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 2, 2016 17:20:12 GMT -8
Averin looked over to Renaux. He agreed with what the older man said. Though he didn't bother raising his voice in concert. He'd already made his mind up on the matter. Alban wasn't strong enough to spare even a token force to such an effort. They were still rebuilding. So he was out. Trade agreements he would do, military matters though were not on the table. Any fighting his kingdom did would be on home turf, where An Dli could even the odds.
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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 Sept 2, 2016 17:36:17 GMT -8
Ryden listened to the young woman's speech with a satisfaction that was quickly waylaid by concern. She wanted the Black Tower to be her international fighting squad? The chancellor was not particularly fond of the menacing obelisk that perched just barely outside of Isra, but he could not see how it could possibly be beneficial to legitimise the organisation beyond all reproach. In consideration of that, he leant forwards across the table, about to interject, when King Renaux rose. Instead, he sat back in his chair, drumming the fingertips of one hand across the smooth surface of his table and nodding along with what the king said.
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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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Post by Grandma on Sept 2, 2016 18:40:03 GMT -8
Grandma listened to the proceedings, watching the various leaders expressions for any signs of what they might be thinking. She found the introduction to be a bit dull, but the mention of raising a force to guard everyone brought a smile to her lips. It wasn’t particularly hard to guess what was coming next from a statement like that. It was a bold move to suggest the Black Tower be given such power, something Grandma would have expected to be done with a bit more tact, but she liked it. The other leaders should be able to see what was going on with this, but did they care enough to try and deny the proposal?
Steepling her fingers together, Grandma suppressed a slight chuckle as she leaned back in her seat. This Summit was shaping up to be quite an amusing spectacle.
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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 19:36:57 GMT -8
Following the objection of King Renaux, Tristian stood and made his way over to where Nyx was, and casually took up a place beside her. Inclining his head to Renaux, he spoke in a calm, clear tone.
"If you wouldn't mind letting me respond, Your Majesty, I believe I can assuage some of your concerns. For those of you unfamiliar with who I am, I would be the Lord Seryl in question - though I feel I should correct you on the statement that I am a 'defector from Medan.' Medan is no more. I fled for my life from those who killed my family, and killed Medan with them. That being said, I wouldn't be the sole controller of this endeavor. Queen Mann and I have made an arrangement, which is thus: We would be joint partners in the control of the Black Tower and its forces. Additionally, in the event of a situation - national or international - that would require the assistance of the Black Tower's troops, supplies, or anything else, a council of all the national rulers - or their chosen representatives - would be convened to decide upon the proper course of action and the necessary deployment of resources." He paused for the briefest moment to let that settle in before continuing.
"What you seem to be neglecting to remember or admit, Your Majesty, is that, despite our initial location and origins, the Black Tower is a neutral force aimed toward the establishment and promotion of world peace. That is why we have branches within both Gauldin and the Land-Tillers' Expanse, and it is my hope that we'll be able to build a similar location within Alban in the near future, as well." This was said with a nod of respect and consideration toward Averin, before he forged ahead.
"The reason Queen Mann suggested allying with the Black Tower and basing her policing force with us is simple: We are already established. We have bases already created in two nations. And we have a large number of resources to put at her disposal. With the additional input of troops and funds from every nation - excluding Alban, at present, as we understand you've just recently reestablished your rule after a long and difficult civil war, King Arach - we can prove to be truly formidable and effective should another situation such as the Aaedanian Tragedy rise again. Or anything of similar consequence, whether it be magical or otherwise in nature. My one wish is to see that things like that.. and other horrific atrocities.. can never occur again." This last was said as his gaze cut very clearly to the Goraian delegation table. He'd also been very specific in leaving out mention of Goraia's involvement in any policing force. If the message hadn't been made clear before, it was now: Goraia was not welcome in anything involving the Black Tower.
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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 Sept 2, 2016 20:23:45 GMT -8
Ryden then took his own turn to stand and speak, his apprehension growing greater by the minute as he observed Tristian's... contempt for the Goraian delegation. For someone who espoused a desire for world peace and unity, he did not sound particularly tolerating of the Goraian state, which could be considered justifiable from his point of view but was nonetheless concerning when attempting to realise such a desire.
"Apologies, Lord Seryl, for interjecting, but what assurances can we have that any biases you might hold personally will not interfere with the direction of the organisation as a whole? I can understand where you are coming from to have such prejudices, but surely your experiences must prevent you from being as impartial as you must be. Would it not be better, if we were to use the Black Tower as this international organisation, to have a council composed of representatives from each state running the Tower permanently, rather than only in 'situations', as you put it, with yourselves acting as operative managers? In order to purge any partisanship as best as possible, of course."
With that, Ryden looked at the young lord expectantly. Tristian's predisposition towards Goraia would preclude the organisation's attempts at international cohesion, and the chancellor himself could see no alternative methods of centralising his hatred other than providing tempering viewpoints.
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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 Sept 2, 2016 22:33:48 GMT -8
Through these proceedings, Lady Naoki opts to simply watch. Hands folded in her lap, ears pointing ahead to face the current speaker, her expression is one of polite interest and carefully maintained neutrality. Not having a need to express her own ‘opinions’ quite yet, she continues to watch and wait, observing not only the active speaker, but all those who are listening along with her.
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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 3, 2016 7:49:37 GMT -8
"Quite frankly, Chancellor Greyiron, if I was going to attack Goraia, I would've done it already. I'm not stupid enough to think that doing so with the backing of troops from every nation aside from them would be any more successful than an attempt to do so without the additional support - it's simply a different kind of suicide. Regardless of whether or not the other nations invest in this proposal, Queen Mann will be joining the remaining Aaedanian forces to the numbers of the Black Tower and embarking in joint control alongside myself. But in the interest of preventing any such thing, High Lady Naoki has drafted a proposal that would go somewhat hand-in-hand with that of expanding the Black Tower's means."
"And given the importance of this proposal, I now invite High Lady Naoki to step forward and present it to you herself, in the interest of clarity and honesty." He half-turned aside and glanced toward Naoki with a semi-apologetic glance. No doubt she hadn't intended to put forth the pact idea quite so soon, but it was rather important, in truth.
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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 Sept 3, 2016 10:33:45 GMT -8
Liz kept to herself at well, unsurprised that Ryden was against this. He had voted against sending any sort of reinforcements to her embattled Dawn Riders, instead locking the Assembly into a devate that lasted for too long to provide assistance. And the idea of having a council permanently rule such an international force was ludicrous at best. Locking every decision behind the wall of debate did not enable the kind of rapid military response necessary to deal with catastrophes like what happened to 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 Sept 3, 2016 13:20:43 GMT -8
Ryden sighed, before speaking up again, only from his seat this time. He was slightly amused, though significantly more irritated, at how Tristian had tried to sidestep the question - he could appreciate it if it had been done well, but it was blindingly obvious, and clumsy. All the same, his tone and expression were both quite neutral. He had no intention of letting this get out of hand.
"Could you please answer the questions I put forward to you, Lord Seryl, before we move on to Lady Naoki? At least as far as I can tell, they were rather pertinent."
Tristian had looped around his question of any significant bias - Ryden had not at any point meant to assume that he would be attacking Goraia, only that his speed and willingness to aid with any issues Goraia might face could be compromised. He also ignored the chancellor's question of an alternative method of running the Tower.
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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 3, 2016 13:51:13 GMT -8
"Chancellor Greyiron, please hold your tongue."
Renaux's voice remains calm and level, but he raises it. His tone demanding the floor once again. The brunt of his displeasure focused on the Chancellor, though he is mildly irritated at Lord Seryl. Once he has the floor again he would begin.
"Chancellor Geryiron while I understand your concerns, I did not cede the floor to you. I did cede it to Lord Seryl, but once he issued his rebuttal it is courtesy to allow me to make my own. Once I was satisfied you should have asked for the floor. Not just interjected yourself without consideration."
Renaux left the words 'for your betters' unsaid. Not feeling to drive home the fact the Chancellor Greyiron was an observer in these proceedings, not a participant. The man lead no country and if he had any say on the decisions it would only be in private council with Lady Naoki. With this reprimand given the king turns his attention to Lord Seryl.
"First Lord Seryl, the implication that I forgot about the Black Tower base within my own kingdom is rather insulting. My point was that is was a privately financed Isran institution. As in my government does not have a say in how it operates. The implication that The Black Tower is currently neutral is frankly laughable. Loyalties lie with paychecks Lord Seryl. At present Isra and Isra signs those."
Renaux glares at the other man for a moment, then softens his gaze.
"However, you did address that issue as well. If the Isran institute that runs The Black Tower is surrendering it. And any missions that the tower undertakes are voted on by a national comittee. Than that is sufficient answer for now. Though you did not provide an adequate answer to one of my questions. Why is this international force you are suggesting, preferable to military treaty? As you implied that Lady Naoki has further details though, for the moment I will concede the floor to her."
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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 3, 2016 14:09:08 GMT -8
"If Goraia abides by the policies laid out in the proposal Lady Naoki will put forth, I'm perfectly willing to be impartial, which you would've learned if you'd give the woman a chance to speak. As for the change in running the Black Tower - no. That will not be happening. Because a man and a woman with no home at all anymore are better choices than a council comprised of those who care only for the interests of their own lands in times of peace."
Tristian reflected that he'd never liked Ryden, and that he really wished someone would put the man in his place. Honestly, he talked too much, not to mention being a pompous ass - and he'd never forgiven the man for refusing to send aid to the Dawn Riders in Aaedan. Too much politicking, not enough common decency. He glanced at Renaux as the Gauldish king put the uppity chancellor in his place, and Tristian barely suppressed a smirk, though the beginnings of it would still be visible at the corners of his lips. Inclining his head in thanks to the king, he replied.
"I apologize if I caused any offense, Your Majesty. Perhaps the nature and origin of the Black Tower has been questionable in the past, but it's my intent to change that. With input from all nations, it can be truly neutral, and that is, in the end, my goal. But for now, I really think you will all find this proposal quite interesting, and it is in truth very important." With that, he again stepped aside to try and give Naoki the floor. Though if Ryden felt the need to interject again, he might just slug the man. Tristian was itching for an excuse to punch him right in his smug face.
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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 Sept 3, 2016 14:28:58 GMT -8
Ryden nodded to the little upstart of a lord. He had provided a... satisfactory answer to the chancellor's questions, which was all he needed. That said, it wasn't the answers he wanted, but better some answers than none.
"Thank you, Lord Seryl. That was all I had asked for."
Ryden turned to the King of Gauldin, and this time, his complacent expression and tone were gone, replaced by a subtle fury that was relflected in his eyes, and barely edged into his tone.
"King Renaux. Not only was that entirely inappropriate, I would remind you that it is not your place to chastise any other member present. That is the role of the chairman. If you feel the need to speak to another member in such a manner, leave it until a break. Consider this a polite request not to hear such rudeness again." Speaking shortly, Ryden left the or else I will remove you unsaid, though he was fairly certain that the king would have understood. With that unpleasantness out of the way, he turned back to where Madame Naoki would surely speak momentarily.
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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 3, 2016 14:50:14 GMT -8
"Then I recommend you chastise yourself Chancellor. Since you seem to have forgotten your manners. Need I remind you that this is a meeting of world leaders. You are an observer nothing more. You only have authority at this meeting so long as we allow it. So mind you tongue."
Renaux's polite facade drops and the harsh tone of command enters his voice. If the Chancellor could not mind himself than Renaux would be forced to act. The position of chairmen of the meeting was one of a figure head only. If the five leaders present chose to, they could vote and remove him from the position. Something the Chancellor had clearly forgotten.
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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 Sept 3, 2016 15:04:28 GMT -8
"The floor is Lady Naoki's. The summit will not hear further from you until the end of her speech, King Renaux."
This time, Ryden did not deign to turn his head and face the king. What respect he had for the young man's leadership had quickly dried up, and he was more interested to hear what Naoki had to say than the king's incessantly piteous whining.
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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 3, 2016 15:22:08 GMT -8
Averin watched the proceedings as an observer. In that brief time he concluded that Chancellor Greyiron was the single most arrogant son of a bitch he'd ever met. The obvious anger and contempt the man held for Renaux was plain. Which showed the man had no real understanding of his position. Honestly he was rather worried for Lady Naoki. She employed someone obviously devoid of diplomatic tact. Ryden had risked offending the leader of the second most powerful nation in the world. All for the sake of his ego. It made the young king of Alban question allying with Isra if this was the kind of man they put into a position of power. Someone devoid of respect, deserved none.
Renaux on the other hand showed once again what it meant to be a king. Refusing to yield to threats of the petty man, dressing him down for all to hear, and Renaux had even kept his initial chastisement mostly polite. It showed a poise and understanding of station that Averin admired. Well he supposed that for the moment it was moot. The king of Alban turns his attention to Lady Naoki. Curious what the lady had to say.
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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 3, 2016 15:30:54 GMT -8
Nyx had watched the exchanges silently, how did things get so off course so fast? She agreed with Renaux but was afraid to speak up with the Chancellor trying to throw his weight around. She shot a sympathetic glance to the the king. She turned her attention to Lady Naoki to hear her words; hoping silently for a chastising of her government official.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Sept 3, 2016 15:36:56 GMT -8
Emahra's eyes narrowed bit by bit with every word that the chancellor spoke. She'd never really interacted with the man, but now she realized she didn't want to - he had a very unrealistic impression of his own authority, didn't he? She would need to speak to Naoki about him, because as it stood, she didn't trust Ryden one bit. She did, however, shift her position, ready to stand and put her hand on sword's hilt the moment Naoki stood. It was her duty to protect the High Lady of Isra, and she took that very seriously. Especially in a room with a questionable chancellor and a 'delegate' from another country that had become known for its atrocities.
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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 Sept 3, 2016 15:56:57 GMT -8
Cyronin leant back in his chair as he sat at the Isran table, watching the performance in front of him. He applauded the chancellor, though - as was typical of a Gaul, Renaux had by far overstepped his boundaries and authority, heading well into the realms of deep impoliteness and unpleasantness. Despite the arrogance of nobility and the reputation of the Gaulish people, Cyronin was surprised that the king would be so downright rude to a man who had so graciously invited him to an international meeting. Briefly, his thoughts stirred to the sword that hung by his side - he did hope that no intervention would be necessary, but, with tensions running so high, it would not surprise him if it 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.
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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 Sept 4, 2016 12:18:49 GMT -8
As she stands, Naoki offers Ryden a hard look. Only enough to visibly express her irritation, but not enough to cause another delay to the proceedings. Though the full complexity of it can’t really be expressed in a single look, the primary reason for her displeasure was caused by the unnecessary friction that Ryden had helped to generate. He could have simply shut up, and everyone would be in a better mood right now to receive her proposal. She thinks that Ryden- and Renaux, to a lesser extent, could have been a bit more considerate of the atmosphere of the room and made at least a token effort to preserve it, rather than nearly starting a shouting match over quite literally one individual speaking when perhaps they should not have. Everyone here is supposed to be an adult, dammit, and it’s Ryden’s role to prevent such squabbling, not fuel the flames.
However, Naoki’s harsh look lasts only a moment before she turns to face the room at large with a carefully painted, pleasant sort of look on her face. Without turning more than a single ear, she hears Emahra rise just to her left. Naoki supposes that the proceedings so far have irritated her as well- as well they should have. Though she doubts the need for Emahra to stand, it isn’t a big deal, and as such, Naoki doesn’t acknowledge it, instead proceeding directly into her adress.
“Fellow world leaders,” she begins, speaking clearly and loudly enough to be heard without issue throughout the room, “Kings, ambassadors, representatives, and other associated individuals. I would like to make a proposal.”
“It should be noted that I intended to bring this proposal to everyone’s attention in the absence of a higher context, and would ask that the matter of The Black Tower temporarily be tabled until a conclusion is reached on the matter I am about to propose, at which point we would be able to go back and hash out how the two resolutions might interact.”
“Without further ado, I would like to propose that we, as a group of leaders who wish to promote and nurture a safer and more stable world for us all to inhabit, as well as establish framework for the stable and organized international relations, begin to contemplate the implementation of international laws.”
Here, she pauses. The concept of international laws, as far as she’s aware, has yet to be seriously discussed in any capacity.
“I would like to formalize this relatively informal summit to an international organization, to establish multilaterally accepted laws defining national crimes, protecting the rights of all individuals- regardless of state from government tyranny; forming a basic framework upon which we can improve and utilise to see to it that the whole world advances forward, toward the future, as opposed to backward- back into the dark days immediately following The Cataclysm.”
“As such, I would ask each of you representatives, each of you leaders, if you are willing and prepared to enter into such an agreement on the behalf of your peoples, and exercise your power to form a more mutually beneficial world order.”
At this, Naoki pauses, awaiting responses but not seating herself. A response would be required from each nation before she would proceed- but only responses to her inquiry.
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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 4, 2016 13:47:25 GMT -8
For the first few minutes of the gathering, the Land-Tillers had been unable to speak, due to the tension between all the other parties involved. Clearly this is off to a bad start. They all said to themselves. When Lady Naoki finished her proposal, all five members of the Land-Tiller delegation immediately foresaw what was about to happen. The other nations would see this whole thing as a power grab. But the truth is Jun very much wanted something like this to succeed, and so did most of the Land-Tillers. Without thinking, Jun of the Celadine immediately stood up as if to take the floor. She pretty much had no idea what she was going to say. Crap.The other delegates might not notice Esejef's eyes glowing a very soft blue. He closed his eyes to try to conceal them. Oh dear, everyone is staring at you, Jun heard in her mind, from Esejef. Help... me! She said with gritted mental teeth. Relax. We've already talked about this. I know what you're thinking and you have our approval, just use your big girl voice. Esejef replied, that last bit with joking condescension. Assuming she had the floor, Jun would speak. "Fellow delegates... uh..." Introduce yourself."Right, my name is Jun, daughter of General Raynor of the Celadine. I am a member of the Land-Tiller's Tribe, and both me and my father were at the Battle of Aaedan. I've also aided High Lady Naoki in the defense of Isra and was once a lady in waiting for the former Medanese Royalty... Uh, first of all I'd just like to say, that I've seen the power of cooperation first hand. When nations are able to put aside their differences and ally themselves to a single cause, they are able to accomplish remarkable things. Uh... but in order to do so at their fullest capacity, they must stand as equals, with mutual respect, and lack of fear. They must genuinely have the people's best interests at heart. Which is why I..." Oh this is NOT a good idea. Jun hesitated. No. It's not. Do it anyway. Esejef said. "I've decided I'm just going to say what everyone here is thinking. Everyone here is afraid of Isra's political power. That's no secret. Right now everyone is harboring their suspicions of Isra and the Black Tower. And the tension between Chancellor Ryden and His Majesty King Renaux certainly isn't helping things. But there is something we all need to keep in mind. This proposal is ultimately not about political power. It's not about titles or who signs whose paychecks. It's about the lives of individual citizens. Hundreds of thousands of people, like you and me, flesh and blood, with feelings and emotions and families, are dead. They died because of a horrific tragedy that they were guiltless of. And it's these lives that this proposal is ultimately hoping to save in the future. Because without the people, titles and political power are worthless. And a governing entity that does not put its people before its own needs is equally worthless." Uh...You were going somewhere with this?
Oh right.Jun took a deep breath. "For this reason, I inform you all that concerning this proposal, High Lady Naoki, you have the full support of the Land-Tillers Expanse, for the sake of all our citizens." She looked around at all the other delegates. If permitted to get one more word in edgewise, Jun would also add "I'd also like to point out that having an internationally accepted standard of human rights and code of conduct would go a long way in helping to keep the authority of the Black Tower in check. But I suppose we'll get to that a bit later." She smiled nervously and started to sit back down. How was I?Esejef grinned. Awful.
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