Tyrus Sephiran
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 42
Physical Description: Blonde, wavy, medium-length hair which is usually tied back in a ponytail with a blue ribbon.
Light blue eyes
6'1"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a dark blue jacket with shoulder pads over a white dress shirt, black pants, brown leather boots, black gloves, pendant around his neck
Carries a rapier with him along with a defender dagger
6 golden orbs of elven origin with swirls etched into them, given to him by an adventurer years ago that wanted to sell them. At the start of each swirl was a large gem, each orb having its own color. Red, blue, black, green, white, and orange.
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: Jun 1, 2015 12:16:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tyrus Sephiran on Oct 5, 2015 12:43:41 GMT -8
Tyrus walked through the halls of the citadel, idly looking through some documents. He would arrive in The Assembly promptly for the meeting he was summoned for. The minister greeted anyone who was already there and took his seat, further sorting through his papers until the meeting began.
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Robert K. Wallace
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 25
Physical Description: Short, stocky, and out of shape.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a pale-blue silken shirt and matching trousers. He also wears a black cap with a gaudy feather in it.
Registered: Sept 24, 2015 6:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Robert K. Wallace on Oct 5, 2015 13:01:13 GMT -8
Robert saunters into the room, boredom and displeasure etched firmly upon his face. This position was useful, but it came with responsibilities. He tried his best to stay very far away from things like those, but sometimes there was no avoiding it. Now, he could only hope and pray that the meeting would be short, or that it would devolve into a shouting match. Something, anything, to prevent the long hours of boobless drudgery!
He locates his chair, and drops heavily into it.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Oct 5, 2015 13:33:43 GMT -8
<Entering from The Conjunction> Andraste walks into the meeting with a placid smile etched upon her face, her hands hidden within the arms of her cloak. Her steps are measured and precise, and she takes a seat near the end of the table, as close to the door as she can get. Unfortunately, the guards were rather adamant in making Vain stay outside, and as she departs from him, she can already feel her heart pulled back toward the door. She grudgingly puts the thoughts that accompany the feeling aside and prepares for the meeting, producing a blank parchment, a quill, and an ink well from her satchel so as to transcribe the meeting for her own personal records.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Oct 5, 2015 13:39:22 GMT -8
"Andraste! Please! Don't do this..."
Vain sighs and sits down, leaning against the door. He reads his book and waits anxiously for Andraste to return. Even though she's still within 10 meters, it's still too far for comfort.
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Tyrus Sephiran
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 42
Physical Description: Blonde, wavy, medium-length hair which is usually tied back in a ponytail with a blue ribbon.
Light blue eyes
6'1"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a dark blue jacket with shoulder pads over a white dress shirt, black pants, brown leather boots, black gloves, pendant around his neck
Carries a rapier with him along with a defender dagger
6 golden orbs of elven origin with swirls etched into them, given to him by an adventurer years ago that wanted to sell them. At the start of each swirl was a large gem, each orb having its own color. Red, blue, black, green, white, and orange.
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: Jun 1, 2015 12:16:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tyrus Sephiran on Oct 5, 2015 13:42:23 GMT -8
Tyrus wondered briefly who that riff-raff was calling to the Minister of Magic as she entered, but he payed it no mind. "Greetings, Fellow Ministers. How are you this evening? You're looking healthier, Miss Ruana." Tyrus looked up from his documents to glance at Andraste Ruana and Robert K. Wallace . "I hear we're having an immigration problem, do you believe that will be a topic of this meeting?" Tyrus jots something down on one of the pages he had in his pile, a note for later perhaps.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Oct 5, 2015 13:58:17 GMT -8
Grandma made her way into the room, accompanied by the usual tapping sound of her staff on the floor. She slowly made her way to the closest chair and upon adjusting her robes, sat in it with a sigh.
She gives a brief smile to the other ministers before introducing herself.
"A pleasure to meet you all, I've only recently gained this position, but I look forward to knowing all of your better. And please, call me Grandma. However, as I hear there are pressing matters to attend to, I will leave the small talk for later."
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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 Oct 5, 2015 14:29:28 GMT -8
Jarkoopi is standing at attention near the table, smaller than usual. About the size of a large horse. "It does appear we have such problem." He breathed heavily, his nose huffing out warm air. "And who are these I have yet to meet?" He motioned towards Grandma and Robert K. Wallace.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Oct 6, 2015 6:58:50 GMT -8
"There are multiple issues that need to be discussed today," Ildesias told everyone, as he entered the room, located his seat and sat down in it. "Among them, there are items that are of some considerable importance to the city, including the construction of the city walls, sanitation and health, and the trial of the giantess who recently attacked us. We will leave that 'til last, for she will be brought here to stand witness to her trial in person and given a chance to defend her actions, as was common justicial courtesy in my homeland." "Before we begin," he said, taking a stack of papers from the surface of his table and beginning to hand them out to be passed around to all present, "I trust that you all have read or heard the full announcement I made? If not, then here is a copy to be viewed as he start." He would wait several minutes to give everyone a chance to read the announcement, then continue. "Let's start with something simple, before we get into the more serious, gloomy subjects. The walls. As you know, they are in the early construction stages. The architects know the wall's size and dimensions, but the specific features of the walls that relate to defence have not yet been decided. I thought I'd allow all of you to have some input and make suggestions as to how you think the city walls should defend us." He leaned back, then allowed them to speak.
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Post by The Kingdom of Audria on Oct 7, 2015 15:06:10 GMT -8
(Aia Heijra and Komtur Adrian von Heschburg)
Aia took her set at the table, and Adrian sat beside her. After Ildesias came in and said what he had to say, Adrian cleared his throat and stood up to speak.
"I think I may have had some experience in that field," Adrian began, addressing everyone in the room. "When fighting the Wickans in the north, we were able to contain the pacified lands by constructing an array of forts along vital regions. So naturally, we endured many siege battles.
"Boiling oil. Er... if you're comfortable using such a tactic. Sometimes I feel you southerners like to cut it short when morals come into question. But it works wonders when the enemy army tries to batter your gates down, and if you can maintain a constant supply of the oil, it demoralizes the enemy from even retrying it. And be sure to have well-made battlements built into the walls; give the archers and crossbowmen something good to hide behind when trading off shots with the enemy.
"Another thing: ballistae. We Brothers faced the might of a dragon in Eastwick,"
Aia interrupted: "Dracothor? I've heard the stories."
"Indeed," Adrian continued. "I'd suggest installing some ballistae emplacements around the entire city - you never know when a rogue dragon may decide to attack your city. My knights are well-trained and well-versed in ballistae, and they can train your soldiers daily if needed. With the right training, the right calculations, and the patience, no dragon can hope to leave the Free Plains without some type of injury."
Aia said something then, "and I'll see about importing Kolsog Ore from Asgeir; our ancestors used them to pierce dragon scales. Perhaps Andraste and her mages can enchant them to make them even stronger? Perhaps they can even puncture giants," an obvious reference to Red Fletcher, "and I'd suggest getting her input on how to fight such things as her. As for the walls, my Varan will help with that; they're laborers after all."
"Good thinking, Aia," Adrian complemented.
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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 Oct 8, 2015 3:44:53 GMT -8
Jarkoopi listened and agreed with almost everything. The wording they used, it seemed as if these ballistae emplacements were simple dragon killing machines. He knew other dragons would obviously be a threat, but not just dragons.
"All defensive measures are acceptable in my opinion. If the enemy did not want to face such cruel weaponry they shouldn't have attacked." He paused in case anyone wanted to speak up.
"Let us choose our words carefully, because some of us might be a dragon." He warned them and glared before continuing. "Although yes, ballistae emplacements seem effective for large air or ground beasts. Smaller airborn threats should be dealt with by the quicker and smaller Scorpions." Now that his thoughts were out there he awaited to see how many agreed.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Oct 8, 2015 18:19:20 GMT -8
"I disagree with the use of boiling oil. It is a brutish and outdated tactic that uses valuable resources needlessly when we have the use of magic at our disposal," interjects Andraste, and she raises a brow at Adrian before continuing with, "and it does not restore my faith in the Brotherhood that this is the first thing they would jump to. No, much more effective would be to place magical traps of lance of ice or pillar of fire, or perhaps even noxious gas, before each of the gates that may only be activated when a mage such as myself or one of my pupils calls upon it. This is less fallible than boiling oil as well; it may be activated from further away, so if the gatehouse is taken by enemies on the ramparts we may still activate the traps."
"As for the defences, enchanted ballistae are a sound defensive device, although I would also second the suggestion that we heavily supplement them with scorpions. As for the walls themselves, I believe we will need at least three and as many as seven rings to account for the size of the city. If we simply have one outer ring, our defences will be...well, to put it bluntly, pathetic, and will be unable to withstand an extended siege. Furthermore, we need several points of entry to facilitate trade, yet we will need to be careful not to leave any weak spots in our defences. It will require a balance, of course. Also, building walls in already populated sectors will require redistricting, but it should be a relatively painless process if it is executed properly," Andraste continues with a quick, yet measured and clear tone, sounding as an experienced and professional politician. Her placid smile remains throughout her entire spiel, however.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Oct 9, 2015 11:02:09 GMT -8
"We don't have the resources or the space to have that many walls. For now, we will focus on one. Having multiple rings might have worked if such things had been conceived of in the beginning, but they weren't. No-one could have guessed how large the city would grow and as a result, we are bound by spacial constraints. I won't force people to move just to add these extra defensive layers behind the outer wall. Instead, take comfort in the fact that the walls we are building now are large and strong. It would require advanced siege weaponry and a large force of soldiers to break through - and even if they did, we have The Citadel, arguably the most defensible location in the world. I did not spend years of my time and power just to raise a citadel of easily-crumbled stone."
Ildesias seemed to be writing notes down as the conversation continued.
"We already have the large ballistae needed for the walls. We saw them in action against the giantess who now dwells in the dungeon, and making more will take little effort. It's just a matter of moving them to their designated towers, and ordering the construction of enough scorpions to line the top of the walls in addition to archers. I will also pass a letter to the city armoury and find whether we can find oil to defend the gates. Magic is a far more valuable resource than oil, and while we can set magical traps, we frankly do not have enough trained mages to rely on them. Oil, or any other sort of highly flammable sludge, is probably a far better alternative. Not to mention that burning oil has more of a psychological affect than it has physical. Soldiers will not willingly stand close to our walls once they are aware of what we have to defend it. Andraste's mages should focus their magical traps around the gates."
He turned a page in his book, then continued to write. He wrote quickly. It wasn't the neatest writing, but he was filling the pages with information.
"I am going to make my own suggestion. There will be a total of twenty-four fortified towers surrounding the city, thus separating the walls into twenty-four equal segments of wall and acting as both storage for equipment and sleeping areas for soldiers. As of now, there are no further plans for the towers, for my suggestion is expensive enough that I thought I would seek the approval of the assembly before allocating funds: trebuchet's. Large and powerful enough that they are only used in extended sieges where there is enough time to build them on site according to the specifications of highly trained engineers. We, in defending our city, have the opportunity to place them upon our towers to meet any foe. A design draft has been submitted by one of the wall architects, depicting a trebuchet made of metal and steel. Larger and more powerful than standard trebuchets, it is capable of firing multiple ammunition types over extremely long distances and decimating foes far from our walls. The engineer expects the effective range to be almost 900-1,000 meters, whereas traditional trebuchets that are carried and built on site by attacking forces have a range of only 300."
Ildesias could not help but smile at the images he had in his head. "But there is more. The metal of the trebuchets, their equal spacing from each other and their height allow for the projection of a defensive dome across the skies of the city. If trained mages were to channel their magic into these conduits, together it would form a protective layer of magic to protect the city from attacks from the air. However, the dome would not cover the walls or the towers, and the mages would be rendered immobile. And if one these trebuchets were to be destroyed, it would open a hole in the protective dome that an enemy could easily exploit."
He closed his book. "Think on this idea. And do not underestimate how costly it would be."
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Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Oct 9, 2015 15:22:31 GMT -8
Adrian took in the suggestions of everyone. "These trebuchets sound intriguing. With the right training, they could easily disable enemy siege weapons - be it towers, catapults, and whatever else that may concoct. I support the idea, assuming you can acquire the funds; however, if it is funds you need, perhaps increase the taxes on the trade in the city. This is perhaps one of the most economically-busiest cities; no telling how much coin passes through here. I believe increasing the taxes on these traveling merchants could pay for the coasts we need."
Adrian continued. "We should also think about the defense of the city. Hidden pathways that run beneath the city so the townsfolk can escape should they need too."
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Tyrus Sephiran
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 42
Physical Description: Blonde, wavy, medium-length hair which is usually tied back in a ponytail with a blue ribbon.
Light blue eyes
6'1"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a dark blue jacket with shoulder pads over a white dress shirt, black pants, brown leather boots, black gloves, pendant around his neck
Carries a rapier with him along with a defender dagger
6 golden orbs of elven origin with swirls etched into them, given to him by an adventurer years ago that wanted to sell them. At the start of each swirl was a large gem, each orb having its own color. Red, blue, black, green, white, and orange.
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: Jun 1, 2015 12:16:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tyrus Sephiran on Oct 16, 2015 10:07:44 GMT -8
"It all sounds good. As mentioned before, acquiring steel for 24 of these machinations would be pricey but doable surely. These projects are great for creating jobs as well." Tyrus thought on Adrian's suggestion. "I do believe the public should be informed on what they should do during a siege and how they should evacuate in an emergency."
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Feb 25, 2016 13:59:13 GMT -8
The Assembly had been called for an emergency session, with all elected members and appointed ministers summoned to a large room in the centre-most location of the sprawling citadel. The room, which lay at the end of a long corridor guarded by twenty elite guards and then locked behind a heavily fortified and magically enchanted door, was a large circular chamber with a near equally large circular table in the centre.
Around this table one hundred seats were slowly being filled, with Ildesias sat in the one that was just a little bigger than the others and watching the senators enter. When finally they stopped arriving, Ildesias cleared his throat and nodded to the guards to shut the double-doors that then shimmered with magic.
"This emergency session has been called due to the worrying fact and reports that our neighbouring state, Medan, appears to be no more," he addressed. "As such, we must discuss what we know about this situation and what we will do about this situation. Who wishes to speak first?"
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Tyrus Sephiran
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 42
Physical Description: Blonde, wavy, medium-length hair which is usually tied back in a ponytail with a blue ribbon.
Light blue eyes
6'1"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a dark blue jacket with shoulder pads over a white dress shirt, black pants, brown leather boots, black gloves, pendant around his neck
Carries a rapier with him along with a defender dagger
6 golden orbs of elven origin with swirls etched into them, given to him by an adventurer years ago that wanted to sell them. At the start of each swirl was a large gem, each orb having its own color. Red, blue, black, green, white, and orange.
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: Jun 1, 2015 12:16:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tyrus Sephiran on Feb 25, 2016 14:16:26 GMT -8
Tyrus, Ildesias' trusted Minister of Foreign Affairs for 4 years would speak first. He had just finished looking through all of his talking points that he'd written down and was rehearsing in his head, he rose and introduced himself in case there were any newcomers in the assembly. "Tyrus Sephiran, Foreign Minister. Medan being our closest neighbor was also one of our greatest trade partners since our routes with them were the most secure. With this new regime the borders have closed and trade has ceased. We have no idea if this Goraia will be a threat in the near future, but if they were to choose to strike us, they'd be able to mobilize an attack quickly with their proximity to us. Since their borders are closed, we can't get any diplomats in to find out what the political atmosphere is there. "Now, I leave the floor open to the Head of the Treasury Department, to speak more of the implications." Tyrus would sit back down and allow Empress Naoki to speak next.
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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 Feb 25, 2016 15:01:09 GMT -8
Standing from her seat, Madame Naoki takes the floor, nodding to Tyrus. “Thank you, Minister Sephiran. I am Madame Naoki, Treasurer. I have additional information to share, regarding the effect this has on our economy, the closure of their borders and some information I received from another source.” “The Medanese borders were closed last week, and all approaching visitors and trade caravans have been denied entry. From what I've been able to gather, they're denying entry to every single individual who approaches, including our traders, merchants, travelers, and also that of other nations, and independent parties. This is going to have a fairly major impact on the Isranian economy in that we used to import and export a lot to Medan on a very regular basis, and now all of that has stopped. I'm not sure yet, of the full impact this will have, but let it suffice to say that this is definitely detrimental to us, and there may be some shortages of certain commodities in the next few weeks. I'm going to do everything I can to dampen the impact and maintain the stability of the economy, but we've just lost one of our major trade partners, and there's a limit as to what I'm going to be able to do. The most major countermeasure that I think is worth mentioning now is that I intend to open trade routes with The Kingdom of Gauldin, and I believe in doing so, we can compensate in some capacity for the loss of Medanese goods." "Additionally, they’re building walls. Large, stone walls around their borders, and are manning them with soldiers. This information was provided to be by a trustworthy source of mine who is currently loitering a short ways away from the border. This is a massive step up from the previous border security of Medan, and I believe it is safe to assume that they are also arming themselves. I have agents passively observing from afar, but none within the borders themselves.” “Additionally, I was approached last night by one of my acquaintances. Though I cannot vouch directly for the accuracy of this information, he told me that, according to one of his companions who is gifted in an esoteric form of srying magic, that there is ‘great suffering’ currently occurring within the borders of what we once knew as Medan, implying mass torture. Greater investigation will obviously be required before we go accusing anyone of anything, but my contact was very distressed, and attempted to convince me to take independent action against Goraria- which I have not. I have, so far, only dispatched scouts to observe the border from afar, and relate back any information they can gather from a kilometer away- information I will be swift in sharing with you all, as soon as I receive it. I have brought my contact, he who knows firsthand of the scrying magic, here with me today. He is @hyydra , a shaman of the orc tribe of Falkreath. Though his methods aren’t quite the same as the manner of magic we practice here, I believe them to be at least worth considering as plausibly effective. He’s waiting outside, and we could call him in if The Assembly would like to hear what he has to say first-hand.” Nodding, Naoki signifies that she’s finished with her bit, and sits back down, waiting to be addressed again, or asked a question.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Feb 25, 2016 22:12:48 GMT -8
Ildesias listened with his eyes closed, as though the reports from his ministers were difficult for him to bear. It was a worrying situation and despite Madam Naoki's focus on the impact of their economy, he was beginning to feel that this new neighbouring state would impact far more than Isra's finances. Was a war coming? He hoped not, yet he could not ignore how realistic of a possibility that was.
"Very well, let's hear what this Shaman has to say before we continue. I would rather we have as much information as possible before we decide on any courses of action to take, if any."
He looked towards the door of the room, which then clicked with the sound of unlocking and slowly swung open, during which time ministers around the table began to murmur between themselves; no doubt discussing what was happening.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2016 14:44:51 GMT -8
The doors opened, and slowly he would march forward, squinting, narrow eyes as his face seemed to be quite calm, yet studying everything there. He looked to Madame Naoki, who he gave a nod to in gratitude and respect, and walked ahead so that all of the Assembly could see him. A hand gently formed into a fist, delicately landing upon his chest and spreading his fingers to press now a hand against it, very symbolic for Audience. "It is with great honor and heavy a burden I come to your lands to address this.." He spoke gently, looking to them with his squinted eyes once more. "Medan, as you know, was the first kingdom of this earth that was created by humans. We have watched them from long ago, even interacting with them before our time of Isolation." He put heavy emphasis on the word 'our'. "However, it has been revealed that Medan is not what it once was... Darkness has spread, Council. Darkness covers Medan with a great power and authority. In my time of meditation, there has only been a single feeling that has pulsed through my body: Pain. This pain, this sorrow, this lonliness... it is not unfamiliar. There are dark works going upon this world, but more significantly, a child, at this point in time."Worried he might lose audience to the fact that he was speaking of only a single life, he continued with haste after thinking for a moment. "Most of us here.. we have felt love. We have felt the feeling of affection, protection, caring.. These emotions are lost to embrace this child.." He began to turn himself to face Ildesias once more, speaking up with his quiet voice. "And for those of us that have felt love, we have also felt obligation. Territorial mindsets, yes. We wish to protect those we love, to guard them from any evil." He turned back to the other half of the assembly. "-But this child has not embraced this care... no. She is hidden, locked away, and even no-" He clasped onto his heart for a moment, eyes closing as a massively depressed face appeared upon him. Bearing the strength to mutter loudly "..Even now, I feel her pain..." He paused to regain his sense in the matter of what he was going on about. Gently placing his staff forward and walking around, he continued. "I've come to this Assembly to speak of Medan, yes. But my interest is to save this vessel, this life form. Humanity has been betrayed by itself, and I am unfamiliar to this interaction these humans have.." He looked back to Ildesias, begging eyes as he continued. "The morals of my tribe has forced me to claw my way to this humble kingdom, that I may ask to find this victim refuge among the Orcs of Falkreath if her home is not known... And I call upon all of you." He gently waved his staff around, still seeming quite respectable with his speech. "I call upon you all, to please, consider at the least to act upon this. Show my children, my kin, my blood, that these humans are not growing to darkness. That this simple, seemingly insignificant task can be complete.." Nearly losing his train of thought, he turned back to the throne. "Medan has a darkness plagued upon it, and as humanity, we must see to it this plague is cured, that light shall return to where it belongs." He let his staff's connection with the ground echo in the small room, waiting for a response or allowance to leave, if his point was not yet made.
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Post by Grandma on Feb 27, 2016 14:06:10 GMT -8
Grandma’s brow would furrow as she listened to the various worrying accounts being told by the others at this meeting. Deciding she had finally heard enough to give an opinion of her own, she would clear her throat before addressing those in the room.
“Although we don’t have sufficient information yet, I think it is clear Medan has undergone a severe change and I suspect our relationship with them will have to be significantly altered… The reports you have all given make it sound as if Medan has either undergone a hostile takeover, or their king has gone completely mad. Either one of these possibilities isn’t particularly favorable for us.”
“As mentioned, due to the close proximity of Medan to us, we must be prepared for the worst. As soon as this meeting is finished I will take measures to increase security in the city as well as step up our countermeasures against spies in our government. I suggest we look into anyone who has recently arrived from Medan as an additional source of info as to what is going on with their government.”
Grandma would then turn to address the Shaman.
“If what you say is correct, I suspect these acts are being committed against far more than a single child. If the Medan government continues to refuse access to our diplomats and refuse trade, it will be quite clear they are hiding something. Abuse against their citizens would certainly top this category in my mind, you can’t exactly hide the suffering of an entire population without completely closing borders as they have done.”
“One other question I have, do we have any government employs or notable citizens of Isra who were in Medan when this happened and haven’t returned? If such is the case, we should take immediate steps to ensure their safe return to us.”
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