Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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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 Jul 7, 2018 18:32:01 GMT -8
Grandma raised a single eyebrow at Khorne’s outburst, now directed towards his sister from the sounds of it. Perhaps his assault on Ozrith would relieve some of his pent-up rage, but Grandma wasn’t holding her breath on such an outcome. She still a few things to do to Ozrith, best to remove him before Khorne took any more liberties to use him as a punching bag or the flames burned away what little was left of the boy.
There was a cracking sound as all the chains but one broke off from Ozrith, leaving him still bound but suspended in the air by only a single chain. A moment later and all the chains, including the one still attached to Ozrith, were reeled back into the portals that they had emerged from. For now, he would be out of their way, she could collect him later when she returned to Isra. Her cane continued to glow faintly as all seven portals vanished, leaving no trace of the chains that had been there a few moments earlier.
“Although the scorn and hatred you feel for your parents are far too deeply embedded in your mind at this point to mend, you really shouldn’t let such feelings poison your relationship with your sister.”
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Jul 7, 2018 18:32:11 GMT -8
As Grandma is speaking, it clicks. This is who Venus was talking about when she mentioned her big brother with the nefarious intentions. The resemblance is there, in the spikes. This is who’s interested in the Overworld for its relics; this is the one who would kill children. And he’s angry because Naoki fucked his sister.
Well. He’s probably angry just in general, but especially so about that, it seems.
Putting the flask away, The Empress reaches into the pouch on her hip. With some difficulty due to the gauntlet, she removes a green gemstone resembling a small egg and holds it in her fist.
“That’s a rather personal question,” she says. “And no business of yours.”
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Khorne
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 813,000
Physical Description: Massive with red skin, Khorne is a demonic minotaur like being, with massive bones splitting the skin of his back. Skulls drape across his armor and clothes
Clothes and Equipment: Khorne wields two axes with startling proficiency.
Registered: Jan 13, 2018 21:57:55 GMT -8
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Post by Khorne on Jul 8, 2018 10:17:02 GMT -8
Khorne let out a dark snarl. "My relationship with my sister is at fault from she herself! If that whore could keep her legs from spreading for any moving thing, perhaps she'd be a useful general. But no, she instead seduces my generals, straying them from the only noble path." He turns to Naoki, his nostrils widening as he inhales. It was faint before, but he can smell it now that he's smelling for it. She smells of Venus, in the same fashion as his disgraced generals. "I initially could only smell her from the crone, but you.. You reek of her. You let the tramp have her way." He says nastily, his face contorting in absolute anger.
The ongoing battle nearby fed him energy, not much, but it was refreshing. Almost akin to a glass of water for a dry mouth. Not something that would reinvigorate, but it soothed for a while. Or, in Khorne's case, stirred. "Have you no honor?" He asked tightly, containing his wrath from spilling over.
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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.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
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 Jul 9, 2018 19:26:25 GMT -8
Khorne’s angry reaction was predictable, and a bit disappointing. Grandma felt this conversation wasn’t going to be taking an interesting turn anytime soon and was likely to just be Khorne angrily muttering and snarling about various things the moment they popped into his head. Even more regrettably, the battle on the ground wasn’t quite as interesting as the old woman had initially hoped. In hindsight, they hadn’t really missed anything particularly amusing from the battle below due to Ozrith’s interruption. Glancing over at Naoki, one of Grandma’s rings glinted slightly as she confirmed they were both on the same page with the current situation.
“As much as I’m sure you’d love to tell me in detail whatever twisted set of beliefs you consider honor, I could also not put myself through another one of your nonsensical ravings.”
The air began to twist and bend around the old woman, her body becoming distorted, although the patronizing smile she wore was somehow still visible.
“Give my best wishes to your folks.”
A deafening ripping followed her final words as the old woman vanished, the distorted space snapping back to its natural state as she departed.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Jul 9, 2018 19:26:30 GMT -8
“Mmmhhh…” The Empress considers for a moment. She glances downward, where the battle is continuing to prove less than exciting.
“I don’t believe so,” she says. “I’ve no need of it. For what it’s worth, I quite enjoyed spending time with Venus; it was much more enjoyable than this conversation. So if you’ll excuse me—”
From the gem in her fist, there is a momentary flash of greenish light. Then The Empress, and Haru with her are gone. Teleported away to parts unknown.
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Khorne
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 813,000
Physical Description: Massive with red skin, Khorne is a demonic minotaur like being, with massive bones splitting the skin of his back. Skulls drape across his armor and clothes
Clothes and Equipment: Khorne wields two axes with startling proficiency.
Registered: Jan 13, 2018 21:57:55 GMT -8
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Post by Khorne on Jul 9, 2018 21:55:20 GMT -8
Khorne lets out yet another snarl, but this one of contempt and disgust. "If I see that wretched hag again, I'll split her skull open." He muttered darkly, turning towards the battle. Truthfully, he did not know why he continued to talk with the disgraceful empress and the old crone, but at least he now knew that Venus was operating, and none too subtly. Channeling his pent up frustration, he let his anger speed off his body, inciting hostility and even more aggression in the fighting factions. Lilith in particular seems notably receptive.
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TsaTsa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 176
Physical Description: TsaTsa is 7' 1", with extremely pale skin. Despite being a Dullahan, she keeps her head attached and attempts to blend in with humans.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears magical plate armor, colored black, which leaves her arms, thighs and head remain mostly unarmored. She carries a completely normal Fangtian Ji and can conjure and control several other magical weapons, notably a whip styled like a spine.
Player's online availability : Notify me and I'll be there
Registered: Jan 15, 2018 10:01:11 GMT -8
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Post by TsaTsa on Jul 10, 2018 14:25:01 GMT -8
Khorne lets out yet another snarl, but this one of contempt and disgust. "If I see that wretched hag again, I'll split her skull open." He muttered darkly, turning towards the battle. Truthfully, he did not know why he continued to talk with the disgraceful empress and the old crone, but at least he now knew that Venus was operating, and none too subtly. Channeling his pent up frustration, he let his anger speed off his body, inciting hostility and even more aggression in the fighting factions. Lilith in particular seems notably receptive. Tsatsa looked at the demon with a curious glance. It reeked of death and didn't seem to pleased with itself, and that unpleasantness seemed to be spreading. Considering that this was an otherworldly being, he probably shouldn't be affecting the mortal realm in such direct ways.
So Tsatsa decided to take action, raising her hand with the charged ring of magic around it. She focuses on strengthening the magic before casting an intangible barrier around the army, invisible and nearly unnoticeable, the only significant effect being the blocking of Khorne's influence.
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Khorne
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 813,000
Physical Description: Massive with red skin, Khorne is a demonic minotaur like being, with massive bones splitting the skin of his back. Skulls drape across his armor and clothes
Clothes and Equipment: Khorne wields two axes with startling proficiency.
Registered: Jan 13, 2018 21:57:55 GMT -8
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Post by Khorne on Jul 10, 2018 21:24:59 GMT -8
Khorne lets out yet another snarl, but this one of contempt and disgust. "If I see that wretched hag again, I'll split her skull open." He muttered darkly, turning towards the battle. Truthfully, he did not know why he continued to talk with the disgraceful empress and the old crone, but at least he now knew that Venus was operating, and none too subtly. Channeling his pent up frustration, he let his anger speed off his body, inciting hostility and even more aggression in the fighting factions. Lilith in particular seems notably receptive. Tsatsa looked at the demon with a curious glance. It reeked of death and didn't seem to pleased with itself, and that unpleasantness seemed to be spreading. Considering that this was an otherworldly being, he probably shouldn't be affecting the mortal realm in such direct ways.
So Tsatsa decided to take action, raising her hand with the charged ring of magic around it. She focuses on strengthening the magic before casting an intangible barrier around the army, invisible and nearly unnoticeable, the only significant effect being the blocking of Khorne's influence.
It seems to fail however in blocking out Khorne's influence. However, given he was not actively seeking to influence them, it did dampen his aura somewhat.
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TsaTsa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 176
Physical Description: TsaTsa is 7' 1", with extremely pale skin. Despite being a Dullahan, she keeps her head attached and attempts to blend in with humans.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears magical plate armor, colored black, which leaves her arms, thighs and head remain mostly unarmored. She carries a completely normal Fangtian Ji and can conjure and control several other magical weapons, notably a whip styled like a spine.
Player's online availability : Notify me and I'll be there
Registered: Jan 15, 2018 10:01:11 GMT -8
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Post by TsaTsa on Jul 11, 2018 19:58:24 GMT -8
Tsatsa looked at the demon with a curious glance. It reeked of death and didn't seem to pleased with itself, and that unpleasantness seemed to be spreading. Considering that this was an otherworldly being, he probably shouldn't be affecting the mortal realm in such direct ways.
So Tsatsa decided to take action, raising her hand with the charged ring of magic around it. She focuses on strengthening the magic before casting an intangible barrier around the army, invisible and nearly unnoticeable, the only significant effect being the blocking of Khorne's influence.
It seems to fail however in blocking out Khorne's influence. However, given he was not actively seeking to influence them, it did dampen his aura somewhat. Tsatsa continued to focus on the magical barrier, doing her best to continue to completely negate the aura.
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Thrand Rangvaldrson
Committed
King Chief of Ískaldur
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: Thrand stands around 6 foot and 2 inches tall with a burly build and a wild, fiery orange beard. He possesses several blue tattoos on his body, although they’re often covered with furs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Thrand's wardrobe is relatively simple, especially compared to what other monarchs and royalty may possess. A pair of sturdy boots, a warm pair of pants, a plain shirt and a fur cloak is all that’s necessary for Thrand. On the occasion that he is drug into an event that requires some formality, he has a more pristine set of clothes that he can don, embroidered with the seal of Ískaldur, and a mantle with ornate clasps from the forge of Eldavél. To top it off, a finely crafted and engraved scabbard for his sword.
Beyond his clothing, Thrand possesses a rather ordinary shield and a magic sword with a shard from the Heart of Odin embedded within the hilt. The sword is both a national treausre and a symbol of his status as the King Chief of Ískaldur, and thus Thrand keeps it by his side constantly. However if he were to ever find himself in a situation where he would have to engage in combat, he’d much prefer to go with a mace before the sword.
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Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Apr 16, 2018 18:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Thrand Rangvaldrson on Jul 11, 2018 21:17:53 GMT -8
Thrand continued to beat down upon the Sheikh for a short while before throwing the undoubtedly bruised and bloodied Sheikh away and onto the ground. Although he needed to win this to bring a quick end to the war, the way he was doing so brought him no enjoyment. It was obvious to all at this point that the Sheikh stood little to no chance against the bulk of Thrand as things stood, so allowing his opponent the chance to recover and fight back would hardly be an issue.
Thrand then grabbed his sword he had earlier stuck into the ground and brought it up and around, pointing at the Sheikh and bringing up clumps of sand that were soon blown away by the wind. “Stand and fight, Leader of these desert people.“ Thrand bellowed, waiting for the Sheikh to stand Should the Sheikh take a moment too long standing up or even worse, hesitate, Thrand would give the Sheikh a choice: “If you feel it best you may surrender at any time and end this war.”
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Khorne
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 813,000
Physical Description: Massive with red skin, Khorne is a demonic minotaur like being, with massive bones splitting the skin of his back. Skulls drape across his armor and clothes
Clothes and Equipment: Khorne wields two axes with startling proficiency.
Registered: Jan 13, 2018 21:57:55 GMT -8
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Post by Khorne on Jul 11, 2018 22:03:57 GMT -8
It seems to fail however in blocking out Khorne's influence. However, given he was not actively seeking to influence them, it did dampen his aura somewhat. Tsatsa continued to focus on the magical barrier, doing her best to continue to completely negate the aura. Khorne still seeps somewhat in, but he is already leaving through the abyss of sand he came from.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 7, 2024 12:27:07 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2018 11:30:24 GMT -8
The Sheikh knew, that there was no way to beat such a being, so he went with his last resort...magic. As the Sheikh lay on the ground, his eyes briefly flash gold, then finally become gold on gold(Charging (1)...). The sand and rocks around him begin to swirl around him. He looks up at Thrand and says slowly; "The leader, is not always the strongest, may I remind you."
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Thrand Rangvaldrson
Committed
King Chief of Ískaldur
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: Thrand stands around 6 foot and 2 inches tall with a burly build and a wild, fiery orange beard. He possesses several blue tattoos on his body, although they’re often covered with furs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Thrand's wardrobe is relatively simple, especially compared to what other monarchs and royalty may possess. A pair of sturdy boots, a warm pair of pants, a plain shirt and a fur cloak is all that’s necessary for Thrand. On the occasion that he is drug into an event that requires some formality, he has a more pristine set of clothes that he can don, embroidered with the seal of Ískaldur, and a mantle with ornate clasps from the forge of Eldavél. To top it off, a finely crafted and engraved scabbard for his sword.
Beyond his clothing, Thrand possesses a rather ordinary shield and a magic sword with a shard from the Heart of Odin embedded within the hilt. The sword is both a national treausre and a symbol of his status as the King Chief of Ískaldur, and thus Thrand keeps it by his side constantly. However if he were to ever find himself in a situation where he would have to engage in combat, he’d much prefer to go with a mace before the sword.
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Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Apr 16, 2018 18:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Thrand Rangvaldrson on Jul 16, 2018 20:24:38 GMT -8
Thrand's eyes widened in surprise as he saw the particles begin to swirl in a vortex. He hadn't expected his opponent to be adept in the art of magic and it caused a handful of issues. He could easily win a duel of physical strength, but he held doubts about his ability to win against magic. It was an unknown factor that could quickly change the tide of battle, which would be unacceptable.
Thrand began to run towards the chief, kicking up sand and dirt as he made to close the distance between the two. Disrupting the spell was Thrand's only focus, the outrageous remark slipping right by him.
If he managed to get close enough before the magic took effect, Thrand would thrust his sword towards the Seikh's gut in an attempt to quickly end the fight.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 7, 2024 12:27:07 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2018 20:31:43 GMT -8
The Sheikh smiled, and watched Thrand run at a him. A first it seemed like sand was being blown of the Sheikhs body, but soon one could see that he was actively disintegrating into sand (1 Charge Used...), one grain at a time. "A leader, does not have to be the strongest being in the nation, for Aridia this is true." The Sheikh shouts before his entire body disintegrates into nothing. The same thing could be seen happening to Amaya across the sand. Soon, only a pile of sand, and the memories of his words were the evidence that he had been there.
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TsaTsa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 176
Physical Description: TsaTsa is 7' 1", with extremely pale skin. Despite being a Dullahan, she keeps her head attached and attempts to blend in with humans.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears magical plate armor, colored black, which leaves her arms, thighs and head remain mostly unarmored. She carries a completely normal Fangtian Ji and can conjure and control several other magical weapons, notably a whip styled like a spine.
Player's online availability : Notify me and I'll be there
Registered: Jan 15, 2018 10:01:11 GMT -8
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Post by TsaTsa on Jul 18, 2018 13:45:22 GMT -8
Tsatsa continued to focus on the magical barrier, doing her best to continue to completely negate the aura. Khorne still seeps somewhat in, but he is already leaving through the abyss of sand he came from. Tsatsa continues to maintain the barrier, up until the demon has left entirely. She probably should go do something about him eventually.
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Thrand Rangvaldrson
Committed
King Chief of Ískaldur
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: Thrand stands around 6 foot and 2 inches tall with a burly build and a wild, fiery orange beard. He possesses several blue tattoos on his body, although they’re often covered with furs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Thrand's wardrobe is relatively simple, especially compared to what other monarchs and royalty may possess. A pair of sturdy boots, a warm pair of pants, a plain shirt and a fur cloak is all that’s necessary for Thrand. On the occasion that he is drug into an event that requires some formality, he has a more pristine set of clothes that he can don, embroidered with the seal of Ískaldur, and a mantle with ornate clasps from the forge of Eldavél. To top it off, a finely crafted and engraved scabbard for his sword.
Beyond his clothing, Thrand possesses a rather ordinary shield and a magic sword with a shard from the Heart of Odin embedded within the hilt. The sword is both a national treausre and a symbol of his status as the King Chief of Ískaldur, and thus Thrand keeps it by his side constantly. However if he were to ever find himself in a situation where he would have to engage in combat, he’d much prefer to go with a mace before the sword.
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Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Apr 16, 2018 18:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Thrand Rangvaldrson on Jul 18, 2018 21:13:37 GMT -8
Thrand slowed to a stop as the Sheikh disappeared, a dark look covering his face. He had underestimated his opponent and had given him a chance to escape, and in doing so had let certain victory slip from his grasp. He continued to mull over his own foolishness as he collected and sheathed his weapons. The army would set up a temporary camp at the bottom of the cliff and prepare for the upcoming battle. Mineraali would uncover those they could from underneath the fallen rocks and Healers would revive all the fallen. Everyone would rest and check their equipment, and the valkyries would be sent out to scout out the enemy’s defense. Einhver Annar would travel back home to the City of Eldavél, as that needed her more than the war did.
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Cul Ésa
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Physical Description: As the Leader of the Vikings, Cul Esa is fierce and intimidating. He is tall and broad-shouldered, with blood red hair that is untamed. His body is painted in tattoos, which enhance his body.
Clothes and Equipment: His legendary, ensorcelled blade, Daybreaker, can be either a sword or a warhammer depending on his needs. Often he'll use it in conjunction with a shield of some sort. His tattoos help focus his power.
Registered: Jun 2, 2018 18:17:37 GMT -8
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Post by Cul Ésa on Jul 18, 2018 22:14:48 GMT -8
Cul Esa, followed by Lilith, approach Thrand. "What should we do now?" Cul Esa asked angrily. He was furious at his own naive belief the war would be concluded with one battle. "Plans must be made."
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Thrand Rangvaldrson
Committed
King Chief of Ískaldur
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: Thrand stands around 6 foot and 2 inches tall with a burly build and a wild, fiery orange beard. He possesses several blue tattoos on his body, although they’re often covered with furs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Thrand's wardrobe is relatively simple, especially compared to what other monarchs and royalty may possess. A pair of sturdy boots, a warm pair of pants, a plain shirt and a fur cloak is all that’s necessary for Thrand. On the occasion that he is drug into an event that requires some formality, he has a more pristine set of clothes that he can don, embroidered with the seal of Ískaldur, and a mantle with ornate clasps from the forge of Eldavél. To top it off, a finely crafted and engraved scabbard for his sword.
Beyond his clothing, Thrand possesses a rather ordinary shield and a magic sword with a shard from the Heart of Odin embedded within the hilt. The sword is both a national treausre and a symbol of his status as the King Chief of Ískaldur, and thus Thrand keeps it by his side constantly. However if he were to ever find himself in a situation where he would have to engage in combat, he’d much prefer to go with a mace before the sword.
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Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Apr 16, 2018 18:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Thrand Rangvaldrson on Jul 20, 2018 15:40:18 GMT -8
Thrand slowly nodded in response to Cul Esa, a look of cold frustration apparent on his face. "I have sent the valkyries ahead to look upon our foes. We'll move out as soon as they return." And lo and behold, as Thrand spoke the Valkyires appeared from over the high cliff walls, armor gleaming in the desert sun. They landed a distance away, wings elegantly folding behind them as they approached and reported what they saw. It would seem that the enemy could not even muster an army of their own to fight for them, and instead had to cower behind the strength of others. However these others were quite formidable, clad in shining armor and mounted upon obviously well trained horses. The following battle would be fierce, no doubt about it. An order was given, an activity spread through the makeshift camp like a ripple. Shined armor was donned and sharpened weapons sheathed. The Iskaldurian force stirred awake like some large beast of legends and marched its way towards the Aridian Desert Town, ready to crush their foes once and for all.
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Lady Cassandra Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
Registered: Jun 30, 2016 10:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on May 7, 2019 15:16:27 GMT -8
Cassandra was massively out of her element. The sun beat down on her and her weary horse as they trudged across the faint path in the desert. Her "guide" had attempted to rob her not two days earlier, and while his remains were now ashes in the wind, she was fairly lost in this unfamiliar territory.
Her usually immaculate appearance was dust and soot stained, her hair matted and knotted and her face thoroughly unhappy at all times. She had maybe a couple days of supplies left, and she desperately hoped that she would find anyone along the path she now followed.
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Audric VIII
Established
Hurrah!
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 24
Physical Description: Of somewhat above average build and height, Audric doesn't have particularly memorable traits. He in general is described as cavalier in appearance, with light eyes and particularly dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Audric carries upon him a full set of sanctified plate and chainmail along with a helmet as protection, though he doesn't wear leather underneath with just wrapping instead. He is armed with a bland looking and somewhat short longsword bearing only the mark of his family and of it's blessing along with a knuckled dagger of the same make. His shield is something between a hearer and kite shield, and while carrying the Order's black cross one can see it is painted over the shape of Audric's family crest, an armoured Knight on a pegasus. He has hidden about his person a hand-crossbow that takes massive strength to wind up, allowing it to pack the punch of a big crossbow in a little frame. From it, he shoots an array of either stakes, silver bolts, or simple sanctified ones, potentially poisoned. Finally, arguably his greatest armament is a book of prayers, in which he has hidden coin and... utilities. Other than that he carries little on his travels about his person, preferring to live off the land or bring things on his horse, a quite massive black charger that tows carts alone.
Registered: Sept 12, 2017 15:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Audric VIII on May 7, 2019 16:47:57 GMT -8
Up and down the dunes the Knight rode, the desert shine gleaming off of his heavy plate armour and his horse's barding. He had no idea where the hell he was going, one adventure after the other after fleeing the conflict in his home had lead him to the desert running from... oh yes, bandits that one witch had possessed to keep at him even after he paid off their leader. Nasty business that, Audric felt he was quite the fighter but even he would be careful about taking a couple dozen buggers all at the same time.
Still, the sun was shining bright and he was alive with much life to spare and means to keep it going. Besides, with his luck it was no doubt that fate would soon provide him with new things to do, new sights to see and new people to kick the arses of or have his arse kicked by. A cheery tune was whistled on his lips now, hands on the reins of his horse as eyes crossed the horizon to gaze upon the beautiful sun. He spotted in contrast with the sun another figure riding and sped up to catch up to them. Getting a better view as he at once gave a salute and blocked the sun from his eyes with one hand, he greeted Cassandra. "Hail fair Lady, you wouldn't happen to be a witch, would you?" Audric shouted, the high Knightly voice given a metallic quality as it first echoed within his helmet and then across the land.
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