Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on Feb 2, 2020 13:13:11 GMT -8
It had been quite some time since she'd last set foot in the city... years, in fact... and a lump formed in the pit of her belly as she guided Cairex forth to the gate of the citadel. Her finery itched almost, and she was nervous to face the woman who she thought she had made such a bad impression upon while still basically a child. She had grown since then; become something more than some inflated ego, a once spoiled young lady who had wanted for nothing who was now free of such a burden. She cast a glance to the man who had chosen to be her protector and she gave a nod of resolve.
They approached the gate and she called out, “I am Lady Faisine of the Usque with my protector Sir Cairex. I have come to request an audience with Her Imperial Highness, Empress Naoki.” Her voice wavered only a little bit, letting those nearby know that there was some trepidation involved despite her best efforts to staunch them.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Feb 2, 2020 18:26:04 GMT -8
A wave of nervousness flooded through Cairex the deeper they went into the City. Even in his human form, in a city that so far appeared to house all sorts of different people, he felt like all eyes were on him. He longed to be back outside of civilization again, in the wilds where he belonged. But his dedication and oath to Faisine kept him in place. Her look filled him with confidence again, and he gave a smile back, waiting for the response to her declaration.
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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 Feb 2, 2020 22:06:50 GMT -8
“Right-o, just a moment.”
Making note of their names, a guard heads over to the press and in short order returns with two passes.
Name: Lady Faisine Purpose of Visit: Requesting audience with Her Majesty Pass Valid For: 5 days
Name: Sir Cairex (Lady Faisine) Purpose of Visit: Requesting audience with Her Majesty Pass Valid For: 5 days
“I trust you know the Citadel rules,” the guard says, despite having no evidence to suggest that they do. “Follow the page, do as he asks, and you may be able to get an audience today. If not, bring the pass back tomorrow.”
As the gate opens, the guard gestures, and a page boy wearing a cute little tunic emblazoned with The Sun rushes out to meet them. “This way please!”
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Ulfang von Haren
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Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Registered: Jun 27, 2015 11:08:07 GMT -8
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Apr 13, 2020 21:00:24 GMT -8
Ulfang and his regiment of eighty Dread Knights and a score or so Isran guardsmen arrive at the gates to the Citadel minutes after the void above has been opened, easily cutting down those few blue bloods who have made it up to the Citadel proper through the hail of Isran arrows. Ulfang stares up at the unnatural tear in space, and curses under his breath in the ancient tongue of the Vale. The formation of Dread Knights twists about at the order of their lieutenant, and forms a four-ranked line before the gate upon the top step on the approach to the citadel, holding back the tide of blue bloods with ruthlessly efficient swipes and stabs of their halberds.
The ragged Isran guardsman contingent that joined the formation is slightly slower to respond to the orders of an unfamiliar commander, although they do eventually comply, making up the rearmost ranks as the King himself runs up to the gate to call up to the guardhouse, driving Fang into the ground and cupping his hands in an "o" around his mouth. "Hail! Is anyone present?" he calls up. "I am King Ulfang von Haren of the Black Vale. I have come with a regiment of elite footmen to help in securing the Citadel! I humbly request you allow us entry before we are overrun!"
The unnatural invigoration of the Dread Knights through the Black Arts of the Von Haren blood serves them well now, as they fight tirelessly against the hordes of blue bloods suicidally throwing themselves against the formation, and a mound of corpses begins to form before the chokepoint of the steps. However, it's only a matter of time before their strength begins to wane under this constant assault, and a moment of respite within the walls of the Citadel would do much to keep their combat efficiency at its peak. Judging by that strange void overhead, though, their troubles are just beginning, and it's doubtful that any rest will be found behind those sturdy walls.
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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 Apr 14, 2020 20:42:23 GMT -8
For a long moment, there is no response from The Citadel. Even the arrows stop.
Then the portcullis begins to rise. It does so with agonizing slowness, but it’s as quickly as the poor lads up in the gatehouse can turn the wheel. It’s made to go down a lot quicker than it goes up, but that’s working against the defenders this time.
Behind the portcullis, one of the great doors creaks open, its noise obscured by grating metal and screaming. It doesn’t open all the way without having the portcullis all the way up, but the gap is just wide enough for someone to fit through, presumably in situations exactly as such. A guardsman appears in the gap and gestures frantically for the defenders to hurry in.
From the ramparts above, arrows and bolts both now rain with increased ferocity, as a result of Imperial Army archers coming to reinforce the gate of their own accord. They’re fairly good shots, and the blue bloods that manage to make it through their fire all the way up to where Ulfang’s regiment is trickle down to a paltry few. They ought to be able to enter without but so much more trouble, though far greater troubles await them inside.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Registered: Jun 27, 2015 11:08:07 GMT -8
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Apr 20, 2020 21:12:24 GMT -8
The regiment of knights and guardsmen retreat back into the Citadel, the deadly line of halberds still facing toward the stairs. This makes the retreat a mite slower, but better that than turning one's back to a rabid enemy. Once they're within the gates, they stand ready to cut down any that follow them, only moving to stand at ease and turn toward their leader for instruction once the gate has slammed shut. The disciplined knights remain silent with halberds held vigilantly at their sides, awaiting orders. The Isran Guardsmen, loathe to be shown up by these strangers from a foreign land, offer a similar degree of cohesion, moving as one to rejoin their brethren on the walls.
Ulfang takes a moment to catch his breath. "Men of the Vale!" he bellows in harsh tones of command, once he's composed himself again. "We must secure the Empress. Whatever that was roiling above the Citadel cannot be a good sign, and I assume we'll run into hostiles. Break into a standard search formation once we enter, but keep your guard up and support your eskadron."
He turns toward the Citadel and beckons for the regiment to follow, jogging toward the keep with a long stride. The Dread Knights follow suit, moving as one, and before long they disappear within the gargantuan structure.
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