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 17:33:27 GMT -8
Leiron was confused. He could clearly see the man and the many glowing orbs around him. "He right there." He pointed to the Traveler. "Make yourself known to them. We have gathered to meet you."
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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 17:35:52 GMT -8
The Traveler was simply staring Leiron down. He moved his gave to the others gathered with them. He grinned and said "So history is doomed to repeat." He allowed the others to see him. He waited for the questions he was sure were coming.
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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 18:07:21 GMT -8
Staring at the Mystic Traveler was like staring into the sun. Consecrated robes, thrice anointed in hexagramatic wards. An adamentine cuirass, anchored on the ninth plane through to the thirty-first with arcane sigils echoing those unheard of since the first age. Countless other priceless works of artificery, each in itself a priceless artifact of a bygone age. Around the man weaved orbs that shone so brightly on the astral that he couldn't even make out what they were: only relics of the ancients could possess such raw power. Hirhan felt himself being sucked in, the irresistible pull of the artifacts exerting an almost magnetic draw on his attention.
Hirhan did not need to hear the words the traveler spoke, nor did he need to.
"I am in. Where do I need to go"
Hirhan spoke matter-of factly, and with reverence. His tone was determined, level, and utterly concentrated.
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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 18:20:33 GMT -8
"For all you know I'm evil and want to rule the world." He smirked. The man asked for something he did not even know. "You lot..." He looked at each of them. They reminded him of his own journey not so long before the cataclysm. History was repeating right before his eyes. "I will get right to it. I have a task that your group could be commited too. I was going there myself next. This world you walk was once consumed by something known as the cataclysm. War, drought and rampant magics destroyed everything. You have rebuilt it. But it could fall again. There are many things that must be done to prevent another cataclysm. This task is a major step for that goal. Of course it could all go sideways and bring far more harm than good. Dragons are like that sometimes."
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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 18:53:24 GMT -8
"Dragons."
Why were dragons always involved in everything? They were not the strongest creatures, nor the most intelligent, the toughest, or the most magically gifted. Years of Hirhan's life had been spent studying the dragon: at the tip of his tongue he could recall any number of facts: subspecies, lifespans, wingspans, natural habitats, history, and even gestation periods. Yet he still couldn't fathom why dragons invariably ended up getting entangled in everything from wars to religions to politics. At least they had yet to touch the economy, he mused. They might be liable to horde that too.
"So the world stands at the precipice, and you want us to help you stop everything before the crash. Admirable."
One thing every summoner learns in their schooling is just how difficult is can be to distinguish between angelic beings and daemons: some angels took heavenly human forms, with perfect dimensions and fluffy wings. Daemons too took to human form, in every form from sensual to innocent. Daemons could be horrifying, eldritch beings covered in eyes and shifting, non-euclidean bodies that flowed into themselves in geometrically impossible ways. The same was true of the angels, who often rivaled the daemons in their terror-eliciting appearance. The truth was simple: they were the same beings, only differing in their particular ideals and moral codes. The same, Hirhan mused, was true of us mortals. To Hirhan, verifying what the traveller said would be impossible without trust. He hoped he was dealing with an "angel". He would mutter his first sentence to himself, then continue onward as before.
"Why is it always dragons? Traveller, we need details, and a direction, be it physical or conceptual. What is our task?"
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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 18:55:59 GMT -8
"Repeated itself," Ralf repeated to the Traveler, still looking at his wear which seemed quite alien to him. "Can you explain more specifically what happened? As in, what caused it, and why it was allowed to happen?"
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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 18:58:14 GMT -8
Rani didn't trust the Traveler, from what she heard from the Sage. She continued to listen.
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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 19:15:44 GMT -8
The Traveler sighed... "If we are to talk about ancient history, let us go somewhere with a nice seat."
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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 19:39:48 GMT -8
"Just lead us there," Ralf replied, ready to go wherever the others went to.
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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 19:42:30 GMT -8
"To the Violet Witch then."
<exit to the Violet Witch>
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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 19:59:40 GMT -8
<Exit to The Violet Witch>
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Aug 10, 2015 20:56:08 GMT -8
Nyx and her men marched through the city still under construction. She had never seen so much construction at once. And the Citadel that reached into the sky before her was the only fortification she had seen outside her home and it was impressive.
They had made it to the Citadel Gate. "Greetings. I am Tribu..." She stopped mid sentence. She remembered that her father order her to use the title "Princess" when trying to meet with government leaders. "I am Princess Nyx of the Kingdom of Aaedan. We have come to speak with your leaders if you will have us."
She considered they might make her men stay outside the Citadel considering they were fully armored and armed. She looked up at the Citadel again. What could only 40 well armed expertly trained soldiers even try to do against a target like this. It would take the entire Aaedanian army and their best siege tools to even try. She hoped this place could be a potential ally instead of threat.
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Levi Thunderstruck
Committed
Dead
Roleplay posts: 50
Age: 49
Physical Description: Blonde hair that is usually untidy unless he has to clean up for a special appearance;which then he combs back,
He's slightly overweight from his lazy habits,
Despite his poor habits he's in good health for a man his age,
Clothes and Equipment: Mage Robes
Sandals (with socks)?
(more to come)
Player's online availability : Every Day
Registered: Aug 6, 2015 21:49:09 GMT -8
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Post by Levi Thunderstruck on Aug 10, 2015 20:59:16 GMT -8
Levi had finished fixing his appearance to look presentable just in time. He stood next to Nyx and smiled with his eyes closed as he waited.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Aug 11, 2015 12:55:10 GMT -8
"Soldiers, stand to attention. We have esteemed guests who deserve a full display of respect," Ildesias told The Free City soldiers as he rode up to the gate of the citadel just in time to see Nyx, Levi Thunderstruck and their soldiers await an official response.
Suddenly, each of the twenty guards around the gate stood tall, firm and pressed a fist against their breastplate, as did the multiple dozen archers and pikeman sentries who stood watch on the towering walls above them. Even some refugees joined in, though they really had no need to. Ildesias was quite happy that even the ordinary citizen, still working hard to make their homes, had enough pride in their shared dream to respond like they did.
"I am Ildesias Xen Torsal, current elected Lord of the city and your humble host," the elf told them, though he could not salute with his men as his right arm was heavily bandaged into a sling. "From which direction do you hail, I wonder? Certainly not the north and the west and our scouts have explored many leagues to the south, so perhaps east? The other side of The Forgotten Usque? Is this assumption correct? For if so, I must congratulate you on your journey. Navigating both through and around the forest is no easy task and navigating the lakes and rivers by ship must have taken quite a long time!"
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Levi Thunderstruck
Committed
Dead
Roleplay posts: 50
Age: 49
Physical Description: Blonde hair that is usually untidy unless he has to clean up for a special appearance;which then he combs back,
He's slightly overweight from his lazy habits,
Despite his poor habits he's in good health for a man his age,
Clothes and Equipment: Mage Robes
Sandals (with socks)?
(more to come)
Player's online availability : Every Day
Registered: Aug 6, 2015 21:49:09 GMT -8
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Post by Levi Thunderstruck on Aug 11, 2015 13:14:17 GMT -8
Levi was actually taking a nap while standing up, but he woke as soon as he heard the Ildesias's mount approaching. He quickly got back to looking alert.
"Well met, sir. You're correct, we're from Aaedan in the east. I'm Levi Thunderstruck, grand magus, I'm the princess's chaperon on this diplomatic expedition." Levi introduces himself to the Free City's Lord with a smile and his hands behind his back. He thought for a moment wondering if Nyx was still upset with him coming.
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Aug 11, 2015 13:52:28 GMT -8
She looked up to Ildesias and met eyes, her almost luminescent eyes showing a calm seriousness in the words that followed, "What Grand Magus Thunderstruck says in correct. I am Princess Nyx. We are hoping to open diplomatic channels here in the West. Our lands lay east of the grand Usque and ventures east of Aaedan have yielded nothing but more barbarians trying to invade." She stopped, her eyes drifting down to the horse. It was taller than the horses of Aedan but not as muscular, it was probably faster than the steeds of home, though weaker. Aaedanian scouts would find much use for horses like these.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Aug 11, 2015 15:13:35 GMT -8
"I see. Well, this is the Free City, or at least what it is called right now since it is yet to have a true name. The history of this place began... Around one year ago now. This Citadel you see before you was formed through an incredibly powerful magic spell that required dozens of magi and the skill and intelligence of the architects who designed it. The goal here was to create a refuge for those who wished to escape the harshness of the cataclysm, where they could rebuild and be free of the rule of oppressors and work together for safety and security under a diplomatic system. This is the result so far."
Ildesias climbed down from his horse and approached Nyx and Levi. "Feel free to come inside. I'm sure you and your men require rest after your journey, as well as food," he told them, while offering to take the hand of the princess and kiss the back as he would have been expected in his old kingdom.
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Levi Thunderstruck
Committed
Dead
Roleplay posts: 50
Age: 49
Physical Description: Blonde hair that is usually untidy unless he has to clean up for a special appearance;which then he combs back,
He's slightly overweight from his lazy habits,
Despite his poor habits he's in good health for a man his age,
Clothes and Equipment: Mage Robes
Sandals (with socks)?
(more to come)
Player's online availability : Every Day
Registered: Aug 6, 2015 21:49:09 GMT -8
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Post by Levi Thunderstruck on Aug 11, 2015 15:43:05 GMT -8
"How wonderfully noble this place is. It's looking good so far, Mister Torsal." Levi looked around again at the people at work constructing their city. "Ah, we would would love to come in! Thank you sir."
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Aug 11, 2015 16:03:56 GMT -8
Nyx blushed when Ildesias kissed her hand. Such types of chivalry was not the norm in Aaedan. She took her hand back slowly so as not to offend. She spoke, tripping a bit over the first word, "Th-thank you, your acomodation is most appreciated. Lead the way Lord Ildesias"
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Aug 11, 2015 16:35:04 GMT -8
"Very well. Let us go."
Ildesias turned and would lead Nyx and her companion through the Citadel Gate and up towards the Keep Hall.
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