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 17:07:06 GMT -8
"Let his daughter decide what to do with the body," Jarkoopi ordered the guards. "Show respect to your enemy, and they might do just the same. Increasing security wouldn't be a bad idea either, I give the men of this civilization the authority to use my tower as a temporary watch tower against threats." He looked back at Akai'a, "What is your thoughts?"
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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 27, 2015 17:22:20 GMT -8
"Take him outside the city, to a spot with a veiw of the mountains. Remove the blade and burn his body. Drakona, it would be a great honor for him if it was one of your kind that lit the flame. Dragons are seen as gods to the Nokari." Before the dragon could answer she looked at Owa through tear filled eyes when a glint of silver beneath Owa's robes shined at her. "I would have his coat, may I have the coat?" She would have to wash it and have it resized but it is decent lightweight armor and a family heirloom. Something she may even be able to wear in the Citadel without being considered trouble. "I would go with you if Lord Ildesias would allow it. If not I understand."
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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 Sept 1, 2015 8:44:17 GMT -8
"If that is what you want, I can do it for him." Jarkoopi was about to leave until she asked about the coat. "I will allow you to keep it, just avoid any suspicious eyes. Otherwise the guards might confiscate it, they are beyond my authority." He'd follow Akai'a to where the guards were bringing Owa.
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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 Sept 3, 2015 12:37:28 GMT -8
To just outside the city they would go, several extra guards coming along to prevent Akai'a from making an escape attempt. Though once they heard the news of the fight with Owa they were less rigid about the ordeal, one even stopped and gave Akai'a first aid treatment to her hands. They Entourage would exit the Citadel and the Free City, stopping none too far from the city limits.
<exit to the Free Plains, a small entarage of Free City Guardsmen and Owa's corpse>
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 5, 2015 19:00:44 GMT -8
After several months of apparently being locked away in solitude in the Tower of Conjunction behind a warded door, Andraste Ruana, the red sorcerer, suddenly appears in the Keep Hall, looking gaunt and malnourished, but ultimately satisfied with herself. "The Tower of Conjunction is now safe from any and all magical threats," she states with certainty. "What has happened in the outside world during my absence?" she asks nobody in particular, hoping one of the many people in the constantly-crowded keep hall will hear her.
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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 Sept 5, 2015 20:04:22 GMT -8
"Ah Andraste!" Tyrus approached the mage he hadn't seen in forever. "Where have you been? I was trying to find you a while back but you didn't seem to be around the keep anywhere, and I couldn't seem to answer when I knocked outside your quarters, the issue was handled though."
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 5, 2015 23:06:46 GMT -8
"It is a long story," responds Andraste coolly with one of her signature placid, enigmatic smiles, "suffice to say I was taking a spiritual journey." She looks about the hall for a bit, getting her bearings, before she notices the fresh blood pooled upon the floor not far off. Her eyebrow raises a touch as she examines it. "Where exactly did that blood come from?" asks Andraste, sounding considerably more concerned.
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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 Sept 6, 2015 13:31:58 GMT -8
"Uhh, there was a fight... someone should be taking care of that soon. Good to see you again." Tyrus would walk with her to get food. "The city is growing, there was a fire problem with the Solarian Refugees but things seem to have recovered. Their part of the city isn't in the best of shape, it's a slum unfortunately. They're very prideful people though."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Jun 17, 2024 22:17:32 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 17:32:01 GMT -8
And Aaedanina soldier came into the hall. "A dragon is attacking the docks! Some of my countrymen engaged it but if aid does not come soon, they will die."
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 6, 2015 20:05:42 GMT -8
"Solarian? Oh, yes those desert folk," says Andraste, slicing off a piece of bread from a loaf that's apparently just been sitting there. Despite her obvious malnutrition, her bites are as methodical as all of her movements, tearing off precisely measured pieces of bread. She listens carefully to all of Tyrus' words as he updates her, nodding slowly. That is, until the Aaedanian soldier bursts through the doors looking frantic and yelling doom.
Andraste's expression turns down into an eerily placid frown, her expression as impenetrable as always. "A dragon, you say? Attacking? I cannot imagine why an intelligent creature such as that would attack without provocation. I will move to assist immediately," responds Andraste, struggling to her feet and placing the half-eaten piece of bread down upon a nearby saucer, nodding to the soldier in a gesture of willingness to follow. "Take me to this crisis," she says, her mouth having turned back up into that enigmatic 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 Sept 6, 2015 22:38:38 GMT -8
"Ah- hmmm... barely out of her tower and already she's chasing after a dragon." Tyrus sighs as he butters his bread, dealing with dragons was not part of his job discription as far as he knew.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 7, 2015 11:25:04 GMT -8
<Enter from the gates to the Citadel> A pair of guards run through the Keep Hall, shouting at people to get out of their way as the lead one carries the limp form of the red sorceress Andraste. They seem in quite the hurry to get where they're going, not stopping to talk to any confused citizens or explain the situation. They make their way to the northwestern staircase leading toward the Tower of Conjunction. <Leave to the Tower of Conjunction>
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Jun 17, 2024 22:17:32 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 13:46:25 GMT -8
Several Aaedanian soldiers were in towe. All but one of their lives were saved by the mage and though they would go no further than the keep hall, they would thank her if they could.
The Centurion of the squad spoke to his men, "We have that woman to thank for our lives, but we are Aaedanian soldiers first. Send a raven to the white city, give a full report and ask for boats, craftsmen and materials. If nothing else Aaedan owes the Free City a new dock. I think the king will agree." One of the soldiers slammed a fist to his chest and ran off. Luckily they had taken a few ravens from the boats when they left.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Sept 8, 2015 20:42:19 GMT -8
For several days, Ildesias had from the public eye for matters of such privacy that he would tell not even his closest friends. He had all but isolated himself from the world, his work taking a dangerous and highly secretive turn. He would answer no summoning, have no contact with guards, nor would he even accept food offered by the door to his private quarters; which remained firmly locked.
This had many officials and guards worried with due concern, who all scrambled around to try and deal with any dangerous and politically fragile events as they happened as best as they could.
However, on one particular morning, Ildesias suddenly entered the Keep Hall; his arm no longer in a sling and his face no worse for wear.
".. I suppose I've missed quite a lot."
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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 Sept 9, 2015 18:57:32 GMT -8
Akai'a entered the hall once more, returning from Owa's funeral. The leather cloak that once belonged to Owa draped across her shoulders. The contengent of guards that accompanied her returned to their normal duties. "Lord Ildesias." She bowed to him.
She noticed the pool of blood had been cleaned up.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Sept 11, 2015 0:12:37 GMT -8
Ildesias watched Akai'a as she bowed, then looked towards her guards, at least one of whom gave him the look he had been looking for. Quite a lot could be communed through facial expressions, and Ildesias knew immediately from the one given to him by the guard that he needed to speak to the prisoner.
"I have heard about what happened here," he explained. "I offer my condolences. It seems you've been through quite the ordeal, and I have no true idea of why he would go to such lengths."
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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 Sept 11, 2015 15:47:30 GMT -8
"My father was... was very devoted to the mountains. He thought that if he rescued me we could return to them. He was wrong. In his madness he sought to harm the men who keep watch over me. Men, who dispite my race, treated my fairly.I gave him a merciful death." She paused for a moment before continueing, "He told me that I am no Nokari. He is right, I am Nokari no more."
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Sept 13, 2015 1:28:54 GMT -8
"If a commander of a people I must consider an enemy attacked you, then it would be silly of me to keep you held. Guards, release her as a free woman. From now on, she can go and do whatever she wishes," Ildesias told them, who backed away and bowed their heads slightly.
"You can stay here if you wish," Ildesias told her, "though I'm sure you'll understand that mere civilians cannot stay in the Citadel itself. You are free to live in the actual City, however, or leave to wherever strikes your fancy."
(Sorry for the late reply.)
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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 Sept 13, 2015 11:40:59 GMT -8
Akai'a bowed in respect and gratitude. "Thank you. I will retreive my armor and weapons. I think I am unsure as to what I will do but I think I will wander for sometime. Get to know the world outside the mountains." She looked up to the elf that freed her. "I will return here in time. The people of the Free City freed me from the mountains and I will answer that debt." Akai'a retrieved her armor and the weapon she killed Owa with. She left the citadel bowing once more to Ildesias before her leave.
<Exit>
(ooc) Its no problem.
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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 Sept 22, 2015 5:48:15 GMT -8
<Madame Naoki and Artemis enter, from The Conjunction.>
"They were a bit cranky, weren't they? Wonder if it's their time of the month."
Naoki takes a moment to survey the Keep Hall, ears tilting and turning to take inventory of the assembled personages, checking to see if she spots anyone she knows. She glances at a window, where the sun can be seen, dipping down towards the twilight hours.
She nudges Artemis, grasps her left wrist with her right hand, and flicks her left ear, which causes her earring to glint, reflecting the sun into Artemis' eye. Cresno hasn't submitted his scheduled status upate.
Naoki raises an eyebrow, inquiring what Artemis thinks about that.
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