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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2015 14:09:27 GMT -8
"Very well" Marcus said as he bowed lightly stepping away from Ildesias and beginning to make his exit. His men followed his lead and the three span in unison creating a momentary wall of red linen before their capes fell back to their resting positions. The trio were about half way out of the room when Nyx spoke to them causing Marcus to slow down a little to respond. "It is a long story spanning the course of many years." His head flashed back to the woman as she continued to inquire about their homeland causing him to let out a long, drawn out sigh. Throwing his hand over his shoulder he beckoned to the women as he called out to her growing ever closer to the exit. "If you truly with to know, accompany my men and I back to our people on the outskirts of this settlement. I will explain everything on the way" Marcus and his men would continue to exit the keep hall with or without Nyx in tow.
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Strike-Fist
Established
Assassin of TPS
Roleplay posts: 15
Registered: Aug 17, 2015 17:54:52 GMT -8
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Post by Strike-Fist on Aug 19, 2015 15:26:32 GMT -8
Quietly and peacefully, Strike Fist made his way through the Citadel. With his stolen garbs, he stood as a citizen of the Free City. He would stand near the exit of the Assembly Hall, mentally documenting every being and studying them for future reference.
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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 20, 2015 7:36:08 GMT -8
Nyx followed Marcus out, 2 of her centurion came in tow, the rest of her men continued with their meal. Aaedanian's know how to eat.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Aug 20, 2015 10:22:05 GMT -8
"Very well," Ildesias told the Phoenix State representative. "It will do me good to ride for a while. Allow me to assembly a guard, since I am required to have one at all times when outside, and I will meet you at the Citadel Gate where we can depart."
Bowing slightly, Ildesias turned and left the hall.
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Post by TPS Representative Pjui-Pjui on Aug 20, 2015 10:52:17 GMT -8
"I will meet you there." Pjui Pjui spoke before leaving also.
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Strike-Fist
Established
Assassin of TPS
Roleplay posts: 15
Registered: Aug 17, 2015 17:54:52 GMT -8
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Post by Strike-Fist on Aug 20, 2015 19:45:57 GMT -8
Falling back into the crowd, Strike Fist would follow Nyx and their squad. He needed ahead of them.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2015 17:40:30 GMT -8
Owa had managed to sneak into the Citadel. He was dressed in robes he stole from some clothelines in the Free City. He was looking for his daughter, Akai'a. She was left here when Sinn took him away. He entered the main mess hall.
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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 Aug 25, 2015 17:45:12 GMT -8
Akai'a ironically, was coming down from the guest rooms to the hall for food. She still had her armed entourage with her. She spotted Owa, the disguise did not fool her as she could tell from smell who is was. She froze in place. She was unsure what to do, to say, or to think.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2015 17:50:38 GMT -8
Owa spotted his daughter equally fast. She was not in chains, or harmed in any way. She was under guard but that seemed the extent of it. He could not do nothing yet. He could grab Akai'a flee and hope to run through the Citadel Gates. Owa took a seat at the table. He hoped Akai'a would sit next to him, let them communicate.
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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 Aug 25, 2015 17:57:29 GMT -8
Akai'a walked to Owa's side, "May I sit here? It is my favorite seat." She had sat there for her previous meals, eating when the hall was mostly empty to avoid the angry stares of Free Citizens.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2015 18:00:40 GMT -8
Owa motioned for her to sit. When she did so He spoke to her in hushed whispers, "You must come with me and return to the mountains. They will welcome us back. They have to."
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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 Aug 25, 2015 18:03:31 GMT -8
She returned his words with her own, "They won't. You know this. We are as good as dead to them already and if we return we will die a heratics death."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2015 18:06:58 GMT -8
Akai'a was speaking a truth to Owa that he didn't want to hear. He grew angry, the truth too hard to swallow. Owa whispered, "I you will not come willingly, then I will take you." He stood suddenly. Akai'a's guard sure to react, he turned to face them, drawing a longsword. He thrusted his blade at the first guard.
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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 Aug 25, 2015 18:11:18 GMT -8
Akai'a didn't give him the chance to draw blood, or her guard to defend. With a growl she lunged sideways out her chair into Owa's side knocking him to the ground. "You will not draw the blood of these people in some sort of wild escape attempt on my behalf!"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2015 18:23:10 GMT -8
Owa grunted when he hit the floor. The sword skittered across the floor out of his reach and his robes where knocked loose revealing his face and his nature. The Volkrim snarled at hsi daughter, "So you have betrayed your people? I accept that I'll never get out of this castle alive now, but I will kill you for this betrayal!" Owa turned and put his leg beneath her torso and kicked. His claws leaving three slashes across her stomach and getting her off him. He grabbed the sword and stood up. He charged Akai'a and thrust the blade at her heart.
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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 Aug 25, 2015 18:31:03 GMT -8
When Owa kicked she landed on her feet, the wounds on her stomach stung but her focus was on Owa. She watched him stand with the sword and immediately charge her. A technique came to mind institutionally. She had practiced the move a hundred times with a wooden sword, this time was her first attempt at the technique her father taught her.
As Owa thrust the blade at her, she caught the blade at the base while spinning her right side back. The blade would just miss her chest and a grip was gained on the sword. She didn't stop there, Akai'a gripped the blade so tight she began to bleed profusely and continued her spin, yanking the sword from Owa's grip and spinning full round. With the force of the spin she sunk the blade into Owa's chest as deep as her grip would let her. An angry snarl on her face but in an instant the snarl changed to a look of disbelief.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2015 18:49:52 GMT -8
As the blade entered his chest, a look of suprise took over his face. He opened his mouth to speak but only blood came out. Owa feel to his knees and looked up at his daughter. "You... are truly... no... Nokari..." He took a deep, labored breath. "but I... am proud of your... victory." The old wolf keeled over, landing face down on the floor. His blood quickly pooling on the floor found its way to Akai'a feet.
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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 Aug 25, 2015 19:01:37 GMT -8
Akai'a was unsure what to think of her fathers dying words. They were of little importance to her. The blood of Owa had reached her feet and it caused a small psychological break in the Volkrim. She stepped back, tears in her eyes. She disliked her father, sometimes hated him, but he had made her strong. He had protected her from the Draxis when she tried to express her views of change. He protected her but in the end he had tried to kill her. Why? Because she wouldn't go with him? Becuase she was a traitor? She took another step back, a bloody paw print left in her wake.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Aug 27, 2015 9:36:41 GMT -8
One of the guards stood out and spoke with an unnatural voice, "How many more living souls must die before the world enters another cataclysm? But you were not without reason," the guard shaped up to a blue dragon, Jarkoopi was smaller than he actually was only because he was indoors. The other guards were freaking out at first until they realized who it was. "Your father chose the wrong path but he was not mindless, just stubborn. If the circumstances were the same, I would have killed my father out of his lack of thinking. Don't hurt yourself too much, it was necessary for your fate."
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Post by Isra - The Free City on Aug 27, 2015 16:58:50 GMT -8
The guards in the hall had immediately assembled in their attempt to stop Owa's attack against Akaia, but it seemed that the fight was over before they had their chance to stop bloodshed from taking place.
"Well, I saw what happened here with my own two eyes and I shall see to it that Lord Ildesias knows you acted in self-defence. This is the prisoner from The Phoenix State, is it not? How did he get in here?" A guard asked, examining Owa's corpse briefly.
"I think we'll need to have a speak about security. Now that someone has broken in here once, they will do again," another guard mentioned, which seemed to get a reply of nods from others nearby.
"Yes. Well, for now, let's remove the corpse and double the guard for the time being. We do not know if he acted alone and there may be more out there."
Several off-duty soldiers stood from tables around the hall and took up weapons, deciding to head outside and patrol more vigilantly. Meanwhile, the two who spoke made to remove Owa's body from the area.
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