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Post by Grand General Sinn on Jul 5, 2015 16:34:03 GMT -8
As Sinn reached the bottom of the steps he would speak to one of the higher ranked officers overseeing the gathering, "So what have gathered?"
The officer would snap to attention and salute before speaking, "We have gathered one hundred men. Thirty archers, twenty pikemen, forty sword and shields, and ten glaives. The thirty archers are our sharpest eyes. We decided that in this uncharted land, we needed to know what's coming at use before they do, and these elfin archers can ensure it. The rest were the ones that were most capable after this journey. We have eaten and filled our canteens."
Sinn would salute and begin to shout orders, "Dexis Formation: Archer's Escort!"
With the order of Dexis Formation, the pikemen, swords and shield, and glaives would take their positions in the ranks. Fourteen pikemen ran to the front, six to the rear. Ten sword and shield soldiers would create a wall infront of the pikemen. Behind these pikemen would be the rest of the sword soldiers. The glaives would mix within the sword and shield soldiers.
With the Archers Escort command, the Archers would take their place. Six Archers at the front, looking ahead. Five on each side of the mass, watching their sides, five in the rear, and five behind the pikemen.
All the soldiers fell into their place and stood at attention. Their armor blending in with the lands as the sun was setting upon them. The only sign of them was a reflection of the rays off their armor. The glaive users had a flag rising from their backs bearing The Phoenix State flag or the Phoenix State Grand Army flag.
Sinn would them shout in a foreign language to his basilisk giving orders. A quick shake of the ground and the Desert Basilisk burrowed beneath the ground. It would deep enough that only tunnels beneath the ground would notice.
Then another order to the men was shouted as Sinn reached the lead point of the battalion, "FORWARD MARCH!", and the soldiers began marching forward, their feet hitting the ground at the same point.
It was nearly an hour since the Free City soldiers left. They knew the land so they could move quicker. This would place the Phoenix State Grand Army two hours behind the others. Hopefully they could move quickly through the land and make up some time.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 4, 2024 13:57:47 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 11:26:32 GMT -8
(sorry for my absence)
"All right, all right."Godfrey followed the soldier with no further resistance. He didn't want to get into a fight with so many. That combined with the clamor, Godfrey knows that an impatient soldier will draw blade quicker.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jul 15, 2015 16:29:02 GMT -8
About 20 men survived the journey back. Five had fallen from wounds down the mountain, another two had taken a poisonous fever and met the same fate. They came upon the gate utterly defeated - but relieved. Though the battle had technically ended in victory for the enemy, though most surely a costly one, many of the soldiers were now simply happy they had been among those few to make it back.
Out of the hundred that had gone of the Free City, so few had returned. But more than that, they had been Company VIII of the Citadel Guard. They were not trained, experienced soldiers... They were young knights and nobles, who entered a company designed to give them the experience they needed to go on to higher command positions. Ildesias had completely failed them; leading them into a trap instead of the simple reconnaissance and possible policing mission that it was supposed to be. Now, eighty per-cent of them were dead and he had an arrow through his shoulder.
The guards spoke in shock and rushed to aid them as they came back from the gate. Medics were brought out of the citadel and before long, the surviving men were rushed off to infirmaries and barracks for rest or medical attention.
Ildesias, meanwhile, went to the Keep Hall - letting them only remove the arrow and dress his wound before moving to meet the waiting dignitaries.
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Post by Grand General Sinn on Jul 15, 2015 18:18:42 GMT -8
Having thirty nine men left after the leaving with one hundred was a devastating blow. They took in the fact they had just marched directly from the desert here, only to leave again, but their pride was hurt. The thirty nine men would march proud, for only they knew what they had survived and that there was a prisoner.
Sinn would dismount his basilisk in the plain. He would march forward with his right arm armor was offer and a bandage wrapped around his shoulder. His arm would reveal scars, scales, and jet black marble style skin. More to the fact, he was not a common species of life.
He would pull Owa off of the basilisk and hog tie him. His snout would also be tied twice. A blindfold was put on Owa's head to cover his eyes. When all this was done, Sinn would stick two spears through the opening between Owa's arms and legs behind his back.
Sinn would kneel down and lift the blindfold, looking Owa in his closed eyes. Sinn would take his left hand and backhand Owa and yell at him, "WAKE UP! THE TRIPS OVER!"
Whenever Sinn could get Owa to wake, he would let Owa get a look at his helm before dropping the blindfold back over the Volkrim's eyes. The first step of interrogation, making them worried, possibly scared, knowing they had no control on anything, at someones mercy.
Sinn would then move this group to the front of the march. Sinn wanted everyone to know, even though the numbers were down, they had a valuable thing. In their loss, there was still a gain, all in terrible terms.
Once they were upon the Citadel, Sinn would order the company to receive medical care and get some rest. They all knew it wasn't over, so they needed to eat and rest quickly. Tomorrow might not be their friend. Sinn himself would continue on with the his soldiers carrying the beast.
Upon entering, he would speak to one of the guards, "Can you get a rope? I'll leave a soldier here to bring it to me if you can."
Sinn would relieve one of the soldiers and help carry Owa. They would make their way to the Assembly Hall. The sight of people, sound of music, and the smell of food contradicted their senses at the moment, but it did help calm them.
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Archangel Erik
Committed
Mortal body is deceased, His Spiritual presence is back where it belongs.
Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 19:41:24 GMT -8
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Post by Archangel Erik on Jul 19, 2015 22:12:40 GMT -8
Erik flew through the skies, still carrying the human in his arms. Their altitude was starting to decrease, putting them at a aloe towards the ground. Luckily, the Free City was nearby and the archangel start ed to glide over to it's direction.
"I said don't go back there...." Zatch said to the carrier.
"Well....you can't run from your problems." He landed in front of the gate, dropping him on to the ground. "I should probably introduce myself as well.....I did just make their life hell for a bit and need to apologize."
Zatch just sighed.
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Ellie Kendall
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 20
Physical Description: Eloise 'Ellie' Kendall has soft red-brown hair, it hangs in straight choppy lengths down to just below her shoulders. She has a long fringe, which isn't so surprising when she doesn't want to risk taking a blade that close to her face. Ellie's eyebrows are a shade or two darker than her hair, twin curves resting above expressive eyes. Her eyes are an odd green-yellow, almost intimidating if one has never seen such a shade.
Her face is oval in shape with high cheekbones, giving her a slightly haunted expression in certain lights. Her mouth is slightly too small for her face and a pretty petal pink, but the imperfect cupids bow looks best when she smiles. Ellie's nose is fine boned and a little crooked from a scrap with her half-sister when they were younger. Her chin is rounded, evening out her high cheekbones just enough. Her ears are not pierced however she has a metal cuff that she slips onto the outer edge of her left ear when it suits her. There is a small light brown freckle on her right earlobe.
Her hands are of average size but her fingers are longer, allowing her to grip the handle of her short sword or even a cutlass. Callouses cover parts of her hands, which she hides with leather gloves. Her feet are small to medium size for her height of 5 feet 9 inches tall. Her weight of 145 pounds is distributed well enough over her body however her muscles are used to long days of walking and carrying items for her Ladyship. Ellie is often compared to a willow tree or gazelle, though she pays no mind as she can never tell if people are jesting. She thinks of herself as tall and slightly round, a little too round in places sometimes to fit into her chain mail properly.
Her skin colour is a pale tan with a smattering of freckles over her arms and the bridge of her nose. The skin of her back is scarred due to many a punishment from her mother's husband, long silvery stripes echoing a spider web stretch over her back. However the rest of her complexion is relatively smooth as she went through puberty some years ago. Eloise was brought up to live as a human but is half elf and half human by blood. She has a small tattoo of a flower on her left hip that no one has ever seen except for the artist and herself. Ellie has a birthmark on her left knee, a light brown spot the size of a coin..the same mark as Lady Morgan Huxley.
Clothes and Equipment: 1 x Dark grey woolen cloak
1 x secondhand steel armour
1 x chainmail
2 x pale green day dresses
1 x dark blue riding dress
2 x hand me down cotton chemise
1 x leather gloves
1 x short sword
((Will update more at a later date))
Player's online availability : Most days
Registered: Jul 27, 2015 17:17:10 GMT -8
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Post by Ellie Kendall on Jul 28, 2015 6:02:01 GMT -8
Eloise Kendall held up one leather gloved hand, shielding her eyes from the sun as it peeked though the clouds. Her horse fidgeted beneath her, the bay mare champing at her bit as the other riders caught up to her. Once again Lady Huxley had sent her ahead to inform a citadel of her arrival with some settlers. After the death of their shared father, they had little choice but to pack their things and travel with some of the beings going this way. The convoy of travelers were at least half an hour behind them, however Ellie wanted to put as much distance between herself and her well born sister. "My Lady, I believe you are leading this advanced party," A crudely armoured soldier reminded her gruffly and she smiled beneath her helm. The common born woman urged her mount forward into a trot, then a sprightly canter.
The men had long ago given up complaining about the bastard woman, having instead gotten used to her ways. Sunlight glanced off her armour and she steered the horse towards the portcullis. The further she got from her sister, the freer she felt. Her heart lifting with each hoof beat, knowing that she and her sister would gladly be parting company here. This didn't trouble her, if anything it made her want to marry the first man she clapped eyes on. Morgan was petulant at the best of times and a downright bore the rest, Ellie had no interest in what useless babble the higher born women spouted. She had promised their late father that she would get Lady Huxley to the Free City in one piece. She would be damned if she was not a person of her word...though had been sorely tempted to hack off her sister's hair with her sword on many occasions.
The distance was swallowed up swiftly by the horses and she reigned in her mare as the path became clearer over the terrain. Once close enough she dismounted and led her horse so that she was standing before a group of guards. She took off her helm, a few coppery strands being blown back by the slight breeze whilst the majority of her choppy locks were plastered to her neck. "I apologise for disturbing you sirs, however we are the advanced party sent by a group of settlers. We are to let you know that Lady Morgan Huxley travels with them. This is Sir Aaron, Sir Garret and Sir Richard. My name is Eloise Kendall, lady knight." She said cordially, bowing formally whilst regarding the men with her eerie eyes after this show of respect.
" Good day to you sir." She noticed another at the gate, dipping her head politely when really all she wanted to do was find a bed for the night and bathe. Ellie loved her horse but affection for your mount and wearing their odour as your scent was a different matter. She leaned against her horse's neck just enough to take some weight off her sore legs and smiled pleasantly at her comrades when they dismounted and joined her on terra firma.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jul 29, 2015 14:14:58 GMT -8
The Lord of the City, Ildesias Xen Torsal, came upon the party at the gate whilst riding his steed back towards the citadel. He slowed his horse to a walk, peering down at them as several guards paused to salute him and bow. When his horse reached the gate, he pulled the reigns to a stop and then dismounted, turning to the side to speak to one of the soldiers under his breath.
The soldier nodded, quickly moving away with several others as though they had just received an important order, though there remained more than enough to defend the gate from any attempted intruders. Ildesias watched Zatch with a curious eye, though didn't approach to greet him. He did not want to discuss the things he had to discuss in front of those who were currently outsiders.
So instead, made his way to the outsiders and reached out a hand to shake that of Eloise Kendall. "Greetings, my lady Knight. It is rare to see women who both encapsulate beauty and martial prowess in their form. I am Ildesias Xen Torsal, elected Lord and leader of what will eventually be the greatest city-state in the world. I believe that you are here to discuss settlement? Please follow me inside so that we can discuss further."
Meanwhile, the soldiers approached Zatch and immediately offered a salute. "Lord Ildesias sends us to offer his greetings. He does not yet have the time to meet with you personally, but he sends us to ask where you have been and to also congratulate you on your official promotion to the rank of captain; if you will accept it."
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Ellie Kendall
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 20
Physical Description: Eloise 'Ellie' Kendall has soft red-brown hair, it hangs in straight choppy lengths down to just below her shoulders. She has a long fringe, which isn't so surprising when she doesn't want to risk taking a blade that close to her face. Ellie's eyebrows are a shade or two darker than her hair, twin curves resting above expressive eyes. Her eyes are an odd green-yellow, almost intimidating if one has never seen such a shade.
Her face is oval in shape with high cheekbones, giving her a slightly haunted expression in certain lights. Her mouth is slightly too small for her face and a pretty petal pink, but the imperfect cupids bow looks best when she smiles. Ellie's nose is fine boned and a little crooked from a scrap with her half-sister when they were younger. Her chin is rounded, evening out her high cheekbones just enough. Her ears are not pierced however she has a metal cuff that she slips onto the outer edge of her left ear when it suits her. There is a small light brown freckle on her right earlobe.
Her hands are of average size but her fingers are longer, allowing her to grip the handle of her short sword or even a cutlass. Callouses cover parts of her hands, which she hides with leather gloves. Her feet are small to medium size for her height of 5 feet 9 inches tall. Her weight of 145 pounds is distributed well enough over her body however her muscles are used to long days of walking and carrying items for her Ladyship. Ellie is often compared to a willow tree or gazelle, though she pays no mind as she can never tell if people are jesting. She thinks of herself as tall and slightly round, a little too round in places sometimes to fit into her chain mail properly.
Her skin colour is a pale tan with a smattering of freckles over her arms and the bridge of her nose. The skin of her back is scarred due to many a punishment from her mother's husband, long silvery stripes echoing a spider web stretch over her back. However the rest of her complexion is relatively smooth as she went through puberty some years ago. Eloise was brought up to live as a human but is half elf and half human by blood. She has a small tattoo of a flower on her left hip that no one has ever seen except for the artist and herself. Ellie has a birthmark on her left knee, a light brown spot the size of a coin..the same mark as Lady Morgan Huxley.
Clothes and Equipment: 1 x Dark grey woolen cloak
1 x secondhand steel armour
1 x chainmail
2 x pale green day dresses
1 x dark blue riding dress
2 x hand me down cotton chemise
1 x leather gloves
1 x short sword
((Will update more at a later date))
Player's online availability : Most days
Registered: Jul 27, 2015 17:17:10 GMT -8
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Post by Ellie Kendall on Jul 29, 2015 19:31:38 GMT -8
The appearance of another caused the ball to start rolling, the young woman watching as the guards saluted and bowed in this man's presence. A man of importance then, it seems that luck was smiling on her as she heard the very distant sounds of the settler caravans. Hopefully this man would indeed be her ticket into the city and she'd be able to fade from her sister's sights. He'd sent a guard off whilst she had been thinking and had approached her and the three men she'd brought with her.
She slid her smaller hand into his and shook as many times as were necessary, a polite smile on her lips. "Greetings, my Lord. They ran out of common born men to recruit, so they went after bastards to fill the ranks. Thus, my beauty and martial prowess shall die with me in either case but thank you for the compliments sir. My Lady Huxley sent me...for she has no head for discussions." Ellie stated wryly, having gotten used to her sister's game of 'send the woman that no one can have...then I shall appear in all my glory'. The poor Lord had no idea what was in store for him once her trickster of a sister arrived.
She bowed to the guards and gave a polite head nod to the other man at the gate before making moves to follow the Lord of this new city state. The woman rolled her shoulders to try and get the stiffness to leave her, her fingers itching to put her helm back on. She wasn't a self conscious woman but she did know that it was unfair to have a face like hers in a place where she could never be matched with another. The less attention she garnered on her arrival, the better. She realised that she'd fallen out of step and almost lost the Lord, perhaps the travel had worn her nerves enough to make her this slow witted. Not necessarily a good thing for discussions.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jul 30, 2015 13:00:03 GMT -8
"We'll enter the main hall in the keep and discuss matters further there," Ildesias told her, turning to a guard and nodding to let them through. Without another word, he made his way inside the citadel, leading the party to his chosen destination.
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Leiron
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 23
Physical Description: The elf was of tanned skin, his hair was brushed back and so blonde it seemed white. He had a scar that started under his right eye and ended half way down his angular face. His cheekbones were high and his face long. His upper body was much bulkier than other elves she had known but his legs were just as gangly. Though you could hardly tell with the thickness of his grieves. Looking at his eyes, they are large like most elves. Silver with ring of blue around his pupil
Clothes and Equipment: ________________________________________________________
Leiron wears a long green sleeved tunic and faded black cloth trousers. Over them he wears bracers, a jerkin with leather scales on hte chest shoulders and arms, boot greaves, and 2 leg satchels, and 3 belts. All are dark brown leather with elvish designs pressed into them. He also has a full helm made of the same material and elvish design. They all have black fur accents except the belts. Over his armor is long, black, cloth gilet which has some elvish embroidery on the edges and black fur and leather over its shoulders. Each belt has a purpose. One belt hangs slightly to the left and holds the scabbard for his sword. Another belt hangs to the right and holds a quiver. and the last and widest (6 inches wide) belt simply holds up his pants... and provides a bit of extra armor.
He has an elvish long sword sheathed at his left hip. a longbow rests across a small shield on his back. Both of which are of elvish design. A mythril spear 6" in length
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on Aug 8, 2015 14:13:58 GMT -8
Lerion arrived at the Citadel Gate. He was on saddled up, it made people more at ease than just seeing an elf walking beside a dragon. He found a spot by the gate, out of the way and empty. He dismounted Asadobres.
Asadobres laid down instantly and eyeballed Leiron angrily for riding so long on the ground. She simply didn't like being treated like a horse.
Leiron eyeballed back, "I know you, all the shiny things and flashy lights, you would have been darting around scaring people and getting us in trouble with the guards if I wasn't aboard."
Asadobres snorted at him and rested her head on her forearms.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Aug 8, 2015 14:26:56 GMT -8
Ralf carried Hirhan towards the Citadel. Rather than go up to it, he stopped against a wall within an alley, not to far from the Citadel's gate. "We'll rest here," Ralf said to him, sitting down against the wall. "Come morning, we'll go in to meet this... 'Traveler'. But perhaps you could give us one of those magical baths?"
<Waits for morning>
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max
Committed
Roleplay posts: 71
Registered: Jul 25, 2015 13:03:02 GMT -8
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Post by max on Aug 8, 2015 14:31:41 GMT -8
''Took you long enough'' Seated on the stairs of the Citadel's walls, Max got up and walked towards the peculiar dragon taming elf, despite them almost coming to blows the last time they were face to face.
''Strange choice of transportation. Do you simply prefer using your dragon on the ground, or lack the skill to fly it?'' In a strange way, he was more comfortable talking to the elf than the other, because he wasn't there to witness the debuckle with the mage.
''We can wait under the shade by the stairs.'' <Waits for morning>
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Hirhan
Dedicated
Braving the desert heat in search of ancient relics.
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 50
Physical Description: Weathered, serious looking (though in actuality not serious at all). Tall and lanky.
Clothes and Equipment: >A well worn robe favored by lecturers.
>Several weighty tomes, filled with information on the arcane. >Heavily bookmarked and earmarked, well used.
>A journal and accompanying scribe's toolkit.
>A rod of polished rosewood wood carved with arcane sigils. This blasting rod allows fine control, and helps Hirhan to channel more energy than he normally could.
>A medallion, featuring a pair of carved hands. This trinket helps absorb incoming missiles, and is somewhat effective at blocking magical attacks. Useless in a melee.
>A pouch of coins.
>A pair of glasses covered in lenses, which allow him to see that which mortal eyes cannot view.
>A vambrace which can store a single spell of later casting.
>An athame.
Player's online availability : Lol
Registered: Jul 30, 2015 17:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Hirhan on Aug 8, 2015 14:44:50 GMT -8
"Of course, allow me."
Hirhan spoke a few arcane syllables, allowing the dirt and sweat to flow off Ralf, condensing into a ball. Hirhan pointed his fingers at it, making a "bang" motion which caused the ball to solidify then explode outwards into dust in the direction he had been pointing.
"I will call a watcher, so that we will not be disturbed." Reaching into his bag he drew out a carved wooden eyeball, which he placed into his other palm. Closing both hands over the sphere, Hirhan began to chant softly, the words so soft even Ralf, who was sitting right next to Hirhan, couldn't hear. Red light shone out, then everything again became dark. Letting out a gasp as the energy he had spent suddenly fled from his body, Hirhan closed his eyes, shielding them with his hat's brim. The eye he laid to rest facing outward on his lap. His sleep was pleasant, all things considered. <Waits for morning>
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Leiron
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 23
Physical Description: The elf was of tanned skin, his hair was brushed back and so blonde it seemed white. He had a scar that started under his right eye and ended half way down his angular face. His cheekbones were high and his face long. His upper body was much bulkier than other elves she had known but his legs were just as gangly. Though you could hardly tell with the thickness of his grieves. Looking at his eyes, they are large like most elves. Silver with ring of blue around his pupil
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Leiron wears a long green sleeved tunic and faded black cloth trousers. Over them he wears bracers, a jerkin with leather scales on hte chest shoulders and arms, boot greaves, and 2 leg satchels, and 3 belts. All are dark brown leather with elvish designs pressed into them. He also has a full helm made of the same material and elvish design. They all have black fur accents except the belts. Over his armor is long, black, cloth gilet which has some elvish embroidery on the edges and black fur and leather over its shoulders. Each belt has a purpose. One belt hangs slightly to the left and holds the scabbard for his sword. Another belt hangs to the right and holds a quiver. and the last and widest (6 inches wide) belt simply holds up his pants... and provides a bit of extra armor.
He has an elvish long sword sheathed at his left hip. a longbow rests across a small shield on his back. Both of which are of elvish design. A mythril spear 6" in length
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on Aug 8, 2015 14:55:11 GMT -8
Leiron was suprised by Max's appearance. After a moment he decided to speak "She's more than transportation, she's my friend. ...And I can very well fly with her. You just haven't gotten the chance to see me fight together with her yet."
Asadobre stared at Max from her posistion.
I guess we will wait with you
<waits for morning>
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Aegon
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 238
Age: ??
Physical Description: Six and a half feet tall, lean and fit, his black hair still long now has a braid that comes down the right side of his chest. dark and steely. A full beard now adorns his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: He now wears simple clothes. A sleeveless black tunic, dark brown cloth trousers, leather sandals, often a leather cuirass. A green hald cloak adorns his shoulders and can be used as a hood if he needs one.
He still has several magical orbs in his possession that float around his person invisible unless used. Those that glimpse them see golden orbs etched with various geometric patterns and studded with gems. Each with a secret.
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Registered: Jul 16, 2015 21:33:03 GMT -8
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Post by Aegon on Aug 8, 2015 15:38:34 GMT -8
The Traveler had entered the city unnoticed. His magics at work around him to make him unnoticable unless he wished it. He came to the gate of the the Citadel and noticed the dragon. He walked over to it, still unnoticed and made her aware of his pressence. "You poor thing." He touched her nose and whispered to her in draconic. "Wux re tepoha vi jennu thatheo ghergo ir. dout tonn tobor tepohaic authot ehis shar xurwk wux versvesh."
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Asadobres
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 30
Physical Description: A young dragon by all means. Coated in silver scales with claws and horns that look like obsidian. Small frame to be faster and more agile in the air but weaker physically. Her wings when spread are saphiric blue.
Her humanoid form looks like a young elf girl, with white hair and blue eyes. It took time and a lot of practice but her humanoid guise is finally perfected.
Clothes and Equipment: A saddle made by leiron out of many different kinds of leathers. It was well designed through trial and error. She accepts the extra quivers and saddle bags, the weight will make her faster and stronger should they be removed.
In her human form she often wears a light cloth dress that Leiron makes her wear, though she doesn't understand why.
Registered: Jun 30, 2015 19:46:52 GMT -8
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Post by Asadobres on Aug 8, 2015 15:40:20 GMT -8
She did not flinch when the strange man touched her. She was actually somewhat calmed by it. Whe he spoke in draconic she picked up what the words meant somehow. They were familiar to her but she did not truely know them.
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Leiron
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 23
Physical Description: The elf was of tanned skin, his hair was brushed back and so blonde it seemed white. He had a scar that started under his right eye and ended half way down his angular face. His cheekbones were high and his face long. His upper body was much bulkier than other elves she had known but his legs were just as gangly. Though you could hardly tell with the thickness of his grieves. Looking at his eyes, they are large like most elves. Silver with ring of blue around his pupil
Clothes and Equipment: ________________________________________________________
Leiron wears a long green sleeved tunic and faded black cloth trousers. Over them he wears bracers, a jerkin with leather scales on hte chest shoulders and arms, boot greaves, and 2 leg satchels, and 3 belts. All are dark brown leather with elvish designs pressed into them. He also has a full helm made of the same material and elvish design. They all have black fur accents except the belts. Over his armor is long, black, cloth gilet which has some elvish embroidery on the edges and black fur and leather over its shoulders. Each belt has a purpose. One belt hangs slightly to the left and holds the scabbard for his sword. Another belt hangs to the right and holds a quiver. and the last and widest (6 inches wide) belt simply holds up his pants... and provides a bit of extra armor.
He has an elvish long sword sheathed at his left hip. a longbow rests across a small shield on his back. Both of which are of elvish design. A mythril spear 6" in length
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on Aug 8, 2015 15:42:40 GMT -8
Leiron was made aware of the Traveler the moment he let Asadobres know of his presence. Leiron heard what he said to her and like Asadobres the words somehow held meaning but he did not understand. "Are you the Traveler?"
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Aug 8, 2015 15:47:04 GMT -8
Rani arrives to meet with the others, "Ello! I slept well."
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Hirhan
Dedicated
Braving the desert heat in search of ancient relics.
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 50
Physical Description: Weathered, serious looking (though in actuality not serious at all). Tall and lanky.
Clothes and Equipment: >A well worn robe favored by lecturers.
>Several weighty tomes, filled with information on the arcane. >Heavily bookmarked and earmarked, well used.
>A journal and accompanying scribe's toolkit.
>A rod of polished rosewood wood carved with arcane sigils. This blasting rod allows fine control, and helps Hirhan to channel more energy than he normally could.
>A medallion, featuring a pair of carved hands. This trinket helps absorb incoming missiles, and is somewhat effective at blocking magical attacks. Useless in a melee.
>A pouch of coins.
>A pair of glasses covered in lenses, which allow him to see that which mortal eyes cannot view.
>A vambrace which can store a single spell of later casting.
>An athame.
Player's online availability : Lol
Registered: Jul 30, 2015 17:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Hirhan on Aug 8, 2015 15:49:01 GMT -8
Hirhan's eye did not notice The Traveller, but it did hear Leiron's speech and recognized it.
Hirhan awoke with a start, his hand instantly going to his blasting rod. Nothing immediate, no danger. That was good. The orb told him that Leiron has began to talk to someone. Regardless of who it was, Hirhan was interested. He would rise, stretching to soothe his cramped muscles. He soon found himself where Leiron and the sage were.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Aug 8, 2015 16:41:21 GMT -8
Ralf awoke with Hirhan and greted him with a simple "mornin'". The two headed over to where Leiron and Rani was. The entire party was here, save for Max. "Good to see you and Asadobres again, Leiron. Now, where is this Traveler?"
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