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 10, 2016 6:49:58 GMT -8
More exasperated than anything else at this point, Lady Naoki stands once more to speak, only the slightest edge to her voice, “ If I might.” After waiting a moment to gather everyone’s attention, she continues pleasantly, “I would like to drag the topic at hand back toward productive relations between our respective nations, and specifically, between making it as easy as possible to conduct such relations in the future. Henceforth, I would like to formally invite each civilised nation present to establish an embassy here in Isra,” “ The Kingdom of Gauldin ,” making eye contact with and offering a nod to King Renaux. “ Land Tillers' State ,” a nod in the direction of their delegation. “ The Kingdom of Alban ,” a nod to King Averin. “And the fledgling nation of Aozora ,” with a nod to Warlord Shintaro Nishida, whom Naoki silently hopes will adopt another title once his nation stabilizes. Assuming that they would all accept once given the floor, she continues, “I will have my people contact your respective people after the conclusion of our meeting today.” With that, Lady Naoki seats herself, folding her hands in her lap and surrendering the floor with the obvious intention of allowing another leader to do just as she has.
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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 10, 2016 10:10:56 GMT -8
It felt good to be invited to establish an embassy, with the Ao delegation being newcomers on the world stage. Shintaro Nishida would take his turn after some other delegates. "I am grateful for the invitation. As for establishment of a Chancery, for the same reasons I've stated previously I will not send anyone to establish one for at least 2 or 3 months. Once my people are moved in and things are stable, I will have diplomatic parties prepared to arrange for embassy and trade deals. Thank you."
Shin bows and returns to his seat.
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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 10, 2016 19:14:16 GMT -8
Renaux waves his hand taking the floor for himself. Things had progressed as he'd predicted. Naoki was eminently reasonable in her requests. Well he didn't trust her implicitly, so far as he knew her intention were benign. She didn't strike him as the sort to war monger. Though he wouldn't rule out this being part of a larger game. It would be silly to assume she didn't have machinations. The only question was what was her ultimate goal. At present though he would trust her.
"I humbly accept your invitation to return for further talks Lady Naoki. As to discussion of embassy that I will consider more carefully. I see the merits of the idea and wish to give it due consideration. Perhaps I will extend a similar offer in the near future."
With his piece said Renaux cedes the floor.
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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 10, 2016 19:32:38 GMT -8
Averin had paid slightly more attention to the recent proceedings. He'd observed the other delegates as best he could. After acquiring a measure of them he'd been better able to focus on what was being said. There was a bit of bullying going around. It was clear that Naoki and her allies were bullying the Goraia delegation. That didn't bother him so much. From what he'd heard Goraia was living under tyrannical dictatorial rule. The stories that came out of their hardly painted it as a pleasant place to live. So it seemed like trying to force them to respect their citizens was a good deed. Naoki's ultimate dismissal of the Goraia delegation not coming as much of a surprise. Averin waves his hand so he can speak.
"What my esteemed colleague King Renaux said. I humbly accept the invitation. I will think on the embassy thing. Mostly because I don't know how I'd manage that. I have three other leaders and people I should talk with before I make such a decision."
With that said he cedes the floor.
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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 12, 2016 4:22:26 GMT -8
This time, the Orb would stay quiet. If they did not want to listen, he would not waste his breath to their ignorance. He hoped he'd at least be able to talk to Jun of the Celadine after the meeting. He could trust her, hopefully, maybe even more than Keizhi....
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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 12, 2016 5:51:08 GMT -8
Havador rose once again. "Our people would be most pleased to establish an embassy in Isra. Also, to the fledgling people of Aozora. Our people would like to get to know you better, and so we will be sending a delegation to your border shortly."
Havador stroked his lengthy beard. "Perhaps one to Alban as well. The elves of the Expanse have expressed an interest in your people, particular the ones known as the Fae, and the phenomenon you call the Wild."
Meanwhile, when he sensed it was safe, Raynor gently gripped Jun's shoulder. "You must calm down." He whispered. "We have other things to worry about." Jun took a deep breath and wiped away a tear. "I'm sorry father." She whispered back. She thought about her old friend Jarkoopi, the first dragon she had ever met. What have you done?
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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 12, 2016 17:02:15 GMT -8
As the other delegates voiced their responses, Lady Naoki’s mouth forms a thin line. There goes that symbolic exchange of embassies. Goodness.
Quietly, she wonders. Why wouldn’t Renaux or Averin accept her offer? Not returning the offer- that’s understandable. Giving Naoki a legitimate excuse to have a handful of her best people right next to one’s seat of government; that’s very understandable, and ought to be considered carefully. But there’s no harm to be done- at least not as far as Naoki sees, in any of these nations establishing an embassy in Isra. Set up a building, staff it, and bam. Easy, done.
Additionally, Naoki doesn’t quite remember extending invitations for anyone to come back, which is doubly perplexing. With all of that in mind, Naoki finds herself mildly irritated and somewhat confused as she takes the floor once again- none of the other present parties seemingly willing to.
“Fair enough. Perhaps we’ll return to this matter later. For the time being, I think it may be best if we began to consider these international laws we intend to institute, as it seems to have become a focus.”
After allowing a moment for her audience to process this change in topic, she continues, “Though it seems a bit strange to jump directly into things, I think we should begin by asking, in the context of establishing these international laws, ‘To whom do these laws refer?’. I am of the opinion that these laws ought to refer to all sapient beings, regardless of any other factor. Are there any arguments against that, or perhaps any caveats or exceptions that may be included?"
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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 12, 2016 20:24:51 GMT -8
Surprisingly it was Jun who rose her hand to speak (after she had calmed down).
"Not an objection, exactly, but I can think of one sapient race that might cause some difficulties. Stone ogres. They are sworn enemies of the orcs, another sapient species who has inhabitants in the Expanse. I was sent on a mission once to clear out an infestation of them in a stone fortress. They are sapient but are incredibly hostile and have been known to eat the children of other sapient species. I... am a little ashamed to admit this, but even as a holy mage I had very little qualms about destroying them. While I do not deny that there are certain rights that can be extended to them, I think it may be difficult for the orcs to comply with these standards. And frankly I don't blame them."
Jun thinks for a moment. "We may need to create a subset of rules for dealing with hostile sapient beings who generally wish to do harm on sight. Perhaps a standard on how to deal with enemy combatants. If and when we make war, are we to show mercy to our enemies? How do we define mercy? Are we obligated to perform clean, quick kills and executions? Are there certain spells and weapons that are too cruel to use by our new standards? Or will our standards be rescinded in times of crisis? Again, this is not an objection exactly, just questions we may need to consider."
Jun looks around and gives a demure smirk before sitting back down. Elder Raynor nodded. Alanis looked a bit uncomfortable. June's statement was a litter unnerving. Surely someone would have something to say? This was after all potentially one of the most important meetings in history. It surely merited open, serious discussion.
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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 12, 2016 20:42:21 GMT -8
Nyx continued to listen to the delegations. This was all above her voice. She absent-mindedly scratched at her chin. If any race was left out of these rights they would eventually become extinct. Strange that all those gathered here in peace would do such a thing... But then some things are monsters who happen to be smart.
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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 16, 2016 17:25:39 GMT -8
The king of Gauldin takes the floor next. He listened to Jun's reasoning and found some merit to it. Still, he believed there to be a better way than creating a subset of rules for groups of species. Especially since not all members of 'hostile races' as Jun put it were actually hostile. So one he has everyone's attention he begins in a clear precise tone.
"I do believe the young miss from the Land Tiller's delegation has a point. However, I think drafting rules based on species is rather... close minded. Instead, I would suggest that we have separate guidelines governing the treatment of our own people, people of other countries part of this agreement, and finally people from countries outside this agreement or no country at all. Obviously, there will still be some suggestion of bias. But then again the laws in my country already favor full citizens. At least this way newcomers would know what rights they can expect without consulting the Gauldish legal code."
With his alternative suggested Renaux takes his seat once again.
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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 17, 2016 6:29:30 GMT -8
As Jun and Renaux voice their input, Naoki shakes her head, indicating the negative. Once they are both finished speaking, she stands to address them and begins with Jun's point.
“I don’t think I’ve made myself clear. In regards to those stone orcs, I’m not proposing that we ask them to honor these standards, only that we hold ourselves- as governments and nations, to these standards. If you’d like to defend yourself from those orcs, that would be fine- it would be preposterous to suggest otherwise. And likewise, if you need to remove them from an area because they are posing a substantial threat to you or your people, as so long as you’re not overly cruel about it, that would also probably be alright. The only matter in which these guidelines might affect that situation is that you would presumably be discouraged from killing all of the orcs without reason. No genocide.”
“As for limitations on spells or weapons…” Naoki shrugs. “I would think that they wouldn’t be explicitly regulated, but rather interpreted. Nobody needs a dismembering spell, for instance, where a simpler spell would accomplish the same. Or a magic of the same sort that we’ve recently witnessed, for that matter.”
Naoki punctuates this statement with a tilt of the head in Nyx’s direction and a respectful moment of silence for the dead. After the moment, she continues, casually and with a shrug, “We may decide that such magics- if found, are illegal because the use of them would be in direct violation of the laws. And again, presumably. We’ve obviously only just begun, I’m only offering comments based on how I think these laws ought to be constructed- which is my personal opinion. All of this is here on the metaphorical table for discussion.”
“However,” Naoki continues, rounding to face Renaux and address his point, “I think I may have been unclear again. To create separate guidelines in such a way would undermine the legitimacy of the concept I intend to get at. It isn’t just that we- as governments, agree to respect individuals who are our own citizens, and the citizens of other nations who will, in turn, respect our citizens, but rather that we are respecting individuals, full stop.”
She lets this point hang in the air for a moment before continuing, “It is my personal belief that all sapient individuals- while not perhaps precious or sacred, ought to be afforded some basic respects- and be offered some inalienable rights by the civilised nations of this world. The right to their own life. The right to be free, practice whatever religion they might care to, and not be sold into unwilling servitude. Things like that. I am not as idealistic or naive enough to suggest that we ought to end all wars forever and say that one ought not to kill even in self-defense. Simply that if violence is unavoidable, we ought to at least approach the topic of taking lives with respect for those lives we intend to take and the gravity of the action, and treat all sapient beings with some small amount of respect.”
“As such, creating separate sets of laws depending on to which nation- if any, an individual ‘belongs to’ is - beyond being a highly arbitrary factor to consider, completely at odds with the motion I am proposing, and as such, I am wholly against the idea. These laws we create ought to be international and the rights they give inalienable. They ought to apply to every individual- as an individual is defined, equally, without discrimination or distinction based on any factor.”
With this statement firmly delivered, Naoki offers Renaux a nod- intending to show that she intends to disagree with but not disrespect him, and seats herself.
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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 19, 2016 7:23:21 GMT -8
Seeing as there was an opportune moment to speak up, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui would do do. "I will agree with Lady Naoki regarding the severity of spells used. I deem it unfair to restrict certain types of magic illegal, for example; fire, when we have creatures such as elementals living among our populations. The only one art or type of magic that perhaps would not be justifiable is necromancy or other arts like such, nothing I've known solely lives off it or knows it by birth. It is wicked, only meant and used to disturb the dead and force them to their master's servitude."This line indeed, was in reference to Aaedan.
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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 19, 2016 7:37:38 GMT -8
The comment by the Goraian 'delegate' caused Emahra's lips to purse slightly, and her gaze shot toward Valerian Kastimeer; catching his gaze, she arched a brow. If he was going to speak up, now would likely be the time.
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Valerian Kastimeer
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 32
Physical Description: Valerian is of average height at 5'10", with the lean build of a climber and fighter. Black hair is kept cut fairly short, with the bangs hanging over his brow but not quite in his eyes and the rest roughly matching that theme. His eyes are black, with iris and pupil indistinguishable from each other. Valerian looks young for his age, often taken to be five or more years younger than he in fact is. Typically on his shoulder, but sometimes in a pocket, is the undead squirrel companion that Valerian has named "Rupert."
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Valerian is almost constantly clad in a semi-formal blue uniform, complete with award ribbons, a gold command braid, and shoulder and collar rank insignia. The uniform can include a long black coat in inclement weather. It is exceedingly rare for Valerian to be seen without his weapon; a broad-headed spear of variable properties. At times it is standard length for a battle spear, comfortably wielded in two hands and impossible to wield with one; at others it is short enough to use one-handed. Similar to the spear, Valerian is never seen without the white gloves he wears -- those gloves bear some arcane symbol on the back of the hand. Rounding out his equipment is an assortment of pouches in pockets and occasionally on his belt, their contents mostly as mysterious as the symbol on his gloves.
Player's online availability : Varies.
Registered: May 4, 2016 20:26:48 GMT -8
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Post by Valerian Kastimeer on Sept 20, 2016 15:44:12 GMT -8
The Admiral had been silent for quite some time; nothing impinged on his direct sphere of responsibility, really, and he was after all not a head of state. This, however, was certainly relevant to his interests as a private citizen and a mage. His tone was level when he spoke, not offended -- he had heard worse deprecation of his art over the years, after all -- but still with certitude. "As with any other magic, necromancy isn't inherently evil. While some, yes, would use the magic for evil means, others are harmless. Attacking the essence is no more evil than attacking the body, and aside from religious concerns animating the left-behind meat and bones is no more harmful than creating golems so long as the soul is not forced to animate it. Even contacting the souls of the dead with necromancy is not evil, so long as they are not coerced or enslaved -- evil acts themselves."
Valerian paused to clear his throat before continuing in a more conversational tone. "Also, there are creatures inherently necromantic. One may call vampires or zombies evil monsters, I suppose, but they exist, one is sentient, and they depend on necromantic energies. In the... darker, less savory corners of the world one can find 'natural' creatures similarly imbued, I assure you, though of course none would be pleasant to interact with or consume." Admittedly, they were mostly vermin-like creatures; insects and rodents, but there were a few more fantastical elementals and such as well. Indeed ghosts were undead, and they were almost always entirely natural.
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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 25, 2016 7:44:57 GMT -8
Reanux calls attention back to himself.
"You have a fair point Naoki. I may have been jumping the horn. The classifications I referred to are a matter for a more in-depth discussion on international law. Now that you have better explained yourself I see what you mean. This bill you are suggesting will center around those things that we as nations can agree to stand against. Rather than more complex rules regarding the breaking of laws by non-nationals."
Renaux pauses for a moment then continues.
"I would agree that the first point on the bill should be the agreement to treat all sentient beings as equal. I think we could also agree to a universal ban on slavery. Seeing as it would directly violate the first point on the bill. I think that an agreement on the use of excessive force against our own citizens should be considered. The bill should also cover wartime conduct. Clauses ensuring fair treatment of non-combatants, as well as prisoners of war. I also think certain weapons and magics should be outlawed due to their disastrous effects when abused."
Another pauses as Renaux takes a sip of water.
"I do agree with Admiral Kastimeer. Necromancy is not inherently evil and should not be outright banned. I do however beleive the use of necromancy to raise constructs for war should be disallowed. As we saw during the Aadean crisis necromancy is the most mana efficient way to produce a large number of constructs. As a single powerful being can create entire armies. Other constructs typically take far more time and energy to create since the bodies must be made before they are animated. There are also painful psychological effects in being forced to kill your loved ones raised necromantically."
Renaux having made his point sits and waits for the discussion to continue.
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on Sept 27, 2016 9:59:36 GMT -8
Crovan had been silently observing, sitting among others in the Isranian delegates. These rules that they were trying piece together were fine ideas, but while they were talking about necromancy the lord had been thinking on a larger matter. He chose this moment to speak, he stood to draw the attention of the room, and asked the room a simple question, "What happens if a nation ignores your rules?" His blue eyes looked the two kings in the eyes trying to see if they would weigh in. His gaze drifted to Naoki, this was her proposal surely she had plans to enforce this doctrine.
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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 27, 2016 10:54:17 GMT -8
Renaux had given this matter some thought so he once again stands to speak.
"If a nation does not sign the accord I do not think there is anything that can be done. However, if a nation does sign this accord and violates it. I do believe it would be our duty to intervene. Since I would suspect such violations would follow after a regime change."
With this brief answer given Reanux takes his seat again. No need to provide more detail than that he thought.
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on Sept 27, 2016 11:31:13 GMT -8
Crovan looked at the king who spoke "But who are you," the proud lord said, "that I should bow so low?" His choice of phrase may confuse those listening but he was not done, turning his gaze to Naoki he spoke in explanation, "There is no point in this if there is even one who decides that nothing you do matters to them. Even if you go to war, they will be brutal while you will be limited by the very thing you are trying to defend."
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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 27, 2016 18:22:31 GMT -8
Crovan's words had struck a nerve in the venerable old man, and he immediately began to think of the horror that was the Land-Tiller's civil war. Elder Havador rose, finally deciding it was high time he spoke; and he did so with uncharacteristic passion.
"Then we will learn to fight with maximum efficiency within the confines of these laws. If the enemy uses fire, we will drown them. If the enemy uses undead, we will excise them with holy light and fire. If the enemy uses acid, we will hurl limestone at them. If they use disease, we will purge them."
He gazed around the room, his arms open. "Never in my century and a half of existence did I imagine that a grand alliance, forged by a desire to live justly and in peace, between many different nations no less, could ever exist. And yet here we are, sitting in this room right now, attempting to pursue that very thing. This is an unprecedented opportunity. Our nations have engaged in the exchange of knowledge, culture, and commerce, and have grown stronger than ever. We have access to dozens of different tactics, a military diversity that no other coalition in this world could ever hope to match. I believe there is no tactic beyond our reckoning, however mercifully we choose to implement it."
He looked to Crovan. "Instead of being fearful, of the enemy's tactics, let us learn to excel at our way of fighting. Let us take pride in it. We will learn to fight honorably. We learn to treat our fellow sapients with respect and dignity. And we will show our enemies that in this style of combat we are without equal, the greatest in the world. Let the enemy not mock us for our weakness, but feel guilt and shame as we triumph over them in both spirit and in combat prowess! Let them use their torture, their rape, and their devilry. Let them have their cruelty and inhumanity. I for one say we have no need of such wretched offal!"
The warrior spirit of the Land-Tillers was something rarely seen. Havador felt it was high time it be made known. With that he made a gesture to Lady Naoki, with stone face and fiery eyes, giving her the floor if she wished.
The other members of the Land-Tiller delegation were a tad surprised at the otherwise serene Havador's impassioned speech.
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on Sept 28, 2016 0:29:18 GMT -8
Crovan looked to Havador, his eyes looking into the old man's listening to his words. Crovan replied, "I want this to work, believe me, but if just one of us fails to uphold these laws, it could all crumble. You say this is a step toward a coalition, an alliance, but this could easily bring us to all to the brink of war." He sighed, "What happens when a battle is lost and a Wizard know how to raise an army of undead and in desperation does so? What happens when one race shits on another because of ancient blood spilt?" He looked around the room, "Before we even bother continuing any of this, what will keep us in check? Our children and grandchildren in check? Our spirit here? Spirits break, spirits move on to the next world."
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