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 20:02:03 GMT -8
"I inquire after him for my own purposes, ones that I shall explain only to him. I would therefore appreciate it if you could direct me towards his location as soon as possible." Raydin said, his face holding a slight, tired smile.
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Tyrus Sephiran
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 42
Physical Description: Blonde, wavy, medium-length hair which is usually tied back in a ponytail with a blue ribbon.
Light blue eyes
6'1"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a dark blue jacket with shoulder pads over a white dress shirt, black pants, brown leather boots, black gloves, pendant around his neck
Carries a rapier with him along with a defender dagger
6 golden orbs of elven origin with swirls etched into them, given to him by an adventurer years ago that wanted to sell them. At the start of each swirl was a large gem, each orb having its own color. Red, blue, black, green, white, and orange.
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: Jun 1, 2015 12:16:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tyrus Sephiran on Dec 16, 2015 23:16:44 GMT -8
"I assure you, I am a minister and one of Ildesias' most trusted officials. I could relay your message... buuuut if you really assist, he is outside the city at the Varan Encampment." Tyrus would concede. "I don't know what's going on with those Varans... I hope they won't be a problem for us."
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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 17, 2015 0:23:47 GMT -8
"Thanking you, sir." Raydin said. He exited the Hall, before finding a place where nobody was really watching. As he stood there, a pair of semi-transparent, crystal wings extended from the middle of his back and he flew upwards, spiralling up and up until he could see the Varan Encampment. He then darted straight down towards it.
<Exit to the Varan Encampment>
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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 20, 2015 1:21:02 GMT -8
Niklas entered the hall, unperturbed by any odd glances that might be thrown his way. Though his clothing matched the fashions of the region, his voice grated on certain consonants in a way that indicated foreignness, and his mannerisms could at best be described as improper.
"You must be Tyrus!" He addressed the most official-looking person within the hall, not waiting for a response or confirmation of the man's identity before continuing "I'd like to become a citizen of your city, Tyrus."
"Now I understand that you have a lord who nominally commands the city-state, but I'm not fool enough to know that you, Tyrus, are the true power of Isra."
"I need permission to work here, and for that, I think I will need to be a citizen. Or a visa. Shall I swear an oath to you, Tyrus?" Niklas spoke at an energetic pace, seemingly without the need for pause or breath.
"In return, I will complete any challenge you ask of me, provided you do not demand," for the first time he pauses, and he squints as if to remember something "that I work, directly or indirectly, to the detriment or against the interests of The Black Tower, The Black Tower’s employees, or any of The Black Tower’s other associates or partner organizations, as defined by Grandma." He stops squinting and nods quickly to himself before finishing his verbal assault.
"So Tyrus, do I have leave to operate in your city?"
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Tyrus Sephiran
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 42
Physical Description: Blonde, wavy, medium-length hair which is usually tied back in a ponytail with a blue ribbon.
Light blue eyes
6'1"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a dark blue jacket with shoulder pads over a white dress shirt, black pants, brown leather boots, black gloves, pendant around his neck
Carries a rapier with him along with a defender dagger
6 golden orbs of elven origin with swirls etched into them, given to him by an adventurer years ago that wanted to sell them. At the start of each swirl was a large gem, each orb having its own color. Red, blue, black, green, white, and orange.
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: Jun 1, 2015 12:16:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tyrus Sephiran on Jan 3, 2016 20:45:57 GMT -8
Niklas entered the hall, unperturbed by any odd glances that might be thrown his way. Though his clothing matched the fashions of the region, his voice grated on certain consonants in a way that indicated foreignness, and his mannerisms could at best be described as improper. "You must be Tyrus!" He addressed the most official-looking person within the hall, not waiting for a response or confirmation of the man's identity before continuing "I'd like to become a citizen of your city, Tyrus." "Now I understand that you have a lord who nominally commands the city-state, but I'm not fool enough to know that you, Tyrus, are the true power of Isra." "I need permission to work here, and for that, I think I will need to be a citizen. Or a visa. Shall I swear an oath to you, Tyrus?" Niklas spoke at an energetic pace, seemingly without the need for pause or breath. "In return, I will complete any challenge you ask of me, provided you do not demand," for the first time he pauses, and he squints as if to remember something "that I work, directly or indirectly, to the detriment or against the interests of The Black Tower, The Black Tower’s employees, or any of The Black Tower’s other associates or partner organizations, as defined by Grandma." He stops squinting and nods quickly to himself before finishing his verbal assault. "So Tyrus, do I have leave to operate in your city?" Tyrus would assist Niklas with his thing he wanted and send him away. (too lazy to properly write this sorry.)
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jan 3, 2016 21:37:20 GMT -8
Ildesias entered The Keep Hall after riding back from the Varan Encampment. He told the guards of Raydin, so the man would be allowed straight in without a problem to meet Ildesias in The Keep Hall.
The Keep Hall looked the same as it always had done, but now there was a small difference; a doorway that led into a small office room where Ildesias would conduct business, rather than doing it on one of the feasting tables he he had used to. The office was filled with papers, a desk, some candles and several chairs for both him and visitors to sit on.
"When he comes, send him straight in," Ildesias told one of his men, before moving into the office and sitting behind the desk.
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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 Jan 3, 2016 22:33:21 GMT -8
Raydin walked straight into the Hall, bypassing the security.
"My Lord Ildesias, as I said, I wish to fight alongside. An aide, a bodyguard, I can perform in whichever role you would desire."
He dropped into his strange semi-bow again.
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Intaja II of the Sodalite
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: ???
Physical Description: A short, skinny, blue eyed woman. Solid, straight black hair. Her blue eyes glow softly in the shadows. She has olive skin. She appears to be in her late 20s, though her real age is unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Mostly rags, a small journal filled with runes.
Registered: May 31, 2015 20:29:38 GMT -8
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Post by Intaja II of the Sodalite on Jan 4, 2016 8:59:50 GMT -8
The girl shyly entered the office and looked around. She sees Ildesias and Raydin talking to each other.
"Umm... excuse me... umm... I'm sorry to interrupt I need to talk to Ildesias about something... I'm an ambassador for the Land-Tiller Tribe."
She seemed uncharacteristically afraid.
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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 Jan 4, 2016 14:10:32 GMT -8
"Well, of course." Raydin stepped backwards, allowing the young girl forward to speak.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jan 4, 2016 16:38:10 GMT -8
Ildesias listened to Raydin and slowly nodded to him. "Well, if you're truly up to the task and think you can handle it, I have some elite personal guard who are tasked with travelling with me and other important ministers as a security measure. I'm sure you would fit right in, though it may be more difficult than just joining right off the bat with little to nothing to prove your ability. Perhaps you can accompany me on my duties and I'll see personally if you're up to the job, if that would be of interest to you."
Next, when the shy woman entered his office, he sat back in his chair and peered at her. "Land-Tiller Tribe? I know them, I believe - or of them. Aren't they working with The Phoenix State? What can I do for you?"
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Intaja II of the Sodalite
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: ???
Physical Description: A short, skinny, blue eyed woman. Solid, straight black hair. Her blue eyes glow softly in the shadows. She has olive skin. She appears to be in her late 20s, though her real age is unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Mostly rags, a small journal filled with runes.
Registered: May 31, 2015 20:29:38 GMT -8
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Post by Intaja II of the Sodalite on Jan 5, 2016 9:45:12 GMT -8
Intaja bowed. She was unsure what to do with her hands, so she awkwardly alternated between putting them in her pockets and holding on to her newly acquired bookbag.
"Well, as you may know, they originally intended to work with the Free City, back before it was called Isra. We've been... trying to work you as much as possible. We were there when Red Fletcher attacked and fought alongside your men. And we've been trading with your people... but..."
Intaja, for a few seconds, would become distant. Her eyes showed a demonstrable blue glow. She seemed even more uneasy and concerned.
"I'm... a member of a clan which keeps to itself. We are relatively unknown even among the rest of the tribe. Part of why we hide is because we possess certain powers. I am still young, so mine are not as refined, but I can feel when something terrible is going to happen. And something terrible IS going to happen. I sensed when Red Fletcher approached and fled back to my people to summon cavalry to your Western Fortifications. As you may know, they have established a small base close to your border in case they are needed again."
"I sense something will happen, something big, which threatens to throw the Land-Tiller people into a civil war. And for some reason I sense it concerns Isra... And... the truth is I don't know what to do."
She looked at Ildesias, eyes wide. "How do you feel? What are your concerns? I sense you are making some new allies! That's good. Allies are good..." She tried to smile, but she couldn't hide the fear in her eyes.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jan 5, 2016 14:09:59 GMT -8
Ildesias listened, but could only shake his head in response. "I understand the gift of the seer may be difficult to live with, but you must learn to relax. Isra has strong walls, a proud people with a strong sense of community and only seeks friends in the world. People come to trade with us from all across the world and we have no enemies to fight against."
"I can't comment on a civil war within your tribe. Such business is not my own, nor would I involve myself in it as an outside force looking to gain leverage over one of the possible factions. But, all Land-Tiller people are welcome here and we'll happily let any who wish stay here as friends. Other than this... Well, I'm not sure what to suggest; do you know what's troubling your people? Perhaps we can work from there."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 18, 2024 8:18:56 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2016 14:22:43 GMT -8
A raven flew to the Rookery of the Keep, it's message tied to a cyllinder around its foot. The message was sealed with wax with the Carmean symbol of the roaring bear, and a note wrapped around outside indicated who the message inside was meant for.
A servant of the Keep, no doubt, would find it promptly delivered. The nature of the letter was not incredibly urgent, but the Duke did make it a point that the business of setting up a treaty and alliance between Gauldin and Isra would benefit them if it were done sooner rather than later.
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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 5, 2016 15:56:20 GMT -8
As Madame Naoki makes her way through The Citadel towards The Keep Hall, an astute observer would notice a number of small changes take place regarding the way she carries herself. The settling of her paces into a straight and regular rhythm, the drawing back of her shoulders, a distinct increase in height, even. She leverages her abilities of self presentation and posture to imbue an air of dignified confidence into each movement.
Upon entering The Keep Hall, she approaches the location where she presumes Ildesias would be seated, swiveling her ears around to attune to the noisy environment. Seeing that Ildesias is currently occupied, and not being rude enough to interrupt, she stops a respectful distance away, and with a motion of her hand, brings her party to a stop behind her, deciding to spend her time waiting to gather her thoughts.
Naoki hasn’t yet met Ildesias. She had intended to introduce herself on her previous visit to The Citidel, but the crisis that brought her back to The Sun had prevented any such meeting. She had unknowingly stood beside Ildesias as he was doing his clandestine investigation of The Sun, and had even paused to examine the unique delicacy he was served, but Naoki had failed to recognize him at the time. And, though he may recognize her from that encounter, Demonlord Maelik had declined to notify her after the fact, so she was unaware of the event.
She muses how to be best to introduce herself. There are a small handful of titles that would be applicable, but Naoki has always found it presumptuous when individuals, in introducing themselves, list all of their titles and skills. Just pick the most important one, maybe two, and leave it at that. At least as far as introductions go. Just the titles that are relevant to the business you intend to conduct with the other individual; nobody likes a show-off.
But which one of hers would be best to use in this situation? Probably just ‘Owner of The Midnight Sun’. That carries enough connotations to imply most of the rest, she supposes. She assumes that with how major The Sun is at this point, Ildesias would have to be pretty blind to not have heard of it. And she had no reason to suggest that he was so blind to the happenings within his city. In fact, what she’s heard of the Elven Lord has been almost entirely positive. Overall, she is content with what she knows of his management of the city she's made her life in.
Madame Naoki, Artemis, Skarlet and Cyronin stand up against a wall a respectful distance away as Ildesias conducts his business. Naoki had given Skarlet and Cyronin a two-minute seminar on basic etiquette on the carriage ride over, in the hopes they wouldn’t embarrass themselves too much. She plans to approach once Ildesias’ current visitors have concluded their business and departed. Aware of how telling the orientation of her ears is, she keeps them aimed forward, or to the side away from Ildesias. Though she’s curious as to the topic of conversation, she wouldn’t care to be known first as an eavesdropper.
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Jan 5, 2016 17:02:49 GMT -8
Skarlet has never been in the house of Isra's government before, she was a little anxious. Like Naoki, she too had enhanced hearing, she usually would tune out other's that didn't concern her but she overheard 'war' and decided to listen further. She wouldn't say anything until later.
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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 Jan 5, 2016 17:35:30 GMT -8
"What's wrong? You seem... scared."
Raydin noted on Intaja's seemingly scared behaviour.
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Cyronin the Blue
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 28
Physical Description: Trying.
Clothes and Equipment: https://imgur.com/a/sIpRe
Player's online availability : Often?
Registered: Nov 9, 2015 2:04:16 GMT -8
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Post by Cyronin the Blue on Jan 5, 2016 17:40:58 GMT -8
Cyronin followed Naoki in, mildly annoyed at her lecture on courtesy. He had spent long enough dabbling in the political world to know what he was doing.
All this, however, was forgotten, when he saw the tall, white-haired man standing beside Ildesias.
No... It can't possibly be. What the hell is he doing here?
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Intaja II of the Sodalite
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: ???
Physical Description: A short, skinny, blue eyed woman. Solid, straight black hair. Her blue eyes glow softly in the shadows. She has olive skin. She appears to be in her late 20s, though her real age is unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Mostly rags, a small journal filled with runes.
Registered: May 31, 2015 20:29:38 GMT -8
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Post by Intaja II of the Sodalite on Jan 5, 2016 19:34:38 GMT -8
"Well, there was some controversy recently, with the war between the Phoenix State and Aaedan. The Land-Tiller's State, as Zaltos calls it, did not consent to the war. But it did send some troops. One of our clans, the Saskatoon, were attacked by what we now believe to be agents from Aaedan. One of the most powerful tribe members, a woman named Sangilak, was from that tribe. Rumor has it she tore up half a mountainside with her earth magic."
Intaja shuddered. "Sangilak, she can be very dangerous and unpredictable. I've seen into her mind before. She's a passionate woman, very loving, but that same love makes her reckless. And I believe she is one of Lord Zaltos' generals. She has troops."
Intaja took a deep breath. "I fear our alliance with Isra and the Phoenix State may put us in an uncomfortable position someday. War... war is what will tear our people apart."
Intaja's eyes began to water.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Jan 5, 2016 19:45:59 GMT -8
Grandma would glide through the citadel, swiftly making her way to the throne room. She had heard Naoki was headed this way and hoped to break the news about what had nearly happened to Kate in person. After all, she hardly thought Naoki would want to hear such news through the amulets.
Upon reaching the hall itself, Grandma would find Naoki rather quickly and immediately make her way over to her. Placing her hand on Naoki’s shoulder, she would motion for them to step apart from the main group. Grandma would speak in a rather quiet voice, so it would be hard for others to overhear.
“Now, I’m about to give you some bad news. I don’t want you to get too upset by it, so please don’t make too much of a commotion… You see, I was out patrolling the city, looking for a dragon that was causing havoc as a matter of fact. Well, I found the dragon alright, and it nearly ate your dear friend Kate. The shopkeeper intervened fortunately and I told the dragon off, but it nearly ended in Kate being in that dragon's stomach.”
“I don’t think it was targeting her in particular, but I must advise you to get her some security. After all, being close to our business can be rather dangerous at times… I didn’t learn anything about the dragon, other than it was the ‘beast’ of Pharaoh Zaltos. I’ve had our guards notified to be on the lookout for if it returns, so I doubt you need worry about it anymore, but I figured you’d rather hear this in person rather than from Reese through your amulet.”
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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 5, 2016 21:05:15 GMT -8
Madame Naoki goes aside with Grandma, and listens quietly as Grandma speaks her piece.
Bearing in mind her surroundings, Naoki does her very best to contain her emotions. Though, her very best wasn’t quite enough. Grandma may notice the fires of rage strike and roar in her eyes, below downward pointed eyebrows. Those around her might hear the rapid tapping of her foot on the ground, notice her trembling shoulders, or her fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly.
It is a long moment before she is composed enough to respond aloud. When she does, her words are short, sharp, almost spat -though her voice remains low.
“I see. Thank you.”
One trembling hand reaches up, and touches Naoki’s earring. It remains there for another long minute, as she sends a long series of instructions back to headquarters. Action would be taken, and it would be taken now.
Addressing Grandma again, she tilts her head in the direction of Ildesias, indicating him as the subject of her next sentence.
“I trust you’ll inform the relevant authorities of this…” she searches for the phrase that would be most applicable to the event.
“...this act of aggression against the nation of Isra?”
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