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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2015 9:39:45 GMT -8
"I wasn't planning on escaping." Red uttered as she entered the cell and sat down on the bed. "But I appreciate the assumption. By far the most credit you've given me since we met."
After Ildesias left she continued to slouch on the side of the bed, staring at the polished floors. She remained motionless for the most part, except for the occasional quiet sigh.
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Post by Labefacto Archfiend Hizenn on May 11, 2016 20:27:02 GMT -8
Hizenn had been sitting in his cell for many months now. Hizenn never ate or even made a sound. The fallen deity had been inside his own mind the entire time, having no connection with the world his body was in.
The room was pitch black and fully encased in magic resistant wards that would keep Hizenn contained to this cell. Beyond this cell was probably a long series of more magical defenses and guards. Hizenn was in a bad spot and been forgotten about for a long time. There wasn't much to do but wait.
In this time, while in his mind, Hizenn was at work structuring an escape from his cell. In his mind he was centralizing himself and waiting for his moment to strike. The chains that bound him would have their limit and eventually break from the subtle emissions of magic that Hizenn naturally expelled. This was merely a situation similar to drain a battery. When this occurred, the next step could be taken. Till then, nothing would change and all would be 'normal'.
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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 May 12, 2016 8:13:49 GMT -8
They say that the only place where time stands still is an unlit dungeon.
Unfortunately enough, Hizenn's cell is lit from the outside. A sconce holds a single torch, and its amber light flickers through the bars. Seems like there will be none of that time nonsense today.
Or any other day.
Or any nonsense of any kind, on any day, really. His restraints were fashioned specifically to resist all sorts of tampering, magical, temporal, or otherwise. They are even impervious to paradoxical logic puzzles, depression, and philosophical constructions. Being mostly made of metallic alloys and such, and lacking any definition of a consciousness with which to consider any of those things, of course. It seems as if Hizenn will have to do those sorts of things himself. Goodness knows he'll have the time to.
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Post by Labefacto Archfiend Hizenn on May 15, 2016 20:59:50 GMT -8
All things in the world had a flaw and a way to be broken. It was nature to the realm, that nothing stands truly immortal, that all can be killed or broken given the right time and method. With such, it could take days, weeks, months, or years, before a weakness can be found to break the unbreakable. Still, that time was not now as the powers of his restraints were still at a high charge and the room didn't help either. In his current state, escape was like trying to find a needle in space.
Despite it all, Hizenn still let his mind run with the universe. He would search his mind like it was a computer. There had to be a way. Still, with all the time in the world, he has yet to find a way. There was a way, and if he could get out of the restraints somehow, he could escape, but at the moment, the restraints were his kryptonite. Even his attempt to drain their lifespan down would take another year before any real signs could be seen, and still they wouldn't be weak enough to be overpowered by magic to be broken. Any attempt to dispell the restraints while wearing them was futile since not enough magic could be drawn to create a spark.
Till that day, Hizenn will remain in his meditative state.
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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 Aug 22, 2016 17:03:32 GMT -8
The criminal Zegaru was lead into the dungeons of the Citadel. Here was lead into a cell and strung up. The anti magic cuffs secured to the walls and his legs bound to the floor. Then he was left to stew for hours. Eventually though the door opened and the High Marshal entered. Next to him was a woman in a crimson rob that covered her face and body completely. Alden eyes Zegaru the high marshals face is completely placid, but his eyes smolder with barely contained Wrath. His voice is harsh as he addresses the prisoner. "I am going to ask nicely once. Will you cooperate and answer my questions?"
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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 Dec 7, 2017 16:38:00 GMT -8
Legion Master Zhax A single Inquisitor accompanied by four citadel guards approached Zhax’s jail cell, barely more than a cramped little hole in the wall. Tapping on the metal bars to gain the attention of the criminal, the Inquisitor addressed the former bandit leader in an almost lifeless tone. “As the primary leader of the bandits who captured and held Arya the Paladin, I have a few questions I must ask you regarding that event. If you are cooperative, you will be able to stay here in your cell and be allowed to remain in your current healthy state. If you are not cooperative, the Isran Empire cannot guarantee your safety. Any questions before we begin?”
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Legion Master Zhax
Dedicated
In jail.
Roleplay posts: 105
Age: 24 Years
Physical Description: Avian yet Reptilian
5' 3" tall, bipedal legs
Strange marking on right side of neck
Clothes and Equipment: Light torso and leg plate armor
Dual 12" daggers
Hook and rope
Neurotoxin blow dart gun
Pots of flammable oil, and toxic gas
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Oct 3, 2015 11:16:18 GMT -8
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Post by Legion Master Zhax on Dec 8, 2017 6:05:52 GMT -8
Legion Master Zhax A single Inquisitor accompanied by four citadel guards approached Zhax’s jail cell, barely more than a cramped little hole in the wall. Tapping on the metal bars to gain the attention of the criminal, the Inquisitor addressed the former bandit leader in an almost lifeless tone. “As the primary leader of the bandits who captured and held Arya the Paladin, I have a few questions I must ask you regarding that event. If you are cooperative, you will be able to stay here in your cell and be allowed to remain in your current healthy state. If you are not cooperative, the Isran Empire cannot guarantee your safety. Any questions before we begin?” Finally, as if the delusions of some weird shadowy man weren’t enough, now there were humans! Again! Zhax was far from being in perfect shape, physically and mentally. But he wouldn’t let down that easy! (Even if he was a bit bonkers, after all, he never was one with a strong willpower.) His head snapped over onto the inquisitor from his sitting position as he silently judged him with one yellow beady eye. He didn’t like this guy’s look, or attitude, so bland, just like his cell, and the spot of color on the roof, it was black and dark. He liked the color, not the attitude. Zhax turned his head to look back at the dark wall after the “Tapper of Metal Bars” finished speaking to him. He was waiting for the shadow man’s advice, should he ask questions? Should he cooperate? Were these questions and answers even going to mean anything? He didn’t want to die but, death wasn’t so bad after all, considering he’d know about it from first hand experience. He glanced back at the inquisitor then looked back at the wall while he waited for shadow man to talk. “Come on!... There…”He listened to nothing, for a short moment before finally responding directly to the man. “Yeh, I’ll help you out, it’s what he’s tellin’ me to do, just get me outta here, just for a bit. I’ve been sweet and quiet in this hole of mine, can I get a bigger hole when we come back? I really want a bigger hole. Not big enough to bury bodies in though, just big enough for me to move and kill a thing or two. Ya know?”He looked up at the man, waiting for the cell to be opened.
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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 Dec 8, 2017 12:23:00 GMT -8
Legion Master Zhax “For the present, you will be remaining here in your cell. If you cooperate and answer my questions… Perhaps then I’ll see about letting you go for a little walk and putting you in a larger cell. Until you answer my questions, however, you’ll be staying right here.” Taking a seat on a wooden bench one of the guards had brought over for him, the Inquisitor regards Zhax with a rather bored expression, scribbling something on a blank piece of parchment as he does so. The only thing clear to Zhax about this Inquisitor was that he didn’t seem to be particularly thrilled to be doing this particular duty. He almost seemed slightly irritated by the whole situation although his tone remained neutral. “First off, I want to know the series of events that led up to Arya’s capture.”
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Legion Master Zhax
Dedicated
In jail.
Roleplay posts: 105
Age: 24 Years
Physical Description: Avian yet Reptilian
5' 3" tall, bipedal legs
Strange marking on right side of neck
Clothes and Equipment: Light torso and leg plate armor
Dual 12" daggers
Hook and rope
Neurotoxin blow dart gun
Pots of flammable oil, and toxic gas
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Oct 3, 2015 11:16:18 GMT -8
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Post by Legion Master Zhax on Dec 8, 2017 13:41:12 GMT -8
Legion Master Zhax “For the present, you will be remaining here in your cell. If you cooperate and answer my questions… Perhaps then I’ll see about letting you go for a little walk and putting you in a larger cell. Until you answer my questions, however, you’ll be staying right here.” Taking a seat on a wooden bench one of the guards had brought over for him, the Inquisitor regards Zhax with a rather bored expression, scribbling something on a blank piece of parchment as he does so. The only thing clear to Zhax about this Inquisitor was that he didn’t seem to be particularly thrilled to be doing this particular duty. He almost seemed slightly irritated by the whole situation although his tone remained neutral. “First off, I want to know the series of events that led up to Arya’s capture.” Zhax looked around his cell, as if he’d dropped something, but he hadn’t before going back to the inquisitor. A lot had happened since then, but he felt like it was the only thing he could remember. “Like how far back? Cause I didn’t get ‘er myself, she was brought in by a couple of my guyz, said she was in a fight with em’ and they happened to take her alive cause she looked important, most ladies like dat don’t even get to me, they just use ‘em and slit their throats there if they ain’t pretty enough or important enough, too much work to lug em around. But so, they brought her to me after she killed some of my troops, and I needed to know who she was so I asked her some questions.”Zhax’s attention turned, maybe because he heard something, or he wanted to let the guy ask any questions while he had them, so he distracted himself.
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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 Dec 9, 2017 11:14:19 GMT -8
Legion Master Zhax The Inquisitor nodded as Zhax retold how the capture of Arya went down, apparently satisfied with the explanation. After scribbling down some additional notes on the paper, the Inquisitor finally turns his attention back to the prisoner. “From the notes I have here, it looks like you discovered she was from Isra and then demanded ransom for her… I must ask the obvious here, what gave you the idea that a group of bandits like yourself could request ransom from Isra? Did you truly think Isra would simply roll over and accept all your demands?” The Inquisitor finally showed a hint of amusement as he spoke, nothing more than a slight upturn of the corners of his mouth, but it was there nonetheless.
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Legion Master Zhax
Dedicated
In jail.
Roleplay posts: 105
Age: 24 Years
Physical Description: Avian yet Reptilian
5' 3" tall, bipedal legs
Strange marking on right side of neck
Clothes and Equipment: Light torso and leg plate armor
Dual 12" daggers
Hook and rope
Neurotoxin blow dart gun
Pots of flammable oil, and toxic gas
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Oct 3, 2015 11:16:18 GMT -8
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Post by Legion Master Zhax on Dec 14, 2017 6:23:05 GMT -8
Legion Master Zhax The Inquisitor nodded as Zhax retold how the capture of Arya went down, apparently satisfied with the explanation. After scribbling down some additional notes on the paper, the Inquisitor finally turns his attention back to the prisoner. “From the notes I have here, it looks like you discovered she was from Isra and then demanded ransom for her… I must ask the obvious here, what gave you the idea that a group of bandits like yourself could request ransom from Isra? Did you truly think Isra would simply roll over and accept all your demands?” The Inquisitor finally showed a hint of amusement as he spoke, nothing more than a slight upturn of the corners of his mouth, but it was there nonetheless. Had Zhax not been in jail, he would’ve taken that question as an insult. Not like he could kill them from here though. “Well… I was hoping da offer wasn’t too much and the both of us could walk away with what we want after the deal, but it’s clear you didn’t want dat.”The kobold reconsidered what he said. “I also suppose it wasn’t a matter of just trying to make money, like, what was I to do? Killin’ her woulda just brought the wrath upon me, and jus’ lettin’ her go woulda got me snitched. Ya know?”For now, it seemed Zhax was answering in honesty.
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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 Dec 17, 2017 10:42:58 GMT -8
Legion Master Zhax The Inquisitor raised an eyebrow at Zhax’s first statement as he scanned another piece of parchment he had just pulled from his pocket. “According to the reports I have here, however, it seems there were demons of Wrath when Isra arrived to bargain for Arya. Why exactly would you allow such creatures to be present if you wanted to simply trade her over for gold?” As for the creatures last statement, the Inquisitor seemed to accept it, not having any questions in regards to it. “Tell me, what exactly do you feel would be a fair punishment to you? You have been the leader of a group of bandits that kill, stole, and did all manner of terrible things to travelers. Not to mention the incident with Arya.”
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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 Jan 2, 2018 16:34:39 GMT -8
Alfher was escorted by four guards to a solitary cell in the Dungeon. There were a number of rather unsavory characters warrior passed by as he was brought to his cell, a number of them not human. He would find the cell to the left of his empty, but the cell to the right of his held Zhax, the lizard-like creature that had been unfortunate enough to draw the ire of the Empress herself. Although the wall in between the cells was solid stone, they were close enough together that the pair could hear each other if they spoke up.
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Legion Master Zhax
Dedicated
In jail.
Roleplay posts: 105
Age: 24 Years
Physical Description: Avian yet Reptilian
5' 3" tall, bipedal legs
Strange marking on right side of neck
Clothes and Equipment: Light torso and leg plate armor
Dual 12" daggers
Hook and rope
Neurotoxin blow dart gun
Pots of flammable oil, and toxic gas
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Oct 3, 2015 11:16:18 GMT -8
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Post by Legion Master Zhax on Jan 17, 2018 6:58:32 GMT -8
Legion Master Zhax The Inquisitor raised an eyebrow at Zhax’s first statement as he scanned another piece of parchment he had just pulled from his pocket. “According to the reports I have here, however, it seems there were demons of Wrath when Isra arrived to bargain for Arya. Why exactly would you allow such creatures to be present if you wanted to simply trade her over for gold?” As for the creatures last statement, the Inquisitor seemed to accept it, not having any questions in regards to it. “Tell me, what exactly do you feel would be a fair punishment to you? You have been the leader of a group of bandits that kill, stole, and did all manner of terrible things to travelers. Not to mention the incident with Arya.” “Yeh, they was buggin’ in when I didn’t want em.’ They screwed me, if anything.”Why’d this guy have all these questions? Wasn’t Isra supposed to be all-knowing and the like? Zhax would be stuck here for a while, so he may as well answer them. “I don’t know! I ain’t the person who dragged me in ‘ere! I mean, if you wanna let me go, I’ll uhh, I’ll take that ya know?... Again, that deal shoulda been easier, it wasn’t supposed to turn out the way it did…”
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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 Apr 19, 2018 17:57:28 GMT -8
A group of about twenty some inquisitors approached the Dungeons. Anyone familiar with their particular branch of the Isran government would know this many gathering in one place outside of their headquarters was highly irregular. Following a brief discussion between the senior inquisitor and the current captain on duty, the Inquisitors were allowed inside. Several hours later and there was no sign of them emerging from the Dungeons.
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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 Jan 28, 2020 10:59:20 GMT -8
The would-be-assassin would eventually find themselves conscious deep in the Citadel Dungeons, hands, feet, and neck, all bound in shackles. By attempting to attack The Empress, they have committed treason and have been thusly sentenced to indefinite imprisonment until someone decides what to do with them.
And, having demonstrated magical ability, they’ve been put in the appropriate cell block. Runes on the collar continually sap energy from the wearer, and the dimeritium shackles are a relatively inexpensive but undeniably effective method to prevent spellcasting attempts. Additional runes are etched into the walls, and the air hums with the sort of fuzzy anticipation common in heavily warded areas. Even to the casual observer, it’s clear that this is a prison for mages.
The cell door is a great heavy thing, with no knob on the inside and a small grated window near the top. Through it, one may glimpse the opposite wall of featureless stone. The chains allow a fair degree of movement within the cell, from the cot to the latrine, but are firmly anchored to the wall and stop short of reaching the door. The assassin would find themselves deprived of any items they may have had on their person or in their pockets, jewelry, hair accessories, or similar. They have been allowed to keep their clothing, for now.
There are no instructions or rules, but there is a bowl of stew within reach. The message is clear enough: you will stew.
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