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 28, 2016 8:32:50 GMT -8
Tristian stifled the urge to sigh. His gaze flicked to Naoki as Crovan posed the questions that had a ready answer - silently asking if she'd prefer that he once again put forth the Black Tower as this neutral policing force, or if she wanted to do it. Maybe the High Lady would have more luck than Tristian himself.
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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 Oct 2, 2016 22:03:25 GMT -8
Nodding slightly, Naoki finds that she doesn’t really have that much to add. However, as it seems that she’s expected to take the floor, she does, standing silently for a moment before beginning- uncharacteristically hesitant. “Well, I agree with Havador. What he said was entirely correct- we don’t need to abuse basic rights even to do war. Furthermore, what sustains and legitimises these sorts of mutual agreements are the other involved parties. If one nation infringes upon the rights we choose as inalienable, it is the responsibility of the other involved nations to take action depending on the severity of the infraction. I don’t believe that Isra would hesitate to.” With this, Naoki offers a small shrug. She doesn’t quite understand what all Crovan is getting at, this seems simple enough to her, to challenge the very basis of it at this point seems out of place. “Regardless, I think it about time that we sit down and begin hashing out the details…” Gesturing, Naoki beckons the leading parties to the center of the room, single unmarked table stands, adorned only with writing supplies. Independently of which parties choose to take part in it, Naoki takes a quill in hand and begins.
Several hours and a few discarded drafts later, it is complete. Penned by Naoki’s hand and broken into two portions, The International Accord of Universal Rights and Protections is born. It reads as follows.
The undersigned delegates representative of all governments and powers present at this Conference, held on the Seventh of Winter's Heart do affirm and pledge their sacred honor to upholding the following statutes.
Part One: Individual Rights Article One All sapient beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights.
Article Two Everyone is entitled to all the rights and freedoms set forth in this Declaration, without distinction of any kind, such as race, species, gender, language, religion, political or other opinion, national or social origin, property, birth or other status. Furthermore, no distinction shall be made on the basis of the political, jurisdictional or international status of the country or territory to which a person belongs.
Article Three Everyone has the right to life, liberty and security of person. This includes security from acts including, but not limited to, rape, excessive torture, castration, and other such mutilations.
Article Four No one shall be held in slavery or servitude; slavery and the slave trade shall be prohibited in all their forms.
Article Five Everyone has the right to freedom of thought, conscience and religion.
Part Two: In matters of war Every prisoner of war, defined herein as any combatant pledged in service to a country or nation who is captured by an opposing country or nation, shall be afforded several unalienable rights. These will be respected and protected by all signers of this document.
1.) Prisoners of war shall not be required to surrender information aside from their basic identity to their captors. The usage of torture to involuntarily extract information from any prisoner shall not be permitted by any signing member.
2.) Prisoners of war shall have their right to humane treatment reflected in their living arrangements. Running water, no less than two meals a day, and satisfactory sleeping quarters must be provided by all member countries and nations. The usage of solitary confinement for any period lasting over two (2) weeks constitutes a violation of a prisoner’s right to humane treatment. i.) In order to enforce this, an authorized neutral body must have free and unlimited abilities to inspect any and all camps used to house prisoners of war.
3.) Prisoners of war have the right to basic correspondence, limited to the sending and receiving of letters i.) Captors retain the right to search and censor all communications, so long as such actions do not violate a prisoner’s right to communication.
4.) Attempts made by prisoners of war to escape their place of confinement must not be constituted as an offense deserving of punishments that would violate the prisoner’s right to humane treatment. The undue punishment of prisoners recaptured after an escape attempt, defined hereafter, constitutes a violation of a prisoner's right to humane treatment. i.) Torture or physical harm designed to impair movement. ii.) Removal of body parts. iii.) Mental torture designed to impair or afflict the mental capacities.
5.) Prisoners of war hailing from countries or nations who have not signed this document must be afforded the basic rights as outlined above.
Enforcement
Countries and nations found to be in violation of any or all of the above shall be subjected to immediate expulsion from this body, resulting in the revoking of all protections provided by this document. Fines may also be levied, the amount of which will be determined dependent upon the severity of the transgression(s). The parties below agree to uphold the statements written above and serve as the neutral monitoring and supportive force to ensure adherence to the statutes herein.
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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 Oct 2, 2016 22:19:20 GMT -8
Tristian stood steadfast at Nyx's side during the composition of the document. When it was finished, Tristian elected to speak up.
"As of this moment, the Black Tower and the area housing its facilities is considered international territory, and is thus neutral and exempt from the laws of the land which houses it. The Black Tower will serve the interests of this document first and foremost, and with the assistance and guidance of a council, formed by the chosen representatives of your respective nations, we hope to aid in seeing that this world has a bright future, one of freedom and prosperity. Delegates and rulers, we welcome you to send your representatives to sign alongside us, in agreement to uphold the values of this document, and to meet us within the Black Tower the next time one of these meetings is convened."
With his piece spoken, Tristian moved to sign the document in the spot meant for himself; once his sturdy signature adorned the spot meant for it, he gestured for Nyx to sign right alongside him, offering the quill. She would have equal partnership in the Black Tower and its endeavors, after all.
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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 Oct 3, 2016 11:45:34 GMT -8
Nyx nodded to Tristian and to the quill from his hand. She signed the document, Nyx Mann eloquently written beside Tristian's name. She looked at it for a moment, this is what she was hoping to establish, an organization to protect the world, something to prevent it ever happening again. With a smile she held the pen out High Lady Naoki, it was her idea to forge the document,it only seemed right for her to be first among the nations to put her signature upon it.
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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 Oct 4, 2016 23:26:58 GMT -8
Gently taking the quill from Nyx, Naoki approaches the document, and in a single decisive motion, is the first to place her signature at the top of the document.
Taking a step back, she takes a moment to consider what has just been accomplished. An agreement of this sort, the first of its kind, would go down in history, and Naoki with it. Either as the first bold step toward a more civilized world, or a miserable failure, but an effort regardless.
Turning about, Naoki holds the quill out, offering it to whoever may wish to sign next.
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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 Oct 5, 2016 8:08:09 GMT -8
Shintaro signed the document, first in his native Katashiman Kanji (made up of the characters for West, Rice Field, Progress, Eldest Son) immediately followed by his name in Common. He took care to write his name with precision, it was small enough to not take up too much room but large enough to read clearly. For anyone who read this in the future, he didn't want his name misread.
With his signature complete he passed the quill along.
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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 Oct 5, 2016 10:41:28 GMT -8
The other delegates look to Havador and nod. He nods in response and takes the quill. The document is signed by the Land-Tillers. He looked over the document one more time. "Hmph, our land hasn't seen atrocities like this in over 50 years. Adhering to these laws will be a simple matter." He says cockily.
Alanis quietly whispers to Jun. "I don't think the Land-Tiller elves have ever practiced castration as punishment. I didn't know humans sometimes did that." Jun whispered back. "Wait, is that the thing where they..."
After an exchange of huddled whispering Jun could be seen grimacing sympathetically while clutching her groin area. "Ya, that's a good law. Let's not do that."
Esejef, who was "listening in" so to speak, gave a perverse, haughty chuckle that only a 200 year old man could give.
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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 Oct 5, 2016 12:58:59 GMT -8
Averin approaches and scrawls his name lazily on the parchment.
"I can only sign for the humans of Alban. I will need a copy of this to show the leaders of the other three races who will decide individually if they wish to abide."
With that said he returns to his chair. He doubted the Wildlings would sign or the Fae, but the dwarves might he wasn't sure.
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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 Oct 5, 2016 13:10:34 GMT -8
Then it was Renaux's turn to sign which he did without comment. He'd helped pen the document after all and had no qualms with what it stated. It was an agreement of governments to avoid condoning unnecessary cruelties. The king of Gauldin viewed it as a government's duty to serve and protect its people, not the other way around. Yet often power was abused and this provided an incentive for future generations of his line not to abuse it.
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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 Oct 5, 2016 16:04:32 GMT -8
With everyone of importance signed (except Crovan, for some reason), Tristian looked at Nyx and nodded firmly. Then he turned to Nishida and Averin.
"I would like to extend the offer of a Black Tower facility to be built, at no cost to your nations, within both Alban and Aozora. It's our hope that one day, when both of your countries are steadily on their feet, we can exist with peace and mutual support, much as we do in Gauldin and the Expanse."
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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 Oct 7, 2016 9:20:20 GMT -8
"We appreciate the offer and will consider and discuss it another time. For now, I must return to my nation to oversee operations. I will send a representative when I can." Shintaro bowed to Tristan. At the moment he didn't want a tower near him, not until he knew more and his nation was in a better position.
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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 Oct 13, 2016 12:07:59 GMT -8
Averin gives Lord Seryl a shrug of the shoulders.
"Couldn't hurt, if you want to spend the money."
He wasn't particularly enamored of the idea of a tower in his lands, but he didn't really oppose it either. If they were an insidious organization they would find a way into Alban regardless.
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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 Dec 16, 2016 6:17:55 GMT -8
Ryden walked over to the accords, quickly reading down the page. Satisfied by the list of signatories, he himself signed off the bottom of the list as chairman, before offering it to a scribe to file away. A copy would be provided for King Averin to return with to Alban to present to his associated leaders. With that task completed, he stood at the speaker's dias, offering a final comment to close the seating.
"Very well, then. Under my authority as chairman, I, Ryden Greyiron, call this international meeting of nations, henceforth known as the Summit, to be dissolved, and to reassemble two years from now under the guidance and leadership of King Renaux and the Gallic government. Thank you all for joining us here, and thank you all for aiding us in achieving this monumental accomplishment. For the most of us, peace and civility will continue to reign supreme in our nations."
Stepping down from the lectern, Ryden paced over to the table belonging to the Gauldish delegation. Before anyone from the table could say anything, Ryden spoke. "Look, your majesty, I haven't come over to argue. I've come to apologise... Regardless of the veracity of our roles in the conflict, it was wrong of us to argue here over something so trivial, and for the part I played in it, I am quite solemnly sorry." The chancellor offered his hand out across the table to Renaux, in the hope that he would shake it. "I hope we can move past this unfortunate incident, and that it does not compromise the relationship between ourselves, because that would be an unnecessary and saddening thing."
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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 Dec 18, 2016 17:34:49 GMT -8
Renaux looks at Ryden and his extended hand in silence for a long moment. The king's expression is remote, unreadable, and above all regal. Eventually, the king makes a decision and he takes Ryden's hand and shakes it firmly once. Sky blue eyes meet Ryden's and he holds the man's gaze as he says clearly and concisely. "Diplomacy is the domain of Chancellors, command is the domain of kings. However, a king must exert command with a level of grace. I will offer no comment on which of us most drastically strayed from our domain, I will only say we both could have handled it better." With that the king of Gauldin rises and takes his leave.
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