Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Aug 7, 2016 12:11:16 GMT -8
Hot on Naoki's heels came Emahra, who was as ever clad in her typical attire - the black boots of supple leather that were perfectly worn in, dark blue breeches that clung to her lower body, a black brocade corset, black lace covering her arms, and the circlet about her brow. Her blue hair was worn in its usual braid and her Blade in its magically-shortening sheath at her left hip. The scarf of the Marshals was wound around her hips, leaving the badge there in display opposite her sword's hilt. Before entering the room, she turned her head so that she could look over her shoulder at the man she'd paused to speak to outside, and Valerian Kastimeer was given a small smile. Dragging her amber-gold gaze away from the admiral, she crossed the room to where Naoki had settled herself and took up her place at the feline woman's left side - until such time as the meeting actually began, she would stand behind the Lady of Isra with her arms folded so that her hands could clasp in the small of her back, her weight perfectly distributed onto both legs with knees ever so slightly bent. Her watchful metallic gaze swept the room, searching for signs of danger and taking note of the summit's various attendees. Though anyone who was particularly observant would note that her attention kept flicking briefly, yet repeatedly, toward the black-haired necromancer.
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Enlidil
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:53:59 GMT -8
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Post by Enlidil on Aug 8, 2016 14:30:41 GMT -8
Two men entered The Assembly next, each looking as utterly on guard as the last and wearing not plate armour or gowns, but uniforms to befit their status. The Lord Enlidil's uniform was dark, with regal gold trimmings, silver gloves covering his hands and thick yet smartly cobbled boots under ironed trousers. The second as-yet-unnamed man wore a heavier uniform, with a long dark coat that reached down below the knees opened over a tunic decorated with the regalia of a dragon wielding a sword that pierced - or perhaps guarded - an all seeing eye. The other man also wore a mask that obscured the majority of his face, including the entire lower half and his left eye; the mask was painted with a dragon's sharp smile.
Enlidil stood first, indicating his superior status among the pair, while the silent masked figure kept behind him and watchful. After eyeing the table to which they belonged, he led the two of them over towards it and took a seat to wait for the proceedings to begin.
It was going to be interesting, to say the least. As ever Enlidil had his eyes and ears open; the endless political machinations of the Draxis houses of The Norkari Mountains had taught him that seemingly harmless words spoken at banquets could be just as dangerous as a sword in the back. He had been trained to see and take advantage of such mistakes - something he fully planned to do here.
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Valerian Kastimeer
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 32
Physical Description: Valerian is of average height at 5'10", with the lean build of a climber and fighter. Black hair is kept cut fairly short, with the bangs hanging over his brow but not quite in his eyes and the rest roughly matching that theme. His eyes are black, with iris and pupil indistinguishable from each other. Valerian looks young for his age, often taken to be five or more years younger than he in fact is. Typically on his shoulder, but sometimes in a pocket, is the undead squirrel companion that Valerian has named "Rupert."
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Valerian is almost constantly clad in a semi-formal blue uniform, complete with award ribbons, a gold command braid, and shoulder and collar rank insignia. The uniform can include a long black coat in inclement weather. It is exceedingly rare for Valerian to be seen without his weapon; a broad-headed spear of variable properties. At times it is standard length for a battle spear, comfortably wielded in two hands and impossible to wield with one; at others it is short enough to use one-handed. Similar to the spear, Valerian is never seen without the white gloves he wears -- those gloves bear some arcane symbol on the back of the hand. Rounding out his equipment is an assortment of pouches in pockets and occasionally on his belt, their contents mostly as mysterious as the symbol on his gloves.
Player's online availability : Varies.
Registered: May 4, 2016 20:26:48 GMT -8
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Post by Valerian Kastimeer on Aug 8, 2016 20:54:09 GMT -8
Emahra Untyrid received a nod of acknowledgement from Valerian, right after Naoki got a rather informal salute. Then the admiral-and-necromancer, clad as ever in that blue uniform, followed the pair into the room. Valerian found a seat toward the back of the Isran contingent. His expression was kept neutral, but his eyes were alert -- his gaze swept the room, keeping tabs on everyone present. His short spear had been left with him, somewhat surprisingly to him, and so it was kept with the butt on the floor next to his chair, the haft coming up to be held leaned against his shoulder. If anything his expression actually spoke of mild boredom; he didn't expect much involving his job to occur in this summit, and so for however long it lasted he expected to be just an observer.
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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 Aug 10, 2016 9:27:41 GMT -8
Liz had a similar entrance to Valerian, saluting to Lady Naoki as she entered before taking a seat next to Valerian, in the back of the Isran group. The Dawn Riders were only likely to be thanked and that was it, nothing else necessary was expected in her direction either, save for the presentation of the Redsteels to herself. She was also with her weapons, which was to be expected given that her first company she w was assisting with security measures.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Aug 10, 2016 16:37:55 GMT -8
Ildesias wasn't quite sure why he had been invited or what he was going to do there, but he imagined some scheme or other had been put in place to make it advantageous to someone else that he attend the summit. He wasn't necessarily amiss tp that, though he did feel a little out of place as he entered The Assembly room and ran his eyes over all those details that had seen change since his last visit.
He made his way over to the Isranian table and gave a humble greeting of "good day" to those present there, before taking a seat and crossing his fingers. "I must admit I'm quite interested to see how things go here today," he said calmly. "I simply hope I can be of assistance."
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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.
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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 Aug 10, 2016 23:10:30 GMT -8
As the other members of her table file in behind her, Naoki nods in greeting to each one as they take their respective seats. It is with some small sense of pride that she notes that the Isran table is awfully stacked in comparison to the other tables. Which, she supposes, makes sense. Given the fact that none of her associates needed to make any international journeys to attend. Even so, she thinks, even if the conference were being held in another nation, or perhaps on neutral ground, she would have her choice of which diplomats to bring or send in her place. A luxury that not many nations have; a wealth that could probably- she thinks, be attributed to some of her own choices. And furthermore, the summit is being held where it is because that’s where she decided it would be held. Which is a fun sort of empowering feeling to have. Calling all of these kings out. However, she opts not to revel in it, instead turning her mind’s eye to the meeting ahead, and what she plans to present. Additionally, she idly notes that the Gorain representative(s?) have yet to arrive. Keizhi and Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui. She had been told that they had arrived in Isra, and the meeting is scheduled to start shortly. She isn't quite sure whether to hope that they turn up in time or not, and returns to her internal rehersal.
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Keizhi
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: Blue eyes, long purple hair, and an average sized body.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a wide assortment of enchanted dresses, though often seen in plain black or frilly whites.
Registered: Feb 27, 2016 22:51:27 GMT -8
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Post by Keizhi on Aug 13, 2016 8:20:45 GMT -8
Yet just before the meeting began, Keizhi entered the chamber quietly, finding her seat and sitting down with a smile that was only slightly nervous. She came adorned in a long, flowing white dress and was holding a slim folder of parchments. Inside, she was restless. Her inexperience with diplomacy coupled with the recent sweeping changes in Goraia was a lot to bear.
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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 Aug 16, 2016 23:15:20 GMT -8
Cyronin followed the Goraian representative closely behind through the doors before heading over to the Isran table. Offering a quick salute to Naoki, he took his seat at the table and looked forwards to the chairman's table where the Chancellor would shortly speak.
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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 Aug 20, 2016 11:01:19 GMT -8
Grandma strolled in, cane clicking on the floor below as she made her way over to the table Tristian sat at, taking a nearby seat. She hadn’t planned on coming to the Summit initially, but after having spoke to Tristian at The Black Tower about Goraia, she was curious to see their representatives in person. Other than a subtle nod to Naoki and Tristian, Grandma made no action to greet anyone else at present. For the moment, she was content simply observing.
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Aug 24, 2016 8:56:04 GMT -8
Tristian's gaze flicked toward Keizhi as she arrived, and his expression immediately became so carefully neutral it was unreal. Anyone who knew him - only Naoki and Nyx, really - would be able to see the flashing of rage within his normally placid blue eyes. He knew exactly who the Goraian delegate was, and it disgusted him to no end that they'd been not only allowed to attend this summit, but invited. His lips curled briefly into something that bordered on a snarl before he could catch himself, and then he forced his features back to their former placid lack of emotion. That didn't stop his whole body from tensing, however, or keep him from watching the purple-haired girl like a hawk as she migrated to her table and sat. Only then did he finally look away, turning his gaze upon Nyx and taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself. The urge to reach out to her via the telepathy network was strong, and he very nearly gave in - she'd feel a momentary surge of thought without words, a sensation of impotent rage, disgust, betrayal, and a razor-sharp resolve. Then it was abruptly gone, and he sat there. Contained. Watching. Like a volcano waiting for the perfect moment to explode and destroy.
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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 Aug 24, 2016 11:59:11 GMT -8
As the final audience members filtered into the room, the doors swung shut, ensuring that no further distractions could be incurred unnecessarily while anyone was speaking. In due course, Chancellor Ryden Greyiron rose from his seat, making his way up to the speaker's podium where he rose his hands in a gesture to quieten the room, an effect he achieved briefly.
"Honoured guests, one and all," he said, speaking into a small device extending from the podium that amplified his voice throughout the room, "welcome to the city of Isra, and thank you all very, very much for joining us in these sobering times. Even as we celebrate with joy the presence of us all here, together, the reason for our assembly must be kept in relevance."
"And with that reason in mind," he spoke, his voice grave, "I would request of you all that we all gave a moment to think of those bright souls who were lost to us in the tragedy that befell the lands of Aaedan only this moon prior." With that, he looked around the room, allowing the heavy silence to pervade the thoughts and minds of the honourable ladies and gentlemen in the room. It would have more of an effect on some than others. "With that out of the way, I once again welcome you all to this very special meeting. I'll try and keep this succinct, so you won't have to suffer through me rambling on - so please, let me say just this. While you are here, I implore you to speak with your fellow leaders. I implore you to change with your fellow leaders. I implore you to create with your fellow leaders. The temptation of the staus quo is often too strong for many, but we have faith in your abilities to shape this world for the better. Remember why we are here, and do good, if for no other reason than to commemorate the memory of those who have been lost to us, and especially to their Lady Nyx, who I shall now give over the floor to. Lady Nyx?"
The Chancellor nodded to her, once, slowly, before turning back and resuming his seat, listening attentively to the young woman.
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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 Aug 26, 2016 10:22:06 GMT -8
Yet just before the meeting began, Keizhi entered the chamber quietly, finding her seat and sitting down with a smile that was only slightly nervous. She came adorned in a long, flowing white dress and was holding a slim folder of parchments. Inside, she was restless. Her inexperience with diplomacy coupled with the recent sweeping changes in Goraia was a lot to bear. There would be a familiar voice in Keizhi's head, it was Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui. Don't forget, I'm with you. If things get rough just follow what I say, I know much more than they ever will. Good luck.
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Aug 26, 2016 11:02:27 GMT -8
Shintaro and his most trusted advisor Ming Yunxu were already seated at their appropriate placement. Ming Yunxu was fully sober in preparation for the summit and looked quite dignified alongside his lord who was dressed sharp as always. Neither of the men had their weapons of course for there was no need serving the role of diplomats and did not have their usual armor on but their best clothes.
The warlord would look around at all the different people only briefly before the meeting began, he was impressed how many people have shown up from the different factions. The two men closed their eyes in respect as the moment of silence began for those who fell in The White City. Shintaro especially thought of Levi Thunderstruck, the magus who gave his life to save him, Nyx, and Jun. The battle in Aaedan was not one would ever forget.
Once he opened his eyes he listened to the Isran Chancellor who appropriately gave Nyx the floor to speak first.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Sept 1, 2016 15:14:23 GMT -8
Averin listened to Ryden's speech with half an ear. More interested in looking at the various delegates around. The king vaguely remembered the man from his coronation. But the chancellor hadn't had the time to talk to him before it was over. He had to give the man credit. The speech was brief, but it had a good message. Even if the delivery was only so-so. Though the king of the only recently stabilized kingdom of Alban had to chuckle at the bit about status quo. His kingdom didn't even have one yet, so he had no worries about stagnating.
At present moment Averin's biggest question was why Isra felt the need to bring so many people. He supposed it was their right as host and the most powerful nation at the table. It just seemed odd that they had seemingly every military leader they had, in addition to other guests. To his mind it might bog down the proceedings. Then again maybe they new something he didn't. Maybe he should have brought more important people from his country. But he'd figured Madadh, Ei, and Ailionóra had better things to do.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Sept 1, 2016 15:18:29 GMT -8
Reanux listened to what was being said attentively. One hand absently drumming across the table. He was already some at the tables, but there were more new faces than familiar. The ones that stood out to him were the delegation from Goraia. He found it odd that Isra had chosen to include them in the summit. He well knew Lady Naoki's distaste for the nation. He even suspected she had plans against them. This made him suspect some kind of alternative motive, but he supposed he would see.
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Sept 2, 2016 0:58:33 GMT -8
When Ryden called for the moment of silence Nyx bowed her head slightly. The end of her beloved nation was no small thing for her, and should be considered no small thing by others. She listened intently to the rest of his short speech, a good setup for what she was hoping to do and fine timing with introducing her to the floor. Though she was mildly annoyed that he used the word "Lady" instead of "Queen", she quickly pushed it aside no time to weigh such things.
With the floor hers Nyx stood, her armor clinking slightly as she did so. She made her way to the speaking floor. She stood the for moment looking around at all the people. She took a deep breath to steady herself and the proceeded. She spoke loud and clearly as she was taught to in her youth, "Aaedan is indeed gone. Our nation feel to horrors and monstrosities. This happened beyond control, beyond reason, unprovoked. This was the start of a cataclysm, a cataclysm that could have spread beyond Aaedan and did attempt to do so. Soldiers from many of the nations represented here gave their support and fought along side what was left of the Aaedanian military. Isranians, Land Tillers, and Gauls," she moved her gaze upon the representatives of each of them when she said their nationality, letting her piercing blue eyes make contact with their own, "all answered the call. Many died ensuring their homelands were safe. My people held the gates of the White City for days on our own, waiting for the return of our allies and good news to follow. It did.... However there are many "what ifs." What if the call went unanswered. What if it took too long for the arrival of allies. What if we broke and the undead spread throughout the lands." She paused to let the thought of an undead invasion of their nations work itself out in their heads.
"With these possibilities in mind I hope ask you all for your support. Support in raising a force." Her voice became filled with passion as she continued, "A force to guard the realm of men and mer. A force loyal to not a single Nation, Kingdom nor Empire but a force of all nations to protect all nations." she was gesturing with every word now, "A force that can answer a call of aid without hesitation or decision," she looked representative to representative, "Can you, will you, help me raise this force?"
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Elder Havador
Committed
The Leader of the Land-Tiller's Tribe
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 140-ish
Physical Description: An old, thin man. He is tall for his age, around 6'.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears simple cloth and shows no sign of being the Land-Tiller Tribe's most influential leader. He has no weapons of any kind, though he does carry his favorite books.
He can however be recognized by a series of trinkets and bracelets he wears on his arms, gifts given to him by all the children and young wizards he helped mentor during his days at the tower.
Registered: May 18, 2015 11:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Elder Havador on Sept 2, 2016 6:18:46 GMT -8
Jun, Raynor, Esejef, and Alanis all looked towards Elder Havador and nodded. Elder Havador raised his hand. If given permission to speak, he would stand and say: "If there is one thing most sentient races can agree on, whether human or orc or elf or dwarf, or anything in between, it is that cooperation is one of the most potent engines of achievement in this world. As individuals we are often helpless. We are like a single stone battered back and forth against a raging river. But when we unite, with a common purpose, we are able to achieve miracles. We are able to buttress ourselves against the mighty tides of the ocean itself." After a brief pause, he continued. "There are many things to be discussed at this great hall. Who will lead this alliance and how will it function? How will the power be distributed? To what extent are we as individuals and as individual cultures to be slaved to the will of a collective? But these are but details and nuances. The spirit of what you ask for is but the natural effluence of the humanoid soul. To the most fundamental question, can we stand together as one for the benefit of all individuals, and thus unlock our full potential and our true nature? The Land-Tillers say yes." At the conclusion of his little speech, Havador sat back down. Jun, ever so silently, whispered in his ear. "Nice speech. A little hammy but it was... it was good." Raynor raised his eyebrow slightly, in mild disbelief, at Jun's audacity in criticizing Havador's speech. Alanis' sharp elven ears overheard her and smirked. Esejef, for the moment, watched the other delegates stoically. He seemed to be eyeing Keizhi in particular.
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Sept 2, 2016 10:10:21 GMT -8
Tristian watched Nyx stand, and gave her a tiny smile of support. He listened to her speak, and glanced toward the Land-Tillers delegation as their leader stood and spoke. His questions were good ones, and Tristian looked back toward Nyx; catching her eye, he arched a brow in silent question. Did she want or need his support or input? He'd be at her side in a heartbeat, if so.
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Sept 2, 2016 14:39:50 GMT -8
Nyx looked at Halvador, "The Black Tower will lead these forces. Lord Tristian Seryl is the leader of the organization and I believe that he can answer your questions better than I," she looked his way, a small smile inviting him to join her on the floor.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Sept 2, 2016 17:05:09 GMT -8
Renaux waves a hand indicating he wants to speak. Once the floor is silent he stands. He looks to Nyx then sweeps his eyes over the assembled. After he is sure he has every ones attention he speaks. His voice stately, commanding, and calm.
"A pretty speech of high ideals Queen Nyx. It also holds some merit. There are often large threats that a nation can have difficultly handling on it's own. Having a unified force to deal with such things may indeed be a solution. But why this over formal alliances? Would that not accomplish the same goal, without centralizing power? The Black Tower is a privately owned Isran institution. Lord Seryl is a defector from Medan who now makes his home in Isra."
Renaux pauses letting people piece together his issue with the set up by themselves.
"If we do decide to create such a unified force, why need it be under The Black Tower? Why would it not be it's own separate entity with allegiance to no country. Lead by a council of officials from each participating nations? Did that thought simply not occur? Or do you have good reason for the set up you are suggesting?"
He leaves unsaid the last possibility. That this was part of a larger Isran power grab. Lady Naoki's growing influence and power were troubling. He didn't begrudge the lady her results. She worked hard to turn Isra from a power, to the power in the world. But ambition could be dangerous. How far would she try and go? Renaux had met with her and found her reasonable, but a smiling face could hide dark intent.
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