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 Jul 15, 2015 9:49:53 GMT -8
Minister Tyrus approaches Zaltos and Godfrey, somewhat hearing the end of their conversation. "Eat as you wish sirs, Ildesias informed me he would be gone for a few hours. Something happened at the nearby mine, I'm sure he's taken care of whatever it was and will return in a while. I could take care of any needs you have in his absence?"
Tyrus catches a glimpse of the orbs as he reaches the two men, he inquired with curiosity, "What... are those?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2015 10:49:02 GMT -8
Godfrey replied, "Very rare melons. I was hoping to sell them to the mages here. But first, I am going to eat." He sat down at the table and took a large portion of the roast pork he was eyeballing. He dug in, while voracious in speed he was surprising well mannered.
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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 Jul 15, 2015 10:57:00 GMT -8
Tyrus leered at Godfrey, he could very well tell those weren't melons. "Well hopefully Ildesias won't keep us waiting for too long. How are you liking your visit Lord Kiraxo?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2015 11:03:05 GMT -8
Godfrey grinned when he felt Tyrus leer at him. He swallowed a mouthful. "A lord? You don't act much like a lord"
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jul 15, 2015 16:35:29 GMT -8
Word of the defeat and return of Ildesias and the surviving Free City and Phoenix State soldiers would have spread quickly in the feast. However, they would not be left waiting long for news as Ildesias entered the still-ongoing feast with his arm in a sling and his shoulders covered in bandage. His armour had been removed and a formal coat had been placed over him to try and reserve the dignity required for someone of his status.
"Worry not, friends. If you wish, leave to find your loved ones, or speak to your friends and gossip, but I will speak nothing of what happened at the mines. Not tonight; not while we feast."
He sat down at the largest table, in the chair obviously set aside for him, and felt his stomach growl loudly as a full turkey and roast vegetables were brought out before him. His mouth watering, he pulled the chef and a guard aside. "Make sure to get the returning men a good meal from the feast selection. Consider both ours and the men of General Sinn honourary guests at this feast and let them enter if they wish, to be seated at the front-most tables."
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Post by Grand General Sinn on Jul 15, 2015 18:30:59 GMT -8
Behind Ildesias was Sinn and a soldier carrying a large wolf man on their shoulders. The word of defeat spread, something the Grand General didn't like. Not when they were outnumbered and the soldiers have less high physical attributes such as their enemy. They were knocked down, but they still got back up.
Sinn would stop at the entrance of the room, a guard taking them and a wolf to a small room. They knew that the beast had been seen, but they were waiting on a rope. When the rope would arrive, they would tie him up and hang him from his feet to taste humiliation. Sinn figured Owa couldn't get out of his tie or escape even if he wanted to. Sinn would hand his end of the spear to the guard and go into the feast.
He would first find Ildesias, leaning in to whisper, "Lord Ildesias, if you don't mind, after we have feasted, I would like to show these people what we stood against. Although you might feel defeated, to know our numbers stood against an army like them and we still stand... Let them know, we were knocked down, but we got up and fought till the end. If not, we will take the beast to the fort."
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Minister Akai'a
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 21
Physical Description: A female Volkrim, of white fur and purple eyes. Strong and fit from her years of brutal train at the hands of her now deceased father. Her years of travel have done well to keep her in shape.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears black leather battle coat over an off-white tunic. her clothes are cotton, soft and tailored just for her. the thighs and shins of her pants have thick leather sewn into them. She wears no gloves or shoes.
An Isran Sword sits in a scabbard on her belt.
Registered: Jul 10, 2015 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Akai'a on Jul 15, 2015 19:35:32 GMT -8
Akai'a, still completely complaint sat inside the same room as the stubbornly unconscious Owa. She would sit under guard until Ildesias and Sinn decided what do with her. She assumed her compliance earned her some faith considering they didn't bind her hands.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jul 16, 2015 17:33:31 GMT -8
"If you wish to parade him, you are free to do so," Ildesias told the general, while looking upon the feast brought before him. He took a slice of turkey with a knife and placed it in his mouth; chewing the tender meat softly before swallowing. "Fine meat. Fine indeed."
Still, he struggled with his meal more than he would have liked. Having one arm in a sling was going to be highly troublesome.
"But, I would suggest that you do not allow anyone to mistreat or torture him. An enemy though he may be, one we might feel extreme hatred toward, he is still a sapient being with a soul that is worthy of our basic respects. Well... It is just a suggestion; he is technically your prisoner, after all, so feel free to do with him as you wish."
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Post by Grand General Sinn on Jul 16, 2015 18:21:53 GMT -8
"He'll hang from the rafters for the people to see. Nobody will be able to reach him. I'll stay for the feast, but like you, I have things to prepare. When I return, i'll be with our part of the soldiers for the fort. Hope you get well...soon" Sinn spoke to Ildesias, knowing nobody could hear him over the noise.
He would then turn to find Zaltos. When he did find him, he had no hesitation in telling what happened. With Zaltos in the picture, he had to do what he said, or at least most of what he said.
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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 Jul 16, 2015 18:40:28 GMT -8
Zaltos would take a seat, having no interest in Godfrey's orbs. He was more interested in the ham he had in his hand. No sooner than he bit into it, he noticed Sinn and his bandage.
He'd mumble, "Damn it...he'll have to wait."
When Sinn started, he chimed in, "You will wait till I eat this ham. Then you can finish."
When his ham was done, he let Sinn speak. He kept eating, but head every word spoke. Zaltos would take a drink of a fruit water and speak very few words.
"Return the favor. Take that mine back."
From that point, Zaltos turned to Godfrey, "How's your food? If it's all as good as what i've ate, i'll need bigger armor." A laugh escaping.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2015 21:05:06 GMT -8
Godfrey had a large plate of food in his hand and was in the process of standing. One of the soldiers from the battle need a place to sit and Godfrey was more than willing to stand for him. "It is delicious." He took a piece of meat from his plate and popped it in his mouth, it tenderly melted within. "I haven't had food this good in a long time."
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Minister Akai'a
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 21
Physical Description: A female Volkrim, of white fur and purple eyes. Strong and fit from her years of brutal train at the hands of her now deceased father. Her years of travel have done well to keep her in shape.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears black leather battle coat over an off-white tunic. her clothes are cotton, soft and tailored just for her. the thighs and shins of her pants have thick leather sewn into them. She wears no gloves or shoes.
An Isran Sword sits in a scabbard on her belt.
Registered: Jul 10, 2015 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Akai'a on Jul 16, 2015 21:25:17 GMT -8
Akai's waited patiently for her fate. The people she surrendered too have let her be for the most part. Her father Owa was not so lucky. But she surrendered willingly, after being defeated of course, and she helped carry one of the wounded soldiers back. She bore no hatred for the world outside the Nokari Mountains, she was actually fascinated by the outside world. Though the "outside world" would probably cleave her head from her shoulders if she tried anything stupid. She looked at one of the guards and the militaristic part of her mind worked out an escape plan. Not a smart move... With her father captured the Nokari were likely going to send an agent to rescue him anyhow. She shuddered. Agents the Nokari send outside the mountains were monsters. Usually master mages and/or assassins. They always looked at their fellows with cold eyes, like they were ready to kill at a moments notice.
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Post by Grand General Sinn on Jul 18, 2015 19:31:16 GMT -8
Sinn would exit the feast area and return to the room Owa was is. When he returned, the Free City soldier had brought the rope. Sinn would tie one end of the rope through the legs and arms behind Owa. He would them have the men holding him, one a Free City soldier and the other a Grand Army soldier.
When the group entered the room for the feast, Sinn would guide them to the center of the room. He would throw the rope high up and over a rafter. He would then take hold of the rope and begin to heist Owa up above the people. As Owa became vertical, the Grand Army soldier would pull the blindfold off of Owa. They were displaying the P.O.W. He would hand the rope to his soldier and take a seat next to Zaltos and eat a bit.
"Let him smell the food and get hungry. It's a long trip back. Once i'm done eating and the men are done, i'll be heading back to The Phoenix State. Karma's a bitz, and i'll be her wrath. That mine is ours and they will pay for what they have done." He spoke to Zaltos before reaching for the rawest meat he could find.
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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 Jul 18, 2015 20:07:11 GMT -8
Zaltos devoured the food in front of him. All that remained was a pile of bones. He was done in a matter on minutes.
He'd look to Godfrey and ask, "So what's your plans for after this. I believe Sinn has something to do and I don't believe I am needed for it. Now that I am more established here, I believe I need to say my good byes and do what I always do, conquer evil. I've heard someone talking about a land to the north known as Darkhive. Dark vampires are their inhabitants. Sounds like something worth checking out. Wanna go with?"
After eating a roll or two he'd turn to Sinn, "Do what you must. You are a general, and this is what you do. I have faith you'll lead your men to victory. I have something I must tend to. If it is not dealt with now, it could effect everyone.
As for your P.O.W., you need to take him with you. These people don't need to suffer for our P.O.W. If you can get him out of here without the other one of those beastmen noticing, it'll be hard for them to track them down by time you hit the sand. Shave him, brand him, starve him, minimize his water, chain him down for the sun to beat down on him, and two days question him. Do not physically harm it unless there's no other option. Use mental exhaustion techniques. I believe he'll break and turn.
I believe that you'll have your hands full if he does talk. They didn't attack for no reason."
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jul 19, 2015 9:25:51 GMT -8
Slowly, after several more hours, the feast began to inevitably die down. It went on all through the night and it wasn't until almost dawn that it finally went dead enough for cleaning up to begin; though Ildesias told the servants and staff to sleep and worry about clearing up later.
Indeed, they were all exhausted, Ildesias more so than most. His arm pained him and his eyes stung from near-gone memories of battle. Bidding those close to him farewell, he stood and left the keep hall to retire to his bed.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2015 10:07:19 GMT -8
Godfrey nodded after Zaltos finished speaking to his general. "I can see myself hunting with you. They are faster and stronger than your average enemy though." Godfrey noticed Ildesias standing and quickly spoke to Zaltos, "I have another affair to do real quick though" He unsheathed his weapons and left them leaning against the table, grabbed his sack of "melons" and went off after Ildesias.
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Minister Akai'a
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 21
Physical Description: A female Volkrim, of white fur and purple eyes. Strong and fit from her years of brutal train at the hands of her now deceased father. Her years of travel have done well to keep her in shape.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears black leather battle coat over an off-white tunic. her clothes are cotton, soft and tailored just for her. the thighs and shins of her pants have thick leather sewn into them. She wears no gloves or shoes.
An Isran Sword sits in a scabbard on her belt.
Registered: Jul 10, 2015 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Akai'a on Jul 19, 2015 10:18:44 GMT -8
Akai'a watched Owa get taken from the room. When she asked the guards where they were taking him they let her peek out the door. Owa was hanging over the table. She brought her head back into the room and Akai'a started laughing. She stopped after a while, the guards looking very confused at her. She gave them some information, Owa was her father, and he very well deserved that humiliation.
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Post by Grand General Sinn on Jul 19, 2015 18:16:08 GMT -8
Sinn would have Owa lowered and loaded onto the spears again. They would carry Owa out of the room and outside the citadel. And like that, Owa and Sinn were gone.
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Minister Akai'a
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 21
Physical Description: A female Volkrim, of white fur and purple eyes. Strong and fit from her years of brutal train at the hands of her now deceased father. Her years of travel have done well to keep her in shape.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears black leather battle coat over an off-white tunic. her clothes are cotton, soft and tailored just for her. the thighs and shins of her pants have thick leather sewn into them. She wears no gloves or shoes.
An Isran Sword sits in a scabbard on her belt.
Registered: Jul 10, 2015 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Akai'a on Jul 21, 2015 12:51:45 GMT -8
Akai'a watched her father be taken away, from the room of course. She was curious about his fate but was far more concerned with her own. What would these people do with her? The question became a gnawing in the back of her mind.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2015 12:59:53 GMT -8
Godfrey stopped realizing he missed his window to speak to the leader here because he was stuffing his face. Another thought cam to mind. He walked over to Tyrus and placed his sack gently on the floor beside Tyrus's chair. His voice was level and commanding, "You caught a glimpse of what these are, you are an official here within this Keep. I am going to leave these here, do with them what you will. But... If the mages of this place find a use for these objects. I expect recompense when I return. These are too valuable to travel with me any further and they hum with magic. Agreed?" Godfrey started to stride off before Tyrus could answer but he stopped, " Word of warning. They can attract some nasty things. Don't leave the keep with them."
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