Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Sept 4, 2016 20:05:37 GMT -8
Shintaro listened to the squabbling with his eye closed, he was used to this sort of thing back in his homeland. Once Lady Naoki and Jun had finished he opened his eye and would speak his piece.
"I am Shintaro Nishida, I originally come from the war-torn country of Katashima and I now lead the faction known as Aozora. Myself and a group of crack troops participated in the Battle of Aaedan, after we heard of what was going on I immediately sprung into action to assist. My own personal ambition is to form a new nation in the south, land that has been dark on the map since the Cataclysm and dominated by Bandits and despots. I have gathered refugees from many nations for my cause and recruited young men and women of talent and valor. Just recently we've drawn up plans for our first settlement in the lands formerly known as Fareen.
"Coming from Katashima, it wasn't exactly the greatest place when it came to human rights, dominated by an oppressive caste system and regional lords challenged the rule of the sovereign after the decline of the dynasty. As the son of one of the regional lords, I saw too often the cruelty the wrong person in power could inflict. Watching a leader beat his own men and execute citizens for the smallest offense. It would please me to hear what sort of international laws you all have to make, with your different backgrounds and thoughts on what is right and wrong. As for this... Black Tower international police, whatever you wish to call it, I am not too familiar with mainland politics so I only have hearsay and first impression here to go off of, while some nations may be totally willing to be part of it, others hold animosity toward eachother and likely do not wish to work together. As for my Aozora, at this point and time I do not have the resources to spare for such an endeavor, all of my funds are required for raising and training my men and I need my best fighters for my campaign. But don't mistake this for isolation, if another disaster comes to happen and I am called upon for assistance, I will send aid. I just cannot afford to surrender good men to the command of a neutral party yet."
Shintaro bows, "That is all I have to say on that, as leader of a fledgling nation."
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Sept 5, 2016 9:38:16 GMT -8
Renaux listened to Naoki's speech and Jun's response of whole hearted support.He'd heard things he liked and things he didn't. Getting to his feet he eyes those assembled. He was going to be brief, not seeing the point of stretching things out too much.
"I agree with you in principal Lady Naoki. I think your proposal has merit. I am willing to discuss the basic outline of a charter for international rights. I am willing to entertain the notion if not agree whole heartedly just yet."
With his piece said he sits. There wasn't much more to be said at this moment.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Sept 5, 2016 9:46:38 GMT -8
Averin again had only half listened to the proceedings. Finding more enjoyment in eyeing the various gathered nations. Still he'd gotten the gist of what was happening. And he was aware enough to know it was his turn to speak. He rises slowly to his feet and considers what to say. These would be the first words he uttered at the assembly. The first he'd say to many of those gathered. So he didn't want to speak without care and embarrass himself.
"Alban has been in a state of what you could generously call civil war for the last twenty years. The simple reality of it is that three races stood in a violent stalemate. The fourth was attacked with impunity and driven to near extinction on the continent. I stopped that for now. But I am the only thing that can stop that war from resuming. Right now if I die Alban will once again be lost."
Averin lets those words sink in. It was a heavy concept. Many of these people carried the weight of their country on their back, but none quite so literally as he did. Their deaths may cause trouble, but none of them meant a guaranteed civil war. His did.
"Right now Alban is still reforming it's government, reestablishing laws, and old treaties. If I can get the four races of my country to agree to these international laws. To certain rules of play, perhaps my death will no longer mean the end of my country. I am willing to join in on this proposal so long as I find the laws submitted reasonable."
With that the king of Alban sits. Pretty confident he hadn't done too bad.
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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 6, 2016 7:40:40 GMT -8
((Since Keizhi is away, I'll be posting for her. It'll involve retconning that she put a communication crystal ball thing on the table though.)) The whole idea of having a single branch counter such global threats was a good concept, but currently, it was poorly designed for other countries. The blue orb hummed, "While at heart I feel this could be a great group to stand against international threats, it is much too flawed for use at its current state." He paused, knowing some would not like what he just stated. "I'm afraid I have to say I share the very same concerns the king stated previously. The Black Tower has so far, and will still likely, been almost exclusively under control and funded by Isra. Although, let's say it is genuinely neutral. If it even was, whom is to say the Black Tower does not start favoring a certain government, regardless whether that favor is won through the leader's opinions, bribery or simply good charisma? What if these,'international' laws conflict with someone's sort of morals, or religion? Are they to be spat upon and killed? And whom is to keep the Black Tower in order in case of it going rouge or something of a sort? If that answer is a single country or person, then you should see where the problem lies. If each of us have an individual tower, separate from the others, it would not operate the same as another, and then we will possibly have conflicts between the two."The motionless orb, paused for a few seconds. "While the offer is most intriguing, at its present form, Goraia will not be accepting of the Black Tower. Nor is it close to helping for a unified set of laws when our own people are divided, I have to decline the proposal made, for now. I dearly hope reforms are made before such a manipulative sub-faction is put in place on a global scale."
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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 6, 2016 7:47:10 GMT -8
((Since Keizhi is away, I'll be posting for her. It'll involve retconning that she put a communication crystal ball thing on the table though.)) The whole idea of having a single branch counter such global threats was a good concept, but currently, it was poorly designed for other countries. The blue orb hummed, "While at heart I feel this could be a great group to stand against international threats, it is much too flawed for use at its current state." He paused, knowing some would not like what he just stated. "I'm afraid I have to say I share the very same concerns the king stated previously. The Black Tower has so far, and will still likely, been almost exclusively under control and funded by Isra. Although, let's say it is genuinely neutral. If it even was, whom is to say the Black Tower does not start favoring a certain government, regardless whether that favor is won through the leader's opinions, bribery or simply good charisma? What if these,'international' laws conflict with someone's sort of morals, or religion? Are they to be spat upon and killed? And whom is to keep the Black Tower in order in case of it going rouge or something of a sort? If that answer is a single country or person, then you should see where the problem lies. If each of us have an individual tower, separate from the others, it would not operate the same as another, and then we will possibly have conflicts between the two."The motionless orb, paused for a few seconds. "While the offer is most intriguing, at its present form, Goraia will not be accepting of the Black Tower. I dearly hope reforms are made before such a manipulative sub-faction is put in place on a global scale."Listening to the responses around the room, Naoki nods, both to herself and in acknowledgement of what was said. However, when the blue orb begins to pipe up, she begins to shake her head, indicating the negative. Before anyone else can speak up, Naoki does, turning to address the orb, “There seems to be a misunderstanding. The question that I posed to the floor had nothing to do with The Black Tower. Not yet, at least; the matter has been tabled. Nobody was asking if Goraia would accept a Black Tower Branch, such things should be worked out in a more appropriate setting between The Black Tower and whichever parties in Goraria would be responsible for such things Turning to glance sidelong at Tristian, she continues, “And quite frankly, I don’t very much think they would even like to. However, I would like to request a response to the question that I asked. Do you need me to repeat myself?”
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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 6, 2016 9:04:24 GMT -8
((Since Keizhi is away, I'll be posting for her. It'll involve retconning that she put a communication crystal ball thing on the table though.)) The whole idea of having a single branch counter such global threats was a good concept, but currently, it was poorly designed for other countries. The blue orb hummed, "While at heart I feel this could be a great group to stand against international threats, it is much too flawed for use at its current state." He paused, knowing some would not like what he just stated. "I'm afraid I have to say I share the very same concerns the king stated previously. The Black Tower has so far, and will still likely, been almost exclusively under control and funded by Isra. Although, let's say it is genuinely neutral. If it even was, whom is to say the Black Tower does not start favoring a certain government, regardless whether that favor is won through the leader's opinions, bribery or simply good charisma? What if these,'international' laws conflict with someone's sort of morals, or religion? Are they to be spat upon and killed? And whom is to keep the Black Tower in order in case of it going rouge or something of a sort? If that answer is a single country or person, then you should see where the problem lies. If each of us have an individual tower, separate from the others, it would not operate the same as another, and then we will possibly have conflicts between the two."The motionless orb, paused for a few seconds. "While the offer is most intriguing, at its present form, Goraia will not be accepting of the Black Tower. I dearly hope reforms are made before such a manipulative sub-faction is put in place on a global scale."Listening to the responses around the room, Naoki nods, both to herself and in acknowledgement of what was said. However, when the blue orb begins to pipe up, she begins to shake her head, indicating the negative. Before anyone else can speak up, Naoki does, turning to address the orb, “There seems to be a misunderstanding. The question that I posed to the floor had nothing to do with The Black Tower. Not yet, at least; the matter has been tabled. Nobody was asking if Goraia would accept a Black Tower Branch, such things should be worked out in a more appropriate setting between The Black Tower and whichever parties in Goraria would be responsible for such things Turning to glance sidelong at Tristian, she continues, “And quite frankly, I don’t very much think they would even like to. However, I would like to request a response to the question that I asked. Do you need me to repeat myself?” "No, we will not support this. I have witnessed the Cataclysm, these so called 'laws' will become a conduit for control, not to be mistaken as order, as global control was held, there will be an era of further oppression and chaos. Eventually a mass of will rise up against such, and war will devastate the world. Is that not the gist of the first Cataclysm? Why do we have separate countries in today? We are different, we all think differently, we were all not made to cope with another. You force yourselves against the creation Gods when we combine. But that does not mean peace cannot be achieved. I, as a leader, as a sentient being, cannot support this. I do not want to live to see the day all creatures are controlled by a singular power or set of laws. It would surely help bring a second Cataclysm about, and ultimately the end of any type of peace."There were certain horrors of the Cataclysm, that haunted him, the deaths of most of his family, the lies he was fed, under the "new world's" leaders. He wouldn't let the stage be set for a second Cataclysm...
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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 6, 2016 10:16:04 GMT -8
Still standing, Lady Naoki’s face adopts an expression of ever-increasing incredulity as the orb voices its response. Opening her mouth to respond, one may think that she may begin to start screaming and ranting, but her tone is surprisingly soft and measured, though the words themselves
"I would like to examine your claim as to differences being for our betterment. You say we have been separated into states, and that such doing is natural. I would like to call to mind all the wars fought in the name of religion, King, and country, including The Cataclysm itself. Did nations then make us more peaceable? Did our differences, often so contrived as to rest solely upon devotion to a shred of cloth, promote peace or prosperity?"
Raising her hands in the air for emphasis, Naoki lets her rhetorical questions hang heavily in the air for a moment before pointing an accusatory finger in the direction of the orb and continuing, "You say a mass will rise up. I say, let them. Anyone standing against this idea does not stand up for their own freedom or for peace, but rather out of selfishness. Any rebellion to this idea will come from those who think they know better than all of us together, united as one."
Gesturing to the room at large, Naoki refers to all those nations which have already stated their willingness to consider her proposal and work cooperatively to define the specifics of how it will be implemented.
“Seeing as how the civilised world has chosen to entertain my proposal of world order, it would seem like it will be happening whether Goraia chooses to support it or not. As such, I offer you the opportunity to change your answer and make your voice heard here in the interests of the nation you represent.”
With that, Naoki concludes her statements and awaits the Goraian Delegation’s response, tail flicking with irritation.
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Elder Havador
Committed
The Leader of the Land-Tiller's Tribe
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 140-ish
Physical Description: An old, thin man. He is tall for his age, around 6'.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears simple cloth and shows no sign of being the Land-Tiller Tribe's most influential leader. He has no weapons of any kind, though he does carry his favorite books.
He can however be recognized by a series of trinkets and bracelets he wears on his arms, gifts given to him by all the children and young wizards he helped mentor during his days at the tower.
Registered: May 18, 2015 11:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Elder Havador on Sept 6, 2016 10:56:13 GMT -8
"Wait." This time, it was Alanis Waterbloom , the representative of the Land-Tiller's elves, who stood. She addressed the entire delegation, not just High Naoki and Jarkoopi. If she was given the floor, she would speak. "What if there was a provision which prevented any single nation from gaining dominance over all others? What if there was a provision to respect the sovereignty of all nations regardless of their participation in the international accord?" Alanis' voice was soft, but highly articulate and measured, lending her the gravitas befitting a century old sapient being. "I can perceive immediately that both the High Lady of Isra and Goraia's champion both speak a degree of truth. Before this inevitably results in a breakdown of diplomacy, please allow me to impart what wisdom I can offer to this great council." Oh boy here we go. Jun and Raynor groaned to themselves. "You see, one of the most treasured virtues of the elves of the Expanse is balance. The various dichotomies of our philosophies and our natures, have evolved over eons, as we struggle to survive and thrive in the natural world. Violence, peace, individual sovereignty, and obedience and loyalty, even the male and female forms, are all part of this progression. As such, as sentient beings and even as entire nations, we often find it easier to embody a particular part of the spectrum. This explains the fundamental differences in the comportment of the nation of Goraia and of, say, Gauldin. I am not here to comment on how... optimal, these chosen natures are, but only to explain their existence." After giving the delegation a few seconds to process Alanis' long-winded and overbearing speech (even Elder Havador had to suppress a yawn), Alanis continued. "If we are to pursue a lasting peace, we cannot demand any sort of overt homogeneity between the nations. Every individual nation must choose its path, and we must recognize the merits and flaws of all our nations. For in our diversity we inherently represent the balance of mother nature. Our international accord must respect and honor this balance. This is why I recommend a provision to protect the sovereignty of all nations and prevent a single nation from exercising too much control over all other nations." After one more brief pause, Alanis added a closing summary. "In summary, we walk on a thin bridge. And should we fall off either side, then we may face war. A lack of commitment towards peace from otherwise divided nations, as Lady Naoki suggests, will lead to war. But as Jarkoopi states, so too would a lack of respect for the individual sovereignty of our nations." At some point while Alanis was talking, Jun would look towards the orb and wave shyly while smiling sheepishly. Jarkoopi was the first dragon she had ever befriended. The fact that they were on opposite sides of a major political issue was awkward to say the least. When she was done she poked her father in the shoulder, who was starting to nod off.
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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 6, 2016 12:17:54 GMT -8
"Wait." This time, it was Alanis Waterbloom , the representative of the Land-Tiller's elves, who stood. She addressed the entire delegation, not just High Naoki and Jarkoopi. If she was given the floor, she would speak. "What if there was a provision which prevented any single nation from gaining dominance over all others? What if there was a provision to respect the sovereignty of all nations regardless of their participation in the international accord?" Alanis' voice was soft, but highly articulate and measured, lending her the gravitas befitting a century old sapient being. "I can perceive immediately that both the High Lady of Isra and Goraia's champion both speak a degree of truth. Before this inevitably results in a breakdown of diplomacy, please allow me to impart what wisdom I can offer to this great council." Oh boy here we go. Jun and Raynor groaned to themselves. "You see, one of the most treasured virtues of the elves of the Expanse is balance. The various dichotomies of our philosophies and our natures, have evolved over eons, as we struggle to survive and thrive in the natural world. Violence, peace, individual sovereignty, and obedience and loyalty, even the male and female forms, are all part of this progression. As such, as sentient beings and even as entire nations, we often find it easier to embody a particular part of the spectrum. This explains the fundamental differences in the comportment of the nation of Goraia and of, say, Gauldin. I am not here to comment on how... optimal, these chosen natures are, but only to explain their existence." After giving the delegation a few seconds to process Alanis' long-winded and overbearing speech (even Elder Havador had to suppress a yawn), Alanis continued. "If we are to pursue a lasting peace, we cannot demand any sort of overt homogeneity between the nations. Every individual nation must choose its path, and we must recognize the merits and flaws of all our nations. For in our diversity we inherently represent the balance of mother nature. Our international accord must respect and honor this balance. This is why I recommend a provision to protect the sovereignty of all nations and prevent a single nation from exercising too much control over all other nations." After one more brief pause, Alanis added a closing summary. "In summary, we walk on a thin bridge. And should we fall off either side, then we may face war. A lack of commitment towards peace from otherwise divided nations, as Lady Naoki suggests, will lead to war. But as Jarkoopi states, so too would a lack of respect for the individual sovereignty of our nations." At some point while Alanis was talking, Jun would look towards the orb and wave shyly while smiling sheepishly. Jarkoopi was the first dragon she had ever befriended. The fact that they were on opposite sides of a major political issue was awkward to say the least. When she was done she poked her father in the shoulder, who was starting to nod off. He listened to Empress Naoki with some respect, that is, until the very end. Was that a threat?He didn't say it because luckily one of the Land Tiller's representatives had began speaking first. But Keizhi sure as hell would have heard it ring out inside her head. This elf knew what Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui was trying to get at. "The elf speaks the truth, they are wise enough to understand the troubles I speak of. I would like to find a balance, but it is wrong to fight our nature. If you have an idea, I'll listen to it." Balance was a fairly important thing for Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui, from what he knew, that his own existence and purpose was to keep the world at a natural standstill. He noticed Jun of the Celadine, if he could've nodded, he would've.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Sept 6, 2016 12:22:11 GMT -8
Averin listened to the entire debate between Naoki, Jarkoopi, and now Alanis. Waving his hand he waits to be ceded the floor then gets to his feet. He looks at everyone rather evenly then says with a hint of incredulity.
"First I find it vastly amusing, and unsurprising, that representative Jarkoopi is against this. Considering his government is the product of a violent coup. A coup that from all accounts ended with many innocent lives lost. But he acts like this proposal is what will bring about death and destruction."
Turning to Lady Naoki he continues.
"So far as I understood the proposal these international laws would just be a few things we can all agree on. Is that correct? A few laws we will all abide to ensure a better quality of living for our citizens. This isn't Isra trying to usurp the laws of each country with it's own. But if we can all agree on a few things like outlawing slavery. A code of conduct for prisoners of war. The handling of innocent lives during conflict. Then even if our differences divide us we can be assured of some civility. Is that the long and the short?"
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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 6, 2016 13:01:13 GMT -8
Nodding in response to Averin’s questions, Naoki speaks again to address his inquiries.
“Yes, essentially so. I think that it would be best if we began by establishing a more formalised framework for more productive and efficient relations and treaties between nations to improve upon the highly informal system we’re all utilising now. From there, I believe that we should decide if we would like to form some manner of league, coalition or tribunal, and regardless of if that is the case or not, I think we should proceed to implement public international laws relating to those subjects you have just mentioned, yes, such as protecting individual rights- which would presumably include outlawing slavery, outlawing genocide, and regulating the conduct of war.”
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Elder Havador
Committed
The Leader of the Land-Tiller's Tribe
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 140-ish
Physical Description: An old, thin man. He is tall for his age, around 6'.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears simple cloth and shows no sign of being the Land-Tiller Tribe's most influential leader. He has no weapons of any kind, though he does carry his favorite books.
He can however be recognized by a series of trinkets and bracelets he wears on his arms, gifts given to him by all the children and young wizards he helped mentor during his days at the tower.
Registered: May 18, 2015 11:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Elder Havador on Sept 7, 2016 18:40:49 GMT -8
After a while, Havador sensed it was time he spoke again. He raised his hand to take the floor.
"Perhaps, we could start by outlining what international laws we would like to see respected by all nations, and then... perhaps, what benefits may be incurred from respecting these laws. As one of our main goals is to keep the peace and prevent war, all participating nations would likely sign a joint non-aggression pact. All participating nations would also likely lend each other mutual economic and, if necessary, military support, perhaps specifically against foreign incursions. As you all know, our nation was all too pleased to bring what might it could spare to the salvation of the people of Aaedan. However, we took great displeasure in at one time being forced to participate in wars we did not agree to..."
With that Havador turned specifically to the Goraian delegation. "I have not forgotten how close we came to blows once upon a time. I understand if this has colored your perception of our efforts. I am no fool. There yet still exists some tension between us. But perhaps High lady Lady Naoki's proposal can serve to mend our differences? Was it not because of constant threats to your borders that your chose to follow a dark path for your people? Would you not consider an alternative to protect your people?"
Of course, Havador was no fool either when it came to the ambitions of the power hungry. He knew full well that the Goraian coup was just as likely an act of greed and lust for power as it was in the best interest of the "people". But he felt he needed to demonstrate that at least someone was willing to see their point of view. His statement would also likely pressure the Goraians to either agree to Naoki's proposal or admit what power hungry monsters they were, something they would likely never do.
Feigned naivete could be very useful at times. Havador was also fully aware of how many times he used the word "perhaps".
***
None of the Land-Tiller delegation was aware of a sudden chill go up Jun's spine.
Of course Havador was obligated to pursue peace at all costs. That was his nature and his responsibility as an elder. However, although she was part of the delegation, Jun suddenly was plagued with visions of Princess Camilla Eramae and the royal family, a royal family whom she wanted to avenge. She wanted the delegation to succeed overall, but at the same time a part of her did not. A part of her in fact, wanted to fight Zephidel herself. A part of her wanted the Goraian delegation to declare war right then and there and storm out of the room. Jun winced as she banished the thought of her blood-covered light constructs impaling the murderers of King Hylon's family from her mind.
What was she going to do? She wouldn't dare go against her people's wishes, would she? Or would she find the strength to forgive Goaria for its transgressions?
What would Camilla think if she did?
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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 7, 2016 19:35:03 GMT -8
"First I find it vastly amusing, and unsurprising, that representative Jarkoopi is against this. Considering his government is the product of a violent coup. A coup that from all accounts ended with many innocent lives lost. But he acts like this proposal is what will bring about death and destruction." "Death is always ultimately unavoidable. The sacrifice of the minority was made for the betterment of the majority."He was tempted to say something smug about the king, but he was not worth his time, there were more important people to be talking to. Nodding in response to Averin’s questions, Naoki speaks again to address his inquiries. “Yes, essentially so. I think that it would be best if we began by establishing a more formalised framework for more productive and efficient relations and treaties between nations to improve upon the highly informal system we’re all utilising now. From there, I believe that we should decide if we would like to form some manner of league, coalition or tribunal, and regardless of if that is the case or not, I think we should proceed to implement public international laws relating to those subjects you have just mentioned, yes, such as protecting individual rights- which would presumably include outlawing slavery, outlawing genocide, and regulating the conduct of war.” "I believe these laws should be made as such, so none can affect each other's governing style or people's lives, it should strictly be based upon how we treat other nations, not as how we treat those within our borders. I feel only a small amount regulations can be made applicable without controlling eachother." More like controlling Goraia...
While Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui wasn't too pleased with having to submit to these, laws, he felt a select few of them were negotiable. He also knew as well that these leaders were attempting to position him in an 'yes or no' question directly relating to Goraia's cooperation, but for now he kept with 'skirting around the bush.' After a while, Havador sensed it was time he spoke again. He raised his hand to take the floor. "Perhaps, we could start by outlining what international laws we would like to see respected by all nations, and then... perhaps, what benefits may be incurred from respecting these laws. As one of our main goals is to keep the peace and prevent war, all participating nations would likely sign a joint non-aggression pact. All participating nations would also likely lend each other mutual economic and, if necessary, military support, perhaps specifically against foreign incursions. As you all know, our nation was all too pleased to bring what might it could spare to the salvation of the people of Aaedan. However, we took great displeasure in at one time being forced to participate in wars we did not agree to..." With that Havador turned specifically to the Goraian delegation. "I have not forgotten how close we came to blows once upon a time. I understand if this has colored your perception of our efforts. I am no fool. There yet still exists some tension between us. But perhaps High lady Lady Naoki's proposal can serve to mend our differences? Was it not because of constant threats to your borders that your chose to follow a dark path for your people? Would you not consider an alternative to protect your people?" Of course, Havador was no fool either when it came to the ambitions of the power hungry. He knew full well that the Goraian coup was just as likely an act of greed and lust for power as it was in the best interest of the "people". But he felt he needed to demonstrate that at least someone was willing to see their point of view. His statement would also likely pressure the Goraians to either agree to Naoki's proposal or admit what power hungry monsters they were, something they would likely never do. Feigned naivete could be very useful at times. Havador was also fully aware of how many times he used the word "perhaps". *** None of the Land-Tiller delegation was aware of a sudden chill go up Jun's spine. Of course Havador was obligated to pursue peace at all costs. That was his nature and his responsibility as an elder. However, although she was part of the delegation, Jun suddenly was plagued with visions of Princess Camilla Eramae and the royal family, a royal family whom she wanted to avenge. She wanted the delegation to succeed overall, but at the same time a part of her did not. A part of her in fact, wanted to fight Zephidel herself. A part of her wanted the Goraian delegation to declare war right then and there and storm out of the room. Jun winced as she banished the thought of her blood-covered light constructs impaling the murderers of King Hylon's family from her mind. What was she going to do? She wouldn't dare go against her people's wishes, would she? Or would she find the strength to forgive Goaria for its transgressions? What would Camilla think if she did? "Yes, Medan was repeatedly attacked and harassed as the people were suffering, the King had failed to defend and protect his subjects effectively, and such the monarchy was replaced to help pave way for the future to be safe for the rest of time. An alternative? There was none, someone had to take over, and had we allowed another nation to assist us, the people would have been demoralized. A country so inefficient that it could not defend against what other countries could."
Somewhere deep inside, he did not want to have to say what he just had to, he wouldn't be surprised if Jun of the Celadine took it too harshly.
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Elder Havador
Committed
The Leader of the Land-Tiller's Tribe
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 140-ish
Physical Description: An old, thin man. He is tall for his age, around 6'.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears simple cloth and shows no sign of being the Land-Tiller Tribe's most influential leader. He has no weapons of any kind, though he does carry his favorite books.
He can however be recognized by a series of trinkets and bracelets he wears on his arms, gifts given to him by all the children and young wizards he helped mentor during his days at the tower.
Registered: May 18, 2015 11:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Elder Havador on Sept 8, 2016 9:10:45 GMT -8
Havador sat back down. The delegates, somewhat stunned by Jarkoopi's reaction, began to whisper to each other while deferring to someone else to respond.
Jun was staring despondently at a random point on the Assembly floor. Her knuckles were white.
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Sept 8, 2016 11:46:57 GMT -8
Tristian's gaze had swiveled to the orb from which emanated the voice of the dragon, Jarkoopi, and with every word that left the vile creature's maw, his jaw tightened with anger. Those nearby (with good hearing) would likely be able to hear the creaking of bone as he gritted his teeth to the point of pain, and his hands curled into fists so tight that the skin across his knuckles paled to near-translucency, displaying the webbing of veins and the pronounced ridges of tendon and bone beneath the flesh. He finally managed to ease his anger enough to speak when the despicable reptile fell silent, and his cool voice was painted with the depths of utmost disgust and loathing.
"..So murdering, enslaving, and raping your citizens is less demoralizing than accepting aid from another nation? Which, I feel I should point out, is a common practice exercised by those who aren't egomaniacal butchers. Your justifications are flimsy at best, ambassador," This word was spit with distaste before he continued. "and I sincerely doubt for a moment that anyone here believes a word of them. Those with a fully functioning brain can see them for what they are: A refusal to treat the citizens of what was once Medan as though they aren't chattel to be slaughtered, collared, and abused in every way. You're wasting our time with these ridiculous and offensive protestations."
He took a brief moment to inhale sharply, then launched another venomous line.
"If you won't cease with this deception, then at least do us all the courtesy of pretending to be a reasonable, intelligent being and not further displaying - and with such sickening pride - what sort of monsters have taken over the rule of a once-great country."
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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 8, 2016 12:30:30 GMT -8
"..So murdering, enslaving, and raping your citizens is less demoralizing than accepting aid from another nation? Which, I feel I should point out, is a common practice exercised by those who aren't egomaniacal butchers. Your justifications are flimsy at best, ambassador," This word was spit with distaste before he continued. "and I sincerely doubt for a moment that anyone here believes a word of them. Those with a fully functioning brain can see them for what they are: A refusal to treat the citizens of what was once Medan as though they aren't chattel to be slaughtered, collared, and abused in every way. You're wasting our time with these ridiculous and offensive protestations."
He took a brief moment to inhale sharply, then launched another venomous line.
"If you won't cease with this deception, then at least do us all the courtesy of pretending to be a reasonable, intelligent being and not further displaying - and with such sickening pride - what sort of monsters have taken over the rule of a once-great country." What guts, this guy has. If only Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui was there in person, it would've been even better. "I can assure you that those in which you've listed were only present during the revolution, amidst the initial chaos that was ultimately not controllable, as we began to get a hold back on the control of the populace. No one official in the government who has done any of that is currently seeing daylight, whether they were killed for extreme disobedience, or they are sitting out in a dungeon or working in a quarry. Only the extreme radical loyalists who are too much of a threat to remain or violent protesters suffer the shackles of slavery or an dungeon. If you were as wise as the Land-Tillers are, you could perhaps recognize what I speak of."Finishing his statement, "I would not be surprised if you were part of the last group of rebels. You should learn to keep quiet, boy, before you say something you will regret in the future."
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Elder Havador
Committed
The Leader of the Land-Tiller's Tribe
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 140-ish
Physical Description: An old, thin man. He is tall for his age, around 6'.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears simple cloth and shows no sign of being the Land-Tiller Tribe's most influential leader. He has no weapons of any kind, though he does carry his favorite books.
He can however be recognized by a series of trinkets and bracelets he wears on his arms, gifts given to him by all the children and young wizards he helped mentor during his days at the tower.
Registered: May 18, 2015 11:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Elder Havador on Sept 8, 2016 12:58:49 GMT -8
Jun once again stood up.
Her face was unnaturally calm, and her eyes were closed, but she was facing the Goraian delegation and its orb.
With a voice as cold as ice, she said, "Can I... make a suggestion? I... would highly recommend... you don't threaten... the other delegates... if we're going to get anything done."
Towards the end of her statement there was a barely perceptible trembling in her somewhat high pitched voice. Very carefully she sat back down.
"That's all."
Alanis would reach over to touch Jun's shoulder. But Jun whispered, as silently as she could, "Do not touch me."
Before Alanis could say anything, Havador looked over and gave her an admonishing eye, strongly suggesting that Alanis comply with Jun's wishes. Afterwards he sighed. This is not going well at all.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Sept 8, 2016 13:03:52 GMT -8
Swift on the heels of Jun's suggestion came the cool, accented voice of the Elf, who leveled a flat golden stare upon the Goraian table.
"A wise suggestion from Lady Jun. If you threaten anyone in this summit again, the Goraian delegation will be removed." The edge to her tone made it clear that that didn't just mean from the Assembly chambers - it meant from Isra as a whole. Jarkoopi should realize that he was on very thin ice, here, and was moments away from turning some very powerful people against not only himself, but his entire nation. Irrevocably.
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on Sept 8, 2016 17:23:39 GMT -8
Ryden favoured Emahra with a brief glare. He knew very little about the elf, other than the fact that she was only present to protect Lady Naoki, and, as far as he could see, levelling threats at other delegations was not productive in serving that purpose. As such, she was quite beyond her scope in offering any suggestions to other delegations. Nonetheless, she was not wrong, so the chancellor put upon himself to repeat what the others had said, in a somewhat varied fashion.
"The Goraian delegation will refrain from making such comments further, or else will be removed from the chamber. That behaviour is absolutely untolerable."
His tone was sharp, far sharper than it had been in discussion with King Renaux. Regardless of the veracity of the allegations Tristian laid against the Goraian state, the response of Jarkoopi had been entirely uncalled for, and would not produce a productive or harmonious environment for development.
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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 Sept 9, 2016 1:33:50 GMT -8
While the others quickly took to the defense, promising to remove the Goraians if the situation continued, Nyx was biting her lip and glaring at the Gorian delegates. She was doing her best not to speak, not to do anything. The once-queen was trying not to snap. This was an argument of nations and with her's destroyed she had no more word here than the other's allowed. However, Tristian had been insulted... She took a deep breath and reminded herself to be tact.
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