The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Sept 24, 2017 9:22:34 GMT -8
A nondescript messenger arrives at The Tower, bearing a letter. He delivers it to the appropriate parties and politely takes his leave. The letter reads as follows.
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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 Apr 3, 2018 12:32:26 GMT -8
A short time later… Lady Naoki arrives at the room designated for the meeting. It’s a squarish room, featuring a large, circular table, but no chairs. On the table is a map, of the high-end, magical variety, which depicts the entire Empire and some of the surrounding land. On the map, Isra’s armed forces are shown by symbols of various shapes and colors. And, though they do not move quickly, the map changes to reflect positions as they move. In the city, symbols depicting The Legions slowly grow in size, as the troops rally. Off in The Expanse, The Varan Encampment is visible, as the only symbol in the Southern Expanse. The Empress makes her way around to the far side of the table and stands to face the door.
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Aia Heijra
Dedicated
Valkyrie of Isra
Roleplay posts: 109
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and athletically built woman, although she appears quite slim. She has long, curly white hair, bright blue eyes, pretty face, and clear complexion.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aia's Ki'gar hangs around her neck like a cape, though only reaches down to her mid-back. It is a darker shade of orange, with black trimming, a black boar's head, and the name 'Heijra' underneath. The Heijra clan is known as the Black Boar clan.
Aia likes to wear fur around her shoulders, which is customary in her homeland. When in battle she prefers to wear little to no armor, and when does it is generally light.
Aia wields an ancestral blade from Asgeir, passed down in the Heijra Clan for many generations. The runic inscriptions allow her to create, control, and use fire magic, drawing upon a source the Varan call "the power of the Old Gods".
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Registered: Aug 15, 2015 5:18:42 GMT -8
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Post by Aia Heijra on Apr 3, 2018 12:45:29 GMT -8
Aia had followed her Empress to the Tower. Embra, her winged mare, had taken to the skies and circled the walls of the city, like a sentry on watch. Once inside the room, Aia would approach the map and look upon it with wonder.
She observed her Varan Encampment in the Land Tiller’s Expanse. They were busy preparing defenses and abiding by the strategy she had set down for them. Her Valkyries had warned the surrounding villages of the impending danger, and may have already returned to their allies. The Varan Cohorts were small, but all Varan relied on personal valour and skill in battle as opposed to numerical superiority. Coupled with their natural-born warrior traits was Isran-issued equipment, which proved to be far superior to their native weapons and armor. They could hopefully hold their own against Andraste and her minions, or at least delay her advance. Reinforcements would certainly be needed, but Aia was confident the Cohorts could buy Naoki enough time to plan a proper counterattack.
She waited patiently for others to arrive, but for the most part merely observed the map - like a child anxious to play with a new toy.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Apr 3, 2018 16:17:00 GMT -8
There is a slight shifting in one corner of the room and Alden stands next to the table. When exactly he entered was hard to tell, he certainly couldn't have been in the room before the two women came. After all, Naoki had only called the meeting recently. But he was the High Marshal for a reason, that reason was nepotism. But that didn't mean he wasn't good at his job and entering a room unobserved while perhaps a bit dramatic, was something within his skill level. Then again, he appeared to be dramatic. He'd entered the room silently so he could search it while unobserved to ensure that it was clear. Safety first.
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Daedalus
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Unknown - Appears to be in his 20's
Physical Description: The golden haired man is tall, standing at about 6 feet 2 inches. He appears to be built quite normally for a healthy and active adult human male. The only thing off about the man is his eyes, which are golden in color and glow faintly.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears clothes, usually. He doesn't really carry anything interesting with him, though.
Player's online availability : Fairly often
Registered: Oct 25, 2016 16:35:39 GMT -8
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Post by Daedalus on Apr 3, 2018 18:41:50 GMT -8
Daedalus, the minister of magic would be the next to arrive. He would enter through the doors in a relatively non-dramatic fashion, though the speed at which he arrived alluded to possible teleportation having taken place at some point. He walked into the room with a confident stride, taking his place at the table quietly for now as he observed the map.
He seemed to be deep in thought as he stared idly at the map, as he often was nowadays. The more and more he researched while squirreled away in The Enclave, the more seemingly reclusive he became. He ran most of the operations related to his post from within The Enclave itself in the citadel, seemingly never leaving his office. He had a rather nice home connected to his office tucked away in a pocket world he had created though, so it was not like he was lacking in comfort while there.
He had some information given to him before he arrived. Apparently, there was something urgent occurring in the Land Tiller's State. The army was raised and everything, so Daedalus knew it must be a substantial threat.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Apr 3, 2018 19:04:34 GMT -8
Just outside the door was a flash of light.
Jun trotted into the room. Barely acknowledging any of the other guests, her eyes went straight for the virtual map. She bent down and inspected it, as if any errant spec of dust on it was unacceptable. What she really wanted to do of course was make sure that her homeland was still intact and that reinforcements were on the way.
When she was satisfied, only then did she stand upright again and glance at Daedalus and Alden. "Hi." She said. But her expression hadn't changed from when she was dissecting the map, regardless of the friendly faces.
Ugh... not again. She thought.
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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 Apr 3, 2018 22:14:41 GMT -8
Grandma’s cane clicked on the tiled floor as the elderly figure entered the room at a rather leisurely stroll. It seemed there was a problem of some kind, large enough that Naoki had called a number of the more notable members of the Isran hierarchy together on such short notice. Offering Naoki a smile despite the likely less than pleasant circumstances of this meeting, Grandma also offered several waves to the others who were already present.
“I take it we won’t have time for any tea…”
She halted in front of the magic map, squinting slightly as she studied it. It was quite a useful tool, but she needed an explanation of the situation before she could fully make use of it.
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Knight-Captain Calgary
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 138
Age: 24
Physical Description: A fitting description is tall, dark, and handsome. He is tall, coming in at about 6'4" and weighing 225lbs, he is one if the largest Dawn Riders. He has brown eyes, and keeps his black hair close to his scalp.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a full set of heavy plate armor, as does his Griffin. He wields a large shield and a larger maul. No ranged weapons of any sort, though he does have an Isran banner flying off the back of his Griffin
Registered: May 12, 2016 9:42:25 GMT -8
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The Tower
Apr 4, 2018 6:12:56 GMT -8
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Post by Knight-Captain Calgary on Apr 4, 2018 6:12:56 GMT -8
High Commodore Calgary arrived after Grandma, the rather urgent nature of the summons dictating a necessary break in the typical uniform regulations. His uniform was dirty, and he reeked of Griffin and sweat, warhammer still on his hip and shield slung across his back.
"Apologies for my delay and appearance. We were conducting drills when the summons arrived." He said, offering a salute to those few in the room who outranked him.
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Freyja, Lady of the Moon
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 1839
Physical Description: When she's in her true form, Freyja is a huge white dragon, her scales shimmering in the moonlight. Her body is sleek and powerful, and some of her scales literally glow with a silvery blue light when exposed to moonlight, particularly a set of crescent-shaped markings under her eyes and along her underbelly. All in all, she's a beautiful dragoness. Her voice is light and ethereal, almost seeming to echo within one's mind.
Her human form is tall and elegant, with long, white, almost glowing hair and alabaster skin, as well as deep silver eyes with slit pupils that examine the world with an aura of calm and elegance. However, much of the time outside her dragon form, she's clad in a suit of draconic armour, four horns pointing up from a steel great helm to complete the effect. The armour is rather androgynous, so many think she is a male until she speaks.
Armour:
https://40.media.tumblr.com/651d23fa0877fe8efdcee993d54ceb13/tumblr_n0vgc6dUer1rdy3s5o1_500.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: ============
She possesses no equipment in her draconic state, but in human form she usually wears a suit of thick, yet impossibly light horned plate armour and wields a long, two-handed blade that glows as if forged from pure moonlight.
Registered: Feb 29, 2016 21:32:07 GMT -8
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Post by Freyja, Lady of the Moon on Apr 4, 2018 18:54:14 GMT -8
On this day there is a stranger present at the meeting. Entering with nary a sound, a woman clad in a shimmering midnight blue gown appears before those present, her silvery white hair in constant motion, as if there were an ever-present breeze. Her wise silver eyes flick over each of the gathered men and women and she greets each in turn with a shallow bow. Then, her gaze settles upon the map, and she cocks her head ever so slightly, studying the odd contraption. In the time she has slumbered much has changed, it seems. She decides then to get caught up on every minute detail of the progression of society and technology...once, of course, everything has settled down. If it settles down.
That thought puts a rather grim expression on her otherwise soft and comely features. It's very possible her awakening -- and that of her ancient foe -- spells the beginning of a second Cataclysm. She remains silent for now, however, allowing Naoki to open the meeting rather than attempting to take the reins herself. The last thing she or anyone else needs is a pointless power squabble among potential leaders and allies.
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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 Apr 4, 2018 20:18:30 GMT -8
“Thank you all for coming,” Lady Naoki begins, looking around the table. “Truly, I am fortunate to have such good allies.”
After that brief touching moment, she continues, tone all-business. “A short while ago, I was approached with grave news.”
“General Heijra told me of an attack on the Southern Expanse, wherein her force was attacked by an unknown entity of considerable power. Ms. Freyja spoke of ‘The Wyld,” and claims it to be an imminent threat to The Empire.”
The Empress doesn’t elaborate beyond that, as she isn’t the one with the information.
“Aia. Some twenty days ago, you and your men were dispatched to the Southern Expanse to evaluate its defensibility and how we might best go about fortifying the area, as part of the larger project to secure The Empire’s borders. Tell us what you saw and omit nothing.”
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Aia Heijra
Dedicated
Valkyrie of Isra
Roleplay posts: 109
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and athletically built woman, although she appears quite slim. She has long, curly white hair, bright blue eyes, pretty face, and clear complexion.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aia's Ki'gar hangs around her neck like a cape, though only reaches down to her mid-back. It is a darker shade of orange, with black trimming, a black boar's head, and the name 'Heijra' underneath. The Heijra clan is known as the Black Boar clan.
Aia likes to wear fur around her shoulders, which is customary in her homeland. When in battle she prefers to wear little to no armor, and when does it is generally light.
Aia wields an ancestral blade from Asgeir, passed down in the Heijra Clan for many generations. The runic inscriptions allow her to create, control, and use fire magic, drawing upon a source the Varan call "the power of the Old Gods".
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Registered: Aug 15, 2015 5:18:42 GMT -8
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Post by Aia Heijra on Apr 7, 2018 4:04:08 GMT -8
Aia nodded at her Empress, then stepped forward so as to present herself to the congregation. Her rugged, silvery-blonde hair was pulled back behind her head, having survived a hasty ride through the Isran skies. She was still equipped with her armor, which combined elements of Isran and Varan influence; her ancestral sword hung on her back and hummed with power.
Pointing to the Varan Encampment, Aia began to explain the situation. “My forces were moving in an eastern-southeastern direction, surveying the Southern Plains. I ordered my Varan Cohorts to set up camp while I personally scouted ahead. It was then that I encountered a strange threat.
“It was crimson-robbed figure, bearing wings of darkness and exhibiting impressive power. Flanking this being were two crow-like entities, bearing a similar power. The individual’s power manifested itself in a sort of thick, vine-like theme - which” Aia looked over at Freyja, “I believe was the Wyld.
“I quickly ordered ordered my Varan Cohorts to retreat and position themselves in a more defensible positions. My Valkyries spread across the Land Tiller’s Expanse and warned the surrounding settlements. I made my way here to warn Naoki, in the hopes that we may formulate a defense and ensure the safety of our allies.”
When Aia was finished speaking she looked back to Freyja, expecting the woman to talk and explain the nature of the Wyld.
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Freyja, Lady of the Moon
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 1839
Physical Description: When she's in her true form, Freyja is a huge white dragon, her scales shimmering in the moonlight. Her body is sleek and powerful, and some of her scales literally glow with a silvery blue light when exposed to moonlight, particularly a set of crescent-shaped markings under her eyes and along her underbelly. All in all, she's a beautiful dragoness. Her voice is light and ethereal, almost seeming to echo within one's mind.
Her human form is tall and elegant, with long, white, almost glowing hair and alabaster skin, as well as deep silver eyes with slit pupils that examine the world with an aura of calm and elegance. However, much of the time outside her dragon form, she's clad in a suit of draconic armour, four horns pointing up from a steel great helm to complete the effect. The armour is rather androgynous, so many think she is a male until she speaks.
Armour:
https://40.media.tumblr.com/651d23fa0877fe8efdcee993d54ceb13/tumblr_n0vgc6dUer1rdy3s5o1_500.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: ============
She possesses no equipment in her draconic state, but in human form she usually wears a suit of thick, yet impossibly light horned plate armour and wields a long, two-handed blade that glows as if forged from pure moonlight.
Registered: Feb 29, 2016 21:32:07 GMT -8
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Post by Freyja, Lady of the Moon on Apr 8, 2018 11:17:01 GMT -8
Freyja nods respectfully to Aia as she finishes and steps up to the map, looking down upon it and studying the positioned troops for several moments before she begins speaking, her alabaster hands resting upon the edge of the table as she leans over it. Finally, her silver eyes dart back up and she looks at each of the gathered folk in turn. "First, I feel I must introduce myself, as I know none of those present today. I am Freyja, Lady of the Moon, avatar to The Mother, and I am here to assist in any way I can. This force, this blight that we are dealing with today is called The Wyld. It is a consciousness of its own, locked away centuries ago by a coalition of brave souls which included myself and many of the mortals and immortals that walked the land during that time. Even now little is known of its origins, but The Mother has sent me visions from which I have gleaned some information."
"The Wyld does not wish for power, or domination. Rather, it sees sapient races as a disease to be wiped from the world without discrimination. It seeks to destroy organised society, plunge the world into a chaotic age of darkness wherein the only order is the natural order -- that is, predators feed on prey, the strong survive and the weak are weeded out without mercy. So, as you can imagine, there is no reasoning with this consciousness. I have been slumbering beneath the earth for a long time, so I am not privy to the advances that have been made since the cataclysm, but as far as I know, there is no way to destroy the Wyld through conventional combat. Nature magics simply bolster its strength. Fire can be used to beat it back temporarily but it will always overtake the flames eventually. Light magics hurt the Wyld as well, but even our most powerful magi could not destroy it in this way. The first time, by the time we were granted a way to defeat The Wyld, it was too late. The Cataclysm was already in motion, and the Wyld had done its part in causing that. But this time, we have caught it early. There is a way to win..." Freyja pauses, as if for dramatic effect, although in truth she's looking over the conference to make certain everyone listens.
"The Mother, in those trying times, gathered Her strength and granted us a boon from the heavens. It is called the Stone of Sealing. It functions by tearing the veil that separates the material plane and what we called then the celestial plane, banishing its focused target to a place where it cannot escape...or so I had thought. I am uncertain how The Wyld breached the veil, but this is the only way of which I know to defeat this foe. It was stored away deep within the Moonlight Caverns eons ago, but its location is lost even to me. If we create a team of elite men and women to delve into those caverns, however, we may stand a chance at finding it. They will need to be powerful combatants; the Moonlight Caverns are filled with dangers large and small, visible and ethereal, even things not of this realm. The Mother considers it Her domain, but that will grant us little protection. The Mother sleeps; I have not heard Her voice in eons, and even since my awakening She has been silent. We will need to do this without Her intervention, this time. Can I count on this council's support?" she asks, standing back to her full height as she finishes, her wise silver eyes sweeping once more over the council members, imploring their acquiescence.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Apr 9, 2018 15:40:31 GMT -8
Alden watches impassively as more figures file in. He knew all of them, while he wasn't a spymaster the reports that crossed his desk made him akin to one. Coupled with a good memory he knew most of the important faces in Isra even if he hadn't formally met most of them. Jun was the exception and he offers his friend a slight grin and a nod of the head in greeting. The events of their last adventure were made fresh on seeing her though so he doesn't have the same enthusiasm he might have otherwise had.
Sitting in silence he listens first to Aia's report, then to Freyja's explanation. The silver-haired woman was certainly going out of her way to make their situation sound dire. The High Marshal cared little for dramatics or exaggeration. Not that he didn't think this Wyld wasn't a serious threat but he was fairly certain it wasn't a world-ending one, or even empire ending, without this sealing stone despite what Freyja was implying. There was nothing in all of creation that couldn't be killed, all you really needed to do was figure out how.
"So, we get this sealing stone use it on the wyld and if the name is anything to go by it seals it away. But The Wyld already escaped this prison once. It may seal away the entity for another few hundred years or The Wyld simply escapes again using whatever unknown means it used last time. This sounds like cutting off the growth without excising the entire tumor." Alden's voice isn't confrontational, only thoughtful. To him it seemed that Freyja's solution was a mere stop-gap measure that in a best-case scenario might make The Wyld someone elses problem a few hundred years from now. Worst case the stone wouldn't even work, it would just mean a group of people risked life and limb for nothing more than the exercise of it.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
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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 Apr 9, 2018 16:43:10 GMT -8
While the others speak, The Empress listens quietly and stares at the map. The map, she thinks, is reasonably useful as a strategy tool, but it’s even better as something to stare at while one is thinking.
After Alden speaks, Naoki nods agreement. He’s right, but they don’t have the luxury of choosing their options, and they both know that.
“Alden, get the stone,” The Empress says, and nothing further. She trusts that Alden will act with his usual efficacy to assemble a team, cooperate with Freyja, and achieve the objective in whatever manner he judges to be optimal, utilizing any and all resources he sees fit. No one is more capable, and by delegating the matter to him, she can focus on the immediate threat.
“We must defend The Empire until we have the means to rid ourselves of The Wyld.”
“Daedalus,” she begins, “Assemble your magi and go to The Tillers’ aid. Your objectives are to mitigate casualties, stop The Wyld’s advance, and study The Wyld, in that order.”
He is a caster of incredible talent, and The Empress thinks the most effective use of his time would be in defending and developing countermagics to The Wyld. No matter what powers The Wyld may bring to bear, Daedalus will make an excellent addition to the defense.
“Jun, you’re the only one here with a choice, and I leave it to you.”
As Naoki sees it, Jun is equally well-qualified to either join Alden in search of The Stone, or defend The Expanse, but she can’t be in two places at once. Naoki isn’t going to ask her to abandon her homeland to risk her life in some cave, but she also isn’t going to send her to fight a losing battle when she could be helping Alden.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Apr 9, 2018 18:24:19 GMT -8
Jun stares at the figures on the map, half listening to Freyja's explanation of what the Wyld actually was, along with Alden's reply, and half visualizing what horrors her friends and family might be enduring at the hands of a cruel demigod. Her hands fiddled with her robe and her temples beaded with sweat as she over-empathized with the little magical figures maneuvering on the table.
When Naoki and Alden finished, she pulled out of her trance. "Then in 200 years we'll just have to be stronger than ever. I'm sick of demigods thinking they have the right to alter the destinies of mortals."
She swiveled to Daedalus. "I'm coming with you. I have friends and family on the battle field. Besides, Alden can handle it. And the more lives we can save the more people we'll have to celebrate when we beat this thing."
She smirked. She was trying to cheer herself up more than anyone.
"But wait a second." She turned to Freyja. " Why would this entity choose the Expanse? My people have struggled to live harmoniously with nature longer than anyone. There is a ton of life energy there. Even the old Earthwarden gave it her blessing. Doesn't that count for anything? Are we a disease too?"
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Aia Heijra
Dedicated
Valkyrie of Isra
Roleplay posts: 109
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and athletically built woman, although she appears quite slim. She has long, curly white hair, bright blue eyes, pretty face, and clear complexion.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aia's Ki'gar hangs around her neck like a cape, though only reaches down to her mid-back. It is a darker shade of orange, with black trimming, a black boar's head, and the name 'Heijra' underneath. The Heijra clan is known as the Black Boar clan.
Aia likes to wear fur around her shoulders, which is customary in her homeland. When in battle she prefers to wear little to no armor, and when does it is generally light.
Aia wields an ancestral blade from Asgeir, passed down in the Heijra Clan for many generations. The runic inscriptions allow her to create, control, and use fire magic, drawing upon a source the Varan call "the power of the Old Gods".
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Registered: Aug 15, 2015 5:18:42 GMT -8
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Post by Aia Heijra on Apr 10, 2018 13:21:50 GMT -8
Aia nods at the thoughtful statements put forth by Alden; he is an intelligent man, and a powerful one at that - and served Naoki in important matters time and time again. It is no wonder she holds him in such high regard. She takes special notice of the man, sparking a newfound respect for him. “May the Gods bless you, Alden of Clan Marshal.”
“If I may,” Aia speaks up again. “Freyja says the Wyld cannot be defeated by conventional means. But we can at least delay the spread of its corruption, and curb the growth of its power. We must do all we can to protect our allies in the Expanse, so conventional interference is a necessity, whether it is the key to overcoming this enemy or not.”
Aia observes the map again and begins to formulate methods to slow the Wyld’s growth. She is glad that Jun decides to go with Daedalus, because she needs both of them.
“Empress, I would like to volunteer for the defense of the Expanse. I will cooperate with Daedalus and Jun so that our combined forces can fight this threat together - as one.”
Aia points at the map, to the forest where she encountered Andraste. “This is not a common foe. There are no supply lines to cut, no psychological effects to impair the enemy, and no home base to threaten. But let us look at what we do have.”
Aia pointed to her Varan Cohort encampment. “Our armies will attempt to stem the advance of the Wyld’s combatants - and I would like to request additional reinforcements. Meanwhile, Daedalus and Jun should oversee the containment of the Wyld itself. We know its weaknesses: fire and light. Our magi should burn away the growth of the corruption and keep the Wyld contained in that forest. ‘Besiege it with magic’, in other words; avoid combat at all costs, and simply keep it where we want it.”
Aia looks to Naoki as if to receive approval for her plan.
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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 Apr 10, 2018 15:37:15 GMT -8
Grandma listened to the proceedings in silence, her eyes darting to and from each of the people present, gauging their responses to the information that had just been revealed. The tone in which Freyja described the wild certainly contained an underlying panic to it, which considering her claims on its capabilities, was a justified reaction. Alden voiced several of Grandma’s own thoughts on what Freyja had said, no need for her to repeat those questions. The fact this entity had broken free from its prison once before made Grandma’s faith in this solution rather tenuous at best, but it was also true they didn’t have much time to experiment with alternatives.
Of course, then Naoki began getting the Isran gears greased and turning. Watching her do this always brought Grandma a bit of satisfaction, she was just so well suited to this role. Even after seeing it happen time and time again, it still brought a smile to the old woman's face. With Jun announcing she would be joining Daedalus on the Expanse, her home, well that should certainly extend the time Alden and whatever team he assembled had to locate the Sealing Stone. Grandma had plenty of faith in both of the mages being able to stall the Wyld despite the stylistic differences in their magic.
Leaning forward on her cane in the direction of Freyja, Grandma addressed a question towards their newfound ally.
“Do you have any specifics you can tell us about how you used the Stone of Sealing the last time you sealed away the Wyld? Unless I’m underestimating the power of this Sealing Stone, I assume simply using it on an advancing edge of the wild wouldn’t be enough to put an end to it. Does it possess a central focus point that can be targeted?”
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Freyja, Lady of the Moon
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 1839
Physical Description: When she's in her true form, Freyja is a huge white dragon, her scales shimmering in the moonlight. Her body is sleek and powerful, and some of her scales literally glow with a silvery blue light when exposed to moonlight, particularly a set of crescent-shaped markings under her eyes and along her underbelly. All in all, she's a beautiful dragoness. Her voice is light and ethereal, almost seeming to echo within one's mind.
Her human form is tall and elegant, with long, white, almost glowing hair and alabaster skin, as well as deep silver eyes with slit pupils that examine the world with an aura of calm and elegance. However, much of the time outside her dragon form, she's clad in a suit of draconic armour, four horns pointing up from a steel great helm to complete the effect. The armour is rather androgynous, so many think she is a male until she speaks.
Armour:
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She possesses no equipment in her draconic state, but in human form she usually wears a suit of thick, yet impossibly light horned plate armour and wields a long, two-handed blade that glows as if forged from pure moonlight.
Registered: Feb 29, 2016 21:32:07 GMT -8
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Post by Freyja, Lady of the Moon on Apr 10, 2018 16:59:11 GMT -8
Freyja nods to each of the speakers in turn, and turns to Alden first to retort. "Whether the seal will break again is a moot point, as more people die with every wasted second. I can already feel the Wyld spreading further and further over the lands. Sealing the Wyld again will give us precious time to figure out how it broke free from the Celestial Plane and prevent that from happening again. Further, it will give the mortal realms time to develop a more permanent countermeasure in the event of another outbreak," she replies. Then, she turns to Jun, smiling faintly.
"I appreciate your enthusiasm, and I thank you for your support in this matter. As for the reason the Wyld targets your people as well: the Wyld does not desire harmony with the land. I cannot read its thoughts, but if I were to guess, it believes that farming is twisting the land to the purpose of weak sapients, and that it eliminates the need for the predator-prey dynamic that it wishes to enforce upon the world," she intones. Next, she turns to Grandma and nods, slowly.
"An excellent question," she compliments. "The Sealing Stone is capped upon a focusing rod that will allow a user of sufficient magical capability to sense the focal point of the Wyld --" she glances over to Aia, "-- in this case the one garbed in crimson, I assume -- and single it out among the hordes. Then, they must simply...desire. One must focus their entire will upon the want, the need to seal the being they wish to banish, and the Stone will respond accordingly. It is not...intelligent, per se, but it is able to interpret one's will into action. For this task I would recommend whoever among you is most capable in the practice of Light Magics, as it will greatly reduce the time required to open the Celestial Rift."
"Your plan will work," she states in dulcet tones, then, turning to Aia, "but it will not be sustainable for long. I recommend we adjourn this meeting post-haste and send a party to the Caverns immediately. As much as I do not relish the idea whatever party you choose may...ride upon my back. I will be able to bring them to the Caverns more quickly than any equine, and I know the way best. I cannot promise any of you will return...but I can promise I will defend you from the horrors to the best of my ability." She crosses her hands before her and falls silent, casting an expectant gaze at Naoki.
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Daedalus
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Unknown - Appears to be in his 20's
Physical Description: The golden haired man is tall, standing at about 6 feet 2 inches. He appears to be built quite normally for a healthy and active adult human male. The only thing off about the man is his eyes, which are golden in color and glow faintly.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears clothes, usually. He doesn't really carry anything interesting with him, though.
Player's online availability : Fairly often
Registered: Oct 25, 2016 16:35:39 GMT -8
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Post by Daedalus on Apr 11, 2018 14:46:26 GMT -8
Daedalus found the situation quite interesting, and increasingly so as Freyja explained things. He took what she said with a grain of salt, however, he would make his own observations soon enough. His mind immediately wandered to numerous texts of various subjects both magical and non-magical in subject matter and he had devised several possible plans, but again he had no idea what he was dealing with yet.
Either way, he was soon ordered to head out to the Land Tillers State to contain the Wyld while another party tracked down this sealing stone. He wondered what sort of sealing magic this stone contained and how powerful it was exactly, but he had no time for such questioning now.
"Well, I would like to take my leave now unless there is any further information you deem necessary for me to know. Also, I will need you to accompany me to the Enclave, Jun," Daedalus stated, getting ready to teleport straight to the Enclave and gather a team of spellcasters before heading directly to the Land Tiller's State. He already knew exactly where his destination was, only a single glance at the map was enough to internalize the position of the conflict in his mind, and he had studied maps of the Overworld before and similarly memorized them.
In fact, he had already tuned in the coordinates for a suitable place to teleport into the Land Tiller's State, though he would have to run this plan by Jun and see about any wards placed by the Land Tiller's State that might interfere with teleportation, this would also give him time to share his plans with Jun and allow her to offer her own input.
Then, they would briefly scry the surrounding area to make sure it was still suitable to teleport there and head on out.
((all of this can happen off-screen))
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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 Apr 11, 2018 16:03:00 GMT -8
The Empress makes a shooing motion. “Go,” she says.
“Stand by for further communication, and I hereby order each one of you not to die.”
She says this entirely straight-faced, and crosses her arms afterward, for good measure.
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