, then the pass is made.
Name: Luna Purpose of Visit: Social/By Invitation Pass Valid For: 5 days
He offers the pass to Luna and gestures toward yet another guard. “Keep this with you all the time while you’re inside, and follow him to your room.”
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