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Post by Isra - The Free City on Oct 6, 2015 17:52:17 GMT -8
"Both of you are known to us, for Ildesias specifically left a message allowing your entry should you show up to attend the Assembly. Go right in," the guard told them.
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Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Oct 7, 2015 12:33:39 GMT -8
(Adrian and Aia)
Adrian smiled, as did Aia, and both infidivuals bowed lightly before Adrian responded. "Thank you, it is good Ildesias keeps his allies in mind." The two figures then entered the Citadel.
<Exit to the Assembly>
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Aia Heijra
Dedicated
Valkyrie of Isra
Roleplay posts: 109
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and athletically built woman, although she appears quite slim. She has long, curly white hair, bright blue eyes, pretty face, and clear complexion.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aia's Ki'gar hangs around her neck like a cape, though only reaches down to her mid-back. It is a darker shade of orange, with black trimming, a black boar's head, and the name 'Heijra' underneath. The Heijra clan is known as the Black Boar clan.
Aia likes to wear fur around her shoulders, which is customary in her homeland. When in battle she prefers to wear little to no armor, and when does it is generally light.
Aia wields an ancestral blade from Asgeir, passed down in the Heijra Clan for many generations. The runic inscriptions allow her to create, control, and use fire magic, drawing upon a source the Varan call "the power of the Old Gods".
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Registered: Aug 15, 2015 5:18:42 GMT -8
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Post by Aia Heijra on Oct 7, 2015 12:34:42 GMT -8
<Exit to the Assembly>
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Raulio Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 28
Clothes and Equipment: A white jacket and pants, a tool kit, a lyre, a notebook and pencil, and a pouch of coffee and green tea candy
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 19:52:13 GMT -8
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Post by Raulio Fletcher on Oct 14, 2015 20:41:13 GMT -8
"I... will... BE... THE... BEEEST!"
The emaciated young man stormed towards the gates of the citadel at such high speed that one could see a very distinct dust train in his wake.
"Yes... YES... NOW I SEE IT! SHE WAS RIGHT! MY SHORT STORY... WAS... CLICHE! THE CHARACTERS... HAD NO DEPTH! I WILL... REWRITE! I... SHALL MAKE... THE... BEST... PROTAGONIST... EVER!!"
Just before he could blitz through the gate he would suddenly stop. He'd look at one of the guards and point his bony finger right as his face.
"YOU'RE PERFECT!" He pulled out his notebook and a pencil and began sketching while catching his breath. "Yes... yes... your jawline... your hair, utter works of art by nature..." Within ten minutes he had created a masterful sketch that practically leaped off the page.
"I thank you! May the heavens bless you!" He shook the guard's hand rapidly and then let go to start running off again, leaving behind several pieces of green tea candy along with another dust cloud.
"RENALT! RENALT FLETCHER! I NEED MORE CAFFEINE! CAFFEINE!"
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King Konrad I von Audria
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 38
Physical Description: Tall, strong, and stern, the Hochmeister embodies all that a knight should be physically capable of. He has a clean-cut, stern face, with wide dark blue eyes, a sharp jaw, and short dark hair. He's taller than most individuals throughout Vessex, and rivals the Asgeirian Varan in terms of strength and posture. He's certainly an intimidating man.
Registered: Aug 6, 2015 13:14:16 GMT -8
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Post by King Konrad I von Audria on Nov 8, 2015 9:03:59 GMT -8
Hochmeister Konrad IV approaches the gates of the citadel. Behind him is a concession of other knights. Adrian, Gustav, Wolfgang, Heinrich, and even Lady Audrey was there. There was also a bodyguard, a man of stout build, standing closest to the Hochmeister, with a most fearsome helm. They stood, with fine white cloaks and recognizable black crosses. They came without armor and weapons, save for the fearsome bodyguard.
"It is I, the Hochmeister of the Brothers. And I've come to speak with Lord Ildesias on matters concerning the... Teutonic State."
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Post by Isra - The Free City on Nov 10, 2015 16:26:32 GMT -8
The guards at the Citadel Gates examined the precession, then nodded and bowed his head slightly. "Very well. Please go ahead to the Keep Hall."
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Dec 10, 2015 10:00:37 GMT -8
Trogdor glided far above the citadel. He admired all the fine metals of the buildings roof.
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Rylon Icetooth
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Indeterminable
Clothes and Equipment: His armour, which he is seen sporting in the image, is made of an extraordinarily rare blend of metals to create a super-hard, lightweight material that doesn't break easily. His blade is made out of an unusual type of metal as well.
Player's online availability : Twice a day(ish)
Registered: Dec 13, 2015 20:31:55 GMT -8
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Post by Rylon Icetooth on Dec 16, 2015 2:03:18 GMT -8
Raydin dropped from the sky like a stone of lead, plunging straight down from where he had been flying right behind the gates, where he landed, light as a feather.
Raising his hands, he said, somewhat quickly, "Worry not! I mean no ill will towards you or your Lord. I merely wish to visit the ruler of this fair city. If you would be so kind as to escort me to him?" He kept his hands behind his back, firmly away from his sword.
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Post by Isra - The Free City on Dec 16, 2015 17:44:04 GMT -8
Alarmed, the guards had at first pointed spears and other nasty weapons at Raydin, until he immediately declared his intentions and that he meant no harm. "Well," one replied to him with a shrug of his shoulders at the absurdity of what he just saw, "Lord Ildesias isn't here right now, but you may seek entrance to The Keep Hall and await him there if it suits you. Other than that, you might try to find him, though I can't point you to where he has gone."
After exchanging more looks with each other, the guards went back to their usual posts.
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Rylon Icetooth
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Indeterminable
Clothes and Equipment: His armour, which he is seen sporting in the image, is made of an extraordinarily rare blend of metals to create a super-hard, lightweight material that doesn't break easily. His blade is made out of an unusual type of metal as well.
Player's online availability : Twice a day(ish)
Registered: Dec 13, 2015 20:31:55 GMT -8
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Post by Rylon Icetooth on Dec 16, 2015 17:48:10 GMT -8
"Excellent." Raydin turned on heel, striding off into the Keep Hall. He would attempt to find the steward and figure out where the Lord Ildesias was.
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Niklas Rorer
Established
I gots new digs!
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 17
Physical Description: Niklas is a human of average height and build. His hair is dark, well-kept and oiled, and tied tightly at the back.
Clothes and Equipment: Niklas is wrapped in worn traveller's clothes of various common materials.
An unimpressive short bronze sword hangs through a loop at the small of his back, angled with the hilt within reach of his right arm. The sword was a gift from Roren, Niklas' master, and has proven a reliable and durable friend throughout Niklas' life.
A large overstuffed knapsack is strapped to his back. It contains his meagre life savings, spare clothes, and travelling equipment.
On his right pointer is a simple silver band with a blue gem inset, used as a communication device for Grandma's Black Tower task force.
Registered: Dec 17, 2015 17:52:27 GMT -8
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Post by Niklas Rorer on Dec 18, 2015 20:13:20 GMT -8
Niklas approached the gate, looking very out of place in such a grand scene. He purposely veered towards one of the guards at the gate entrance.
"Hello," he said. "I'm looking for the city's steward. I want to apply for citizenship. Are they here? This looks like the place where the steward would be..."
He scratched the back of his head absent-mindedly, listening to the guard's reply.
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Raulio Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 28
Clothes and Equipment: A white jacket and pants, a tool kit, a lyre, a notebook and pencil, and a pouch of coffee and green tea candy
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 19:52:13 GMT -8
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Post by Raulio Fletcher on Dec 19, 2015 12:57:45 GMT -8
Raulio had returned. He didn't say much. He was obsessively writing in his journal muttering something about "actopiss" and "shadow beings".
As he walked passed the gate, the guards might notice him occasionally pulling a tiny bit of plant matter from his pocket and sticking it in his hair. The beetle which now inhabited his follicles was only visible up close.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Dec 19, 2015 18:24:21 GMT -8
(This reply should be on the Isra - The Free City account, but I can't be bothered to change characters.)
The guards at the citadel gate looked over Niklas Rorer, then slowly nodded. "Well, the steward is inside the keep in the centre of the Citadel. Go to the main hall and ask for Tyrus," he told the man, before turning back to his post. "And make sure you don't cause trouble. This is one of the most heavily secured places in the world, you know. Just because I'm letting you in this easily doesn't mean you're not being watched."
The guard seemed a little moody, but none-the-less had been honest.
Perhaps he was moody because the strange man, Raulio, was messing around at the gate again. Unfortunately, they couldn't arrest him for nothing!
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Jan 3, 2016 21:37:58 GMT -8
The metal behemoth that is Madame Naoki’s carriage rolls up to the gate of The Citadel on six wheels. It stops, a respectable distance away down the road, parking up against a building, and discharges its occupants down the ladder in the rear. Empress Naoki, Artemis, Skarlet, and Cyronin the Blue all presumably exit the carriage through the door in the rear, and make their way over to the Citadel Guard who handles admissions. By some miracle of scheduling, it may happen to be the same guard Naoki spoke with when she visited the Citadel last. “Hello! It’s me, again. We’ve got a couple of things to take care of in the Citadel today. Need to submit some tax paperwork and such. Here’s our identification.” She presents to the guard her legitimate identification paperwork, as well as that of Artemis and Cyronin. Gesturing to Skarlet, she speaks again. “She doesn’t have any paperwork yet, that’s another one of the reasons we’re here. I intend to register her as a dependent of mine.”
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Post by Isra - The Free City on Jan 3, 2016 21:42:21 GMT -8
Whether or not the guard recognized Naoki was irrelevant, for he appeared so bored in his duty that he barely looked at her. Instead, he merely glanced at her, her allies and her paperwork and then nodded. "Mhm... Go on in..." He told them, staring off into the distance at nothing.
Ten more minutes until his shift ended, then he could go and sleep.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Jan 3, 2016 21:53:38 GMT -8
Handling the paperwork back to Artemis to be placed back in their bag, Madame Naoki nods to the guard curtly.
“Excellent. Have a good day.”
With an enthusiastic forward gesture and perhaps a bit more spring in her step than was absolutely necessary, she leads her party forward through the great portcullis, into the Citadel proper.
Behind them, within the carriage, Stan takes a sandwich from within his seat, and begins to dig into the wonders that are roasted pork as he idly watches the guards change shifts.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 18, 2024 8:57:43 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2016 12:04:45 GMT -8
Saltama strolled up to the gates with a casual yet resolute gait. His face betrayed no emotion, yet it didn't appear like he was attempting to hide anything. He came to a halt at the closed gate, at which he called
"Excuse me! May I come in?"
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 18, 2024 8:57:43 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2016 17:26:50 GMT -8
Saltama sat on the ground, waiting for a response from the guards. "I don't mind waiting," he thought. "They probably have to get permission from a higher authority. Can't just let any random person in a yellow jumpsuit in." While he waited, he looked around at the city, admiring the scenery. Suddenly, Saltama became acutely aware of a mosquito flying around his head. Carefully observing the bug's movements, he waited for the right moment to strike.
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*
Saltama clapped both hands together around the insect with such force that the sound was heard for miles. Completely sure that the mosquito was absolutely annihilated, he separated his hands. To his horror, the bug flew out from where he clapped, unharmed. "How...?" Saltama thought, as he watched the mosquito with amazement. Now, looking at the mosquito with an insulted look, Saltama was determined to crush the insect. He got up, and began chasing it around.
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM* *BOOOOOOOOOOOOM* *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*
Over and over again Saltama tried to smash the mosquito. Much to his increasing chagrin, it escaped unharmed every time. Continuing to chase the bug, Saltama eventually disappeared out of sight of the gate. However, the guards could still hear the incessant booming emanating from Saltama's failed killing blows.
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[Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 221
Physical Description: Zaltos stands roughly 6'2" and weighs around 220 pounds. He is currently using a young male for his vessel that is around 17-20 in age. Since this side of his Red Phoenix has never been present long, it is as juvenile as the new Zaltos, allowing him to be open to learning new magic besides his fire. His build is that of a well trained martial artists and his skin in a moderate tan color. His eyes flash an icy blue and his hair is silver and shoulder length.
Clothes and Equipment: His garb changes, as does his armor. He no longer uses the Phoenix Blade in a broadsword form. This sword is a dual blade sword that is highly magic. These blades are covered in a magical sheath that turns to fire when Zaltos takes hold of it. This sword is rumored to posses the first Phoenix ever. He currently has no shield but his fire. He does carry small items that can be used in combat, but these items vary from time to time and will never be the same at any point.
Registered: Dec 23, 2014 18:25:01 GMT -8
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Post by [Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo on Jan 11, 2016 19:25:28 GMT -8
A man in a cloak would come to the entrance. The man had a unique set of paperwork, one that was made for foreign leaders. This one in particular had a Phoenix imprinted into the paper with the royal signature of the Kiraxo.
"Do not speak loudly, guard. I'm here for a meeting and the public cannot know I am here. When I return, if you've kept this secret, i'll give you two gold coins." Zaltos spoke to the guard as he tucked his papers away.
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Post by Isra - The Free City on Jan 17, 2016 6:47:26 GMT -8
(I'm ignoring Saltama because of reasons that should be quite clear. I'm also apologizing for the wait, as I've not been well for a good week and a half now.)
"There's no need for gold. We respect matters of privacy. Only officials will know of your presence; the public will never find out," the guard told the cloaked man after checking the papers. "Go on in."
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