Cyronin the Blue
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 28
Physical Description: Trying.
Clothes and Equipment: https://imgur.com/a/sIpRe
Player's online availability : Often?
Registered: Nov 9, 2015 2:04:16 GMT -8
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Post by Cyronin the Blue on May 11, 2016 2:39:54 GMT -8
Cyronin walked quickly into the hall, pushing his way around the slower, dawdling ministers of the Assembly. He had been told it was important to show up to this meeting, seeing how it would likely be where he was nominated up to the position of High General. He also had a plan of action ready, should anything eventuate from the issue of the Aaedinian hordes. He took the seat of the High General, which Naoki had assigned to him, ninety degrees to the right of her. It was a positive show of faith that she was recommending him to the seat before officially confirming him in the position. Directly opposite to him would sit Ryden Greyiron, to the left of Naoki, and Tyrus Sephiran would round out the four major positions sitting polar to the Lady of Isra herself. The rest of the ministers would sit at intermediary points around the table in ranks of importance, with members such as the Minister of Magic and the Treasurer sitting at the forty-five degree spokes, and so on. Once Cyronin took his seat, he turned to the issue at hand, namely General Elizabeth Finch of the Dawn Riders' stood, report on the situation in Aaedan.
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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 May 11, 2016 22:14:04 GMT -8
Striding into the Assembly Chamber, Governor Ryden Greyiron passed easily through the small numbers of ministers who were making their way into the large auditorium. No doubt his above-average height, armoured appearance, and sheathed sword may have contributed towards the few gentlemen in his path skittering out of it. Stopping at the opposite end of the table to the Lady of Isra, behind the seat that the Prime Minister would occupy if and when he attended, he bowed sharply to her, before resuming his drilling pace towards the right, his metal boots leaving an audible clicking sound over the quietly chattering attendees, which was not hard, considering how few of them there were. Once he reached his seat, across from the presumptive High General, Cyronin the Blue , he briefly caught the eye of the soldier, nodding to him, before looking to the Lady, where she would assumedly inform the Assembly as to the cause of their emergency gathering. He had been in the middle of interviewing a guard whom he suspected to be disloyal, and did not appreciate the interruption. None the less, he knew it was his duty to serve the people of Isra, as well as their Lady, in his capacity both as the Judiciary Governor, and as a minister of the Assembly, and so present he was.
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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 May 13, 2016 6:00:01 GMT -8
After waiting the aforementioned ten minutes, Madame Naoki stands, and motions to the guards near the door. They nod in response, and shut the great double doors, signaling the start of the meeting. Though The Assembly isn't quite fully assembled, as it were, this would have to do. Matter such as these cannot afford to wait. After waiting a moment for what few murmurs of private conversation exist to fade away, she addresses the room,
“Welcome, one and all, to this emergency gathering of the assembly. Since this is an emergency meeting, let’s go ahead and bypass the formalities, and get directly to the cause of this meeting.”
With one arm, she gestures to an armored man standing near the great double doors.
“Earlier today, around noon, we were joined by this man. He claims to be a member of Aaedan’s @redsteel, which is apparently a legion of cavalry. He rode into Isra with the news that a massive number of undead have risen in Aaedan, and have taken The White City, and are a significant enough force to potentially threaten the rest of the world. I’ve gone ahead and dispatched The Dawn Riders to verify his claims, but before proceeding with their report or considering action, let’s see what all he has to say.”
Reseating herself, Naoki gestures to the Redsteel Legion soldier, prompting them to take the floor and say all that he has to say.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on May 13, 2016 6:12:41 GMT -8
"Madame Naoki, it's General Finch. I have not yet been able to locate Aaedan's Queen, she appears to be leading her knights in the main charge on the Palace, but the situation is more than apparent. Forces from the Land-Tillers and Belrow have joined what remains of Aaedan's military, and up until a half hour ago the threat was contained in the city. Half an hour ago, a magical rain began to fall. This rain, besides making it difficult to fly, has also begun to reanimate the dead beyond the walls. I have already lost half a dozen Riders-in-Training before we figured out what was going on. The undead are incredibly resilient requiring a complete destruction of the head or immolation."
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2016 22:51:48 GMT -8
The knight strod forward and spoke to the assembly, "In the early hours of the morning a few days ago, a magic still unknown to us swept through the White City. A massive cloud of green haze infected the city killing all within her walls. Only The 2nd Legion, commonly known as the Redsteel legion, the 3rd Legion, and the usual patrols of rangers were outside of the city. The princess, I'm sorry, the Queen was luckily with the Redsteel Legion." The man took a breath, "We could not enter the city for an entire day and night. The haze lost its killing power however and we discovered that those within the White City has been raised as undead."
As he spoke he looked across the room, face to face. "If sonething can kill an entire city, then your nation is at risk. The White City must be retaken if we are to discover the source of this magic and end it for good."
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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 May 14, 2016 4:51:58 GMT -8
Madame Naoki listens as the rider provides his report. Well, there are an awful lot of things that can kill entire cities if you try hard enough, she muses. Regardless, she stands again, retaking the floor once he is finished. “That is grave news indeed. As I mentioned, a few hours ago, with emergency powers, I dispatched Elizabeth Finch to fly over and assess the situation firsthand. She has just delivered her report telepathically, and I will now repeat it to you all.” With that said, Naoki proceeds to repeat, word for word, Elizabeth’s message, even doing a slight impersonation of the general’s tone of voice. "Madame Naoki, it's General Finch. I have not yet been able to locate Aaedan's Queen, she appears to be leading her knights in the main charge on the Palace, but the situation is more than apparent. Forces from the Land-Tillers and Belrow have joined what remains of Aaedan's military, and up until a half hour ago the threat was contained in the city. Half an hour ago, a magical rain began to fall. This rain, besides making it difficult to fly, has also begun to reanimate the dead beyond the walls. I have already lost half a dozen Riders-in-Training before we figured out what was going on. The undead are incredibly resilient requiring a complete destruction of the head or immolation."
After relaying the message, Naoki pauses for a moment to allow everyone to digest the message, and does some thinking herself. Not only does whatever power is at play over there have the ability to kill an entire city and reanimate the corpses as undead in the space of a mere twenty four hours, they also have the ability to raise other undead from above, through some magical mechanism that appears as rain. Impressive. Terrifying, but impressive. Seems like someone pissed off the wrong necromancer. After allowing all assembled to assess the reports in combination and form their own conclusions, Madame Naoki speaks again, addressing the room at large. “The situation in Aaedan is, I don’t think anyone will challenge me when I say this, definitely a potential threat, and we should consider it as such. With that in mind, all that remains is deciding how to best address it, if at all. I would first motion that The Enclave of Isranian Magi begin taking city-wide defensive measures to ensure that a similar magic cannot sweep through Isra in a similar manner. And that patrols and gate guardsmen take extra caution and keep their eyes open for undead, and those who show evidence or proficiency in necromancy. With a potential enemy as powerful as all this, we should not underestimate their ability, and should be cautious not to allow their agents to enter our city.” “However, the matter that is not quite so easy to agree upon may be who to send. … This man,” she gestures to the rider, “would like to see us mobilize the army to quench the undead currently terrorizing their lands. Doing that would obviously mean sending our soldiers all the way across The Expanse into the core of this necromatic tragedy. Many of them might not return. But they would be the lucky ones.” She pauses for a morbid moment, casting her singular uncovered eye around the table, allowing her implication of fallen soldiers returning to Isra as a component of an undead army sink in. “So. With all of that in mind, our first real decision is whether or not to send the army to join Land Tillers' State and The Kingdom of Belrow in combating the undead that currently plague the lands of Aaedan. It is also worth considering, if we mobilize and deploy a considerable portion of the army, we would be that much more vulnerable to an attack. The possibility that this is all a clever plot- a distraction, does exist. Discuss.” With that said, Madame Naoki reseats herself, allowing any who might choose to speak next to take the floor and say their bit.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on May 14, 2016 5:41:22 GMT -8
The rest of the Dawn Riders should be here by morning. I set them in motion before I left for Aaedan. If the wind is in their favor they may even make it by tonight, and we could use them. Nearly all of Aaedan's military was turned, and they appear to have remembered some of their training. Individual zombies dont appear to be very intelligent, but the actions of the group are, suggesting a much higher power is at work here. If we do not contain this here in Aaedan...."
Her voice trailed off at the end. She did not want to imagine what would happen if they could not contain it.
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Cyronin the Blue
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 28
Physical Description: Trying.
Clothes and Equipment: https://imgur.com/a/sIpRe
Player's online availability : Often?
Registered: Nov 9, 2015 2:04:16 GMT -8
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Post by Cyronin the Blue on May 14, 2016 15:02:56 GMT -8
Cyronin leant back in his seat as he looked around the table, considering the other Ministers while he thought about what he should say. Without much further ado, and seeing that nobody else looked to stand, he raised himself to his feet, before beginning to speak in a loud, clear voice, so that all present would be able to hear him.
"Ministers, there can be no question as to whether we send forces to cleanse the necromantic filth that currently holds fort in the White City. It poses a danger to our city, and to the entire world as it currently stands, and we cannot afford to let it escape without at least trying to stop it, which even a small portion of the Isran army mobilised could do. The legacy structure of the army, from Lord Ildesias' time in the hotseat, leaves much to be desired, admittedly, but as we stand currently, it would be sufficient to mobilise two, maybe three of his legions. I myself commanded one personally, which I would readily lead into Aaedan, along with the one or two others. Along with the Dawn Riders, who are there currently, and the representative forces from the other combatants, that should be sufficient, and the legions left present here in Isra would be sufficient to stave off any attackers until we can turn our legions back, should that become necessary."
He looked around the room, assessing the members who stood in there. Hopefully, they agreed with him, and were prepared to adopt his plan. He felt it was crucial for this to happen, considering the immense threat the world could face.
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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 May 14, 2016 16:54:01 GMT -8
"I agree, we should send a few legions to fight the undead in Aaedan. We can't allow this plague to spread to rest of the continent. The threat posed could be cataclysmic." Tyrus states his opinion on the matter. It would seem we are losing allies left and right with Medan and now Aaedan.
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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 May 14, 2016 17:46:40 GMT -8
Ryden took to his feet, after the Prime Minister had finished speaking, to speak his own piece. Even as he rose, an astonishment took his face, so confused was he by the marvellously idiotic plan suggested by the young man he had expected to be moderately competent, considering he was sitting in the High General's seat.
"Thank you, sir, for your bravery and dedication in bringing this message to us, in this grave peril that sweeps your home, but Lady, Prime Minister, General, and ministers," he spoke, his tone strident, and incredulous, gesticulating to them each in turn, "you surely cannot be serious about this madness. You would send an army to attack a force that gets more powerful with every death? You would pad them with our own forces? Madame, you said it yourself. The lucky ones would be the ones that did not return. The ones that died and were not returned. And yet this foolhardy if not unbelievable plan is placed before us, and you, Prime Minister, support it! If we go ahead with this, our legions will be decimated, and then turned around and broken against our walls! And with every one of our soldiers who die protecting our city, our foe gains another! Please, ministers, prevent this utter madness from progressing any further than this chamber, for the sake of yourselves, your families, the soldiers and the people of Isra!"
Ryden took a deep breath, considering the eyes of the few ministers that had attended the meeting, in the hope he would see agreement in their eyes, before speaking again, his voice more level now,
"As the general said, there can be no question here. We cannot interfere. Our only sensible choice from here out is to lock down the borders, with intensive screening for any entrants. We also must have mages prepared to protect the denizens of our fine city from this haze, should it come for us. We cannot prevail by throwing ourselves senselessly against a force we simply cannot beat in current conditions. We must play this smart, and fight this fight on our own terms, when we are prepared and capable to defeat an enemy of this form."
He took his seat again, staring at the Prime Minister, presumptive High General, and Lady of Isra in turn, expecting one of them to take the stage and comment on what was going to happen going forward.
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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 May 14, 2016 18:27:46 GMT -8
Madame Naoki doesn't wait for anyone else to take the floor, but does so herself shortly after Ryden reseats himself. “You raise a good point, Ryden, but one has to keep in mind. To reach Isra from The White City, the undead will have to traverse the entirety of The Expanse. Which is a considerable distance, a considerable buffer, to be sure, but by the point they come knocking at our doors, it will be a multi-national crisis, and the undead will number many more thousands than they do now, having likely consumed the Land Tiller people." “Based on what General Finch has said, it seems as if the situation will escalate to that stage if we don’t intervene. And while it would not be preferable to send our soldiers to a battlefield where they might die, it also wouldn’t be preferable to allow this situation to escalate to the point where the undead have risen in number enough to assault Isra itself. Right now, we would seem to have the ability to contain the threat. And one could argue that it would be more foolish to stand idly by and watch the threat grow to a size where we cannot approach it, than to attempt to address it now. To stamp the blaze out before it grows bigger than our boot, as it were." "Ryden, if you don’t advocate sending the armies to address the threat and attempt to quash it directly, how do you propose we deal with it? Because it would seem to me that if we don’t take decisive action of some sort, our neighboring nations, notably the Land Tillers' State , will be overcome and destroyed along with Aaedan. At the very least, we should consider offering military assistance to defend them." Finished with her statement, Naoki sits, and nods in Ryden's direction, indicating he should respond.
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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 May 14, 2016 21:26:46 GMT -8
Ryden took to his feet again, this time looking directly to the Lady of Isra as he spoke.
"I find the fact that you value the citizens of other nations higher than those of our own alarming, Madame. General Finch's report led myself, and, I believe the Assembly, into the belief that the reanimation rains were a localised event, occurring only around Aaedan, the heart of the dark powers. Why, then, would we lead a fight to a point where every man we lose gives an additional man to the enemy, when we could hold off from this battle until they reach a place where their rains no longer fall, and dead men stay dead? You seem to misunderstand that I do not feel remorse a out sending our soldiers to a battlefield where they might die. I feel apprehension about sending our soldiers to a battlefield where they will fall, stand again, and start attacking the men they once called brothers! I feel apprehension about allowing a fearsome enemy to use our soldiers, loyal men who have placed their absolute faith in you, against us! Am I truly that unfounded?"
Ryden's voice had once again reached that ringing sibilance he was so familiar with.
"Let us be honest, Madame, even with the forces of Aaedan and the Land-Tiller's state combined, we will still be able to stave off an assault on Isra. Our walls are tall and proud, and we would have our men more time to train. This plan of the general's is foolish in the extreme. You wish to offer our enemy some of the finest forces trained in the world for their own use, when we will suffer from their loss. You worry about the 'great machine' rolling up the Land-Tillers, well, what of our own people being made cruel puppets of this mysterious force's will?"
"You ask me to come up with a plan to deal with this catastrophe, but the truth of the matter is, while I may have plans and ideas already, I can do nothing without more information from the scouts we have in the field. I am surprised that the High General attempted to make a plan without this crucial information, indeed. We must know the nature of these 'zombies', so that we may best formulate how to defeat them. Are they intelligent lifeforms? Do they retain their individuality to think and act as they did in life? We must know these things. Most of all, though, we must remember - the priority here should be preserving our own people's lives, not those of another entity. They must be prepared to defend themselves."
Ryden took his seat again, passing the metaphoric baton back to the Madame for her answer.
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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 May 14, 2016 22:08:13 GMT -8
Madame Naoki stands and accepts the metaphorical baton. “It’s not quite that I’m more concerned about the citizens of other nations over our own- it’s that I’m concerned about the strategic value of The Land Tiller’s state being lost to the tide of undead. I worked in the Treasury Department previously, yes? The way I finagled things following the coup that resulted in Goraia and lost us Medan as a trading partner, some eighty percent of foodstuffs imported into Isra on a monthly basis comes directly from The Expanse. That number may have fluctuated some in the last few months, but I’m willing to bet- quite confidently, that it’s a significant portion. More than two thirds of imported foods.” “Which is, of course, to speak nothing of The Land Tiller’s states other contributions, which are many and varied. I don’t think we can justify to anyone simply standing by and watching the lot of them be consumed by undead. Between our relative strategic and economic reliance, and the long lasting semi-formal alliance between our peoples, I don’t believe we can sit idly by and watch them be run down, if it comes down to that. I am no more willing to send our men to their deaths than you are, but defending The Expanse is akin to defending our eastern border. We cannot afford to let it fall completely.” “It is worth considering that the forces of The Land Tiller’s state are quite capable. Though the numerical value of their armed forces are quite small, they have all sorts of wyverns and powerful mages at the ready. It may be perfectly acceptable to sit back and allow them to handle their own defense. They maaay be capable of it. However, if they’re not, not only will our eastern border be compromised, and not only will Isra struggle to feed itself, but those same very powerful mages will be blasting holes in our walls. I am of the opinion that if nothing else, we ought to ensure that The Land Tillers' State does not sustain casualties so great as to incapacitate them as a nation. It is of the utmost importance that they continue to stand, as they are one of the pillars that supports Isra in its current state.” “However, I agree. We do need more information, regardless of what we decide to do. If you’ll allow me a moment, I will attempt to utilize the scrying foci on General Finch’s person, and find some of these answers myself.” Reseating herself, Madame Naoki rests her chin in one palm, and shuts her visible eye. Her earring begins to glow with a hitherto unforeseen intensity as she makes telepathic contact with a handful of individuals, and begins to forcefully gather information from Finch’s division. With her unoccupied hand, she waves lazily in Ryden’s general direction, but keeps her eyes shut. “You may keep talking, my apologies.”
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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 May 14, 2016 22:16:30 GMT -8
This time, Ryden was content to wait. Staying seated, he spoke, "I'll wait, my Lady. I wouldn't want you to be distracted from the important discussions going on." This gave him some time, at least, to consider what he would say next, as well as get that information from General Finch that he needed.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2016 22:47:28 GMT -8
Back and forth. The rider watched silently. Both sides made good points, but the rider had had enough. He spoke once more, looking at Ryden as he did so, "It is not your home that has been taken. I understand." He paused for second, "Aaedan is dead. Our nation cannot and will not survive this... Rather than running away like cowards we fought. Rather than fleeing to any nation that may have us, we chose to stem the tide of the undead. Our army is broken. Our city is taken. Our lands crawl with abominations, but we FIGHT!"
He took a step forward gaining confidence as he spoke, his gold eyes glowing fiercely with heightened emotions, "Do you know why we fight? It is not because we want back our city. It is not because we want vengeance upon the entity that poisoned our city. It is because we knew what this could become. Our Queen recognized that this would be the start of a cataclysm." His eyes locked with Governor Ryden Greyiron's, "It is men like you, men that would rather watch the world burn so long as your walls protect you, that will see this realm to ruin."
He removed his helmet and tossed it on the floor, "Bury that, to you we are already dead." He stared down Ryden, awaiting a politician's retort.
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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 May 15, 2016 0:28:33 GMT -8
Ryden took his feet slowly, his cold stare piercing across the room, drilling bleakly into the rider's. His voice spoke with a clear, and distinct undercurrent of suppressed rage. It seemed, clearly, that the rider had touched on a nerve.
"You're totally right, sir, and I applaud you for that. It isn't my home that is being attacked. My home was destroyed many years ago, in greater cataclysm than you face now. One day, my home, everything and everyone I loved and cherished was there, the next it was not. I had no chance to fight back, but even if I did, I would not have. I would not have, because I would have gained nothing by stupidly throwing myself against a force I knew I could not beat. And yet you and your legion, taken by ideas of pride, honour, and glory would rather send yourselves to your deaths and strengthen your enemy rather than possessing an iota of sense and retreating to regroup with a force like Isra, where you could meet the foe on common ground, not suffer the insult of having the lifeless corpses of your brothers- and sisters-in-arms returned to fight against you! Do you really think you could face that with fortitude? Do you really believe you could kill one of your band of brothers if they rose a blade against you? Because a flicker, a beat of hesitation would be all it took for them to kill you, and again you would be by their side, this time in death, working for the devious master who caused it."
His tone hard, Ryden continued, not caring by this point if he offended the man. He was beyond that.
"I adopted this city of Isra as my new home, and I pledged to defend it. You say that you knew what this could become, and yet you did not act to prevent it as you should have. You took a foolhardy notion of glory into mind and made the enemy stronger. If you had thought about it, and retreated to draw the enemy away, you might have had a chance to defeat them. I do not wish to see the world burn, but I will do what it takes to protect those I have promised to. Pick your helmet up, soldier. Do not disrespect it and the legacy of your fallen comrades like that."
Ryden turned from the rider, his furore falling away to the pleasant and impassioned disposition he reserved for political engagements usually. You could say many things about him, but nobody could deny that he knew how to pick his moments.
"As for the Lady, pleading the defence of the Land-Tillers' state because of food, well, Ministers, if she were to scrape the bottom of the barrel of excuses any further, she would get splinters under her fingernails! She has shamelessly manipulated her numbers to lead you to believe that we so greatly rely on them for food, when as a nation, we are so nearly self-sufficient that we should only need to rely on them for exotics that we could survive without! Nonetheless, I do still believe it is important we defend our semi-formal allies, as she says."
"The Lady speaks of justifying standing by, which is not what I seek to do. Which is not at any point which I have stated an intent or desire to do. I think, indeed, that it is more important that we protect our eastern border, but the solution to this is not, as I have said over, and over, and over again, charging ourselves into Aaedan, only to have our fallen rise against us. Without any supplementary evidence or information, seeing as we have not yet been provided with it, I would recommend to the ministers that we send our troops to fortify with the Land-Tillers on their borders. The information we have been provided with thus far indicates that the majority of the necromantic magic affecting Aaedan is only that - affecting Aaedan. If all forces present retreated to the borders of the Land-Tillers' State, a sufficient distance from the affected area that these reanimation rains would not reach, we could combat the dark forces effectively without the fear that our fallen comrades would be risen against us. It would also give us more time to use the scouting that the Dawn Riders provide to investigate the opposition further, and find any more effective solution. This seems like the sensible and logical path forward, according to the information we have been provided thus far, and yet, Ministers, your Lady, Prime Minister, and High General broker for a solution that will inevitably end in the destruction of us all. I beg of you, if the other three will not listen, see sense!"
This time, at the end of his great imperative, Ryden did not take his seat, but remained standing, looking back to Naoki for her response.
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Tyrus Sephiran
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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 May 15, 2016 1:17:15 GMT -8
Tyrus was waiting to hear more on the situation, this Greyiron fellow certainly had a lot to say. Tyrus would speak up before anyone else could. "Now then, you bring up very fine points, if we did send our forces into the white city we may end up fueling the undead war machine. We must assist our allies in some way though, if we cannot join them on the front lines we should at least fortify the borders of the expanse in preparition. I do believe now that we should leave the fighting in Aaedan to those closest, while we help defend our ally who's border hasn't been compromised yet and make sure that it doesn't fall. If Aaedan is ultimately lost, we must ensure our closest neighbor is not."
Tyrus would look to the assembly which he knew well, "As Prime minister I will endorse whatever action the assembly chooses. I trust them to deliberate and think on our discussion and come together with a decision."
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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 May 15, 2016 7:35:42 GMT -8
As the rider and Ryden exchange words, Madame Naoki remains as she is, hand in chin, earring glowing, eyes shut in apparent concentration. Though it isn’t audible over the impassioned words of her ministers, a soft chuckle passes her lips. How amusing it is to watch emotions run rampant. Though she recognizes the emotions are well-placed, and would definitely prefer impassioned ministers over dispassionate ones, it’s still amusing to watch them assume full control. Silently, she muses what an Assembly made of dispassionate, but fiercely calculative and well intentioned ministers would look like. Probably quite efficient, she muses. After the two have completed their exchange and Tyrus has said his bit, Naoki opens her eyes and stands, addressing the table at large. “Right, well, in regards to that information, I can’t say that I can definitively answer any of those questions that were asked in regards to the combat capabilities of the undead. None of the soldiers I was able to speak with directly know for sure, and I can’t quite tell, looking over their metaphorical shoulders with scrying. I mean- they’re doing quite well- to be fair, and by the time they can successfully make good on my order to pull back from the front lines to the base camp they’ve established, General Finch will be able to collect information herself, and get back to us with the results before any more fighting ensues.” “Fair enough, though, Ryden. However, for as much as you accuse me of manipulating the numbers, we are dependent on the Land Tillers for a great number of commodities. Isra is self-sufficient enough not to starve should all trade from The Expanse halt, yes, but what I said, that we would struggle, is true. The Free Plains are only capable of growing so many things, and there’s a difference between living and living well. It would take another economic management miracle to re-establish the wealth of foodstuffs our citizens currently have easy access to. If you’d like to visit the treasury department and go find out that it’s seventy six percent of imports, or whatever the number is, go ahead, but Isra is mildly dependent on The Land Tillers' State, both strategically and economically and that much is not up for debate.” “Still, it seems as if we’ve come to a conclusion. Send a force to The Expanse, have them establish fortifications outside the observed range of the magics. Provide to those who are in the process of fighting on the front lines a position to fall back to safely, and maybe send some supplies over as a show of good faith. We could even take this opportunity to establish a more formal alliance with the Land Tiller people. Nothing quite brings people together like standing shoulder to shoulder, fighting off what could become the next cataclysm…” Naoki trails off, the intonation of her words unreadable. “Well. Regardless. Does anyone have a problem with that proposed course of action?” Still standing, her eyes sweep around the circumference of the table, eyeing each minister for an objection.
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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 May 15, 2016 22:55:21 GMT -8
Ryden sat down now, eyes closed as he faced down, his fingers locked together in his lap, as he revisited the intensive debate that had sparked up over the last few minutes. He had handled himself eloquently enough, he figured, but as a younger and more foolish man, he had been taught to always look back on his actions, and to consider what he would change were he given the chance to turn back and repeat them. He was satisfied to feel, then, that there was nothing he had done that he could have improved on. He had performed adequately, and saved the lives of the men who would have died as a result of the General throwing them at the White City, and the lives of the ones who stayed in Isra that would have been killed as a result of the Aaedanian forces attacking. As he thought back, though, he was paused briefly by the memory of the impassioned outburst of the legionary who had spoke so proudly of his home, and his battle, and while they were poorly made in judgement and decision, they were brave and valourous deeds. Ryden resolved to invite him to meet with him in the offices he was currently in the process of doing up.
As Naoki asked if anyone disagreed, he rose his head again, meeting her eyes from across the table and shaking his head slightly, showing that he acquiesced, now that his recommendations had been met. He was firm in his belief that they now had done everything possible to minimise casualties.
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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 May 16, 2016 0:12:43 GMT -8
Naoki waits a short while for any to rise in opposition, before nodding firmly. “Very well; so it shall be.” First, Madame Naoki turns to her right to address the High General, “Cyronin, your legions march tomorrow. Assemble and lead a force to the east, and reinforce the border defenses of the Land Tiller people, with the intent of preventing the undead threat from spreading into their lands. It isn’t The Assembly's place to decide which legions you choose or enforce battle plans, so we’ll conduct a meeting in the tower later today to discuss such specifics.” Next, Naoki turns to her left to face Ryden, and addresses him, “Judiciary Governor Greyrion, you will see to it that our borders increase security and patrols are kept vigilant. Once Cyronin’s legions are in position and entrenched, General Finch and her Dawn Riders will most likely return, depending on the conditions and if they are required on the defense, and assist you with patrols. See to it that the undead cannot make their way into our lands, and make doubly sure they cannot sneak their way into our city.” Addressing the The Enclave of Isranian Magi ’s representative, she issues another set of instructions, “The Enclave should see to it, as is their task, that all powerful magic within Isra is known and authorized. No large scale necromancy. No death-haze nonsense, and nothing that even so much as resembles what happened in Aaedan. If that means you need to crack down on and restrict otherwise lawful activities for a short time, so be it. Additionally, large scale safeguards and defensive measures should be put in place to prevent such magics if they are casted from afar. The White City was caught unaware and unprepared. We will not be.” With that final statement, Naoki plants one palm firmly on the surface of the table and speaks with an as of yet unforeseen conviction, casting her singular visible eye around the table, fixing each present minister with it and making intense eye contact for the space of a moment. There is a time and place to display emotion, she knows. She will not be known as the final Lady of Isra, nor as anyone’s stooge. In those final few words, she instills the gravity of the matter at hand and a healthy dose of confidence in those who would choose to be inspired. Now, if she has chosen her hands well, as she knows she has, they will comply with each and every ounce of their being to fulfill their respective duties to the best of their abilities and ensure their collective plans come to full fruition. After letting her words hang in the air for a moment longer, she releases the pressure on the poor table, straightens, and casts her eyes about the room once more, speaking again with only an appropriate amount of intensity. “Does anyone have any questions about their instructions, any issues to raise with that which I have just decided, or any related inquiries or matters to bring to the table? We may have forgotten something important.” She will wait an appropriate amount of time for any ministers who would choose to speak up to do so, and move forward shortly if none do.
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