Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181 
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
Registered: Jun 27, 2016 9:39:02 GMT -8
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on Nov 6, 2018 9:25:11 GMT -8
The Daimyo strode into the ballroom, immediately noting the crowd of people around the Empress.
"That's Empress Naoki there, surrounded by the small group. Seems to be a tad busy at the moment, let's wait until she has a moment to speak with her. We want her focus when we speak, even if it's just to set up a more formal meeting later on."
He looked around a bit, noting the location of the bar and gesturing towards it.
"Let's grab a drink, people here find it easier to talk to you if you have a drink in your hand."
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Kojuro Hizashi
Dedicated
Lord of Kiyonai
Roleplay posts: 354
Age: 23
Physical Description: Kojuro stands at a little above average height, and a slender, athletic build. His dark brown hair falls to just beneath chin level, and he usually wears it tied back. His eyes are a bright brown colour, so light as to be close to orange. He is usually well but simply dressed, and carries himself with a relaxed air, taking most things in his stride. He has several recently acquired scars, including a sword cut to his left arm which has left him only partial use of that hand, and a another from a sword cut along his jawline on the right side.
Clothes and Equipment: He is normally dressed in conventional attire for his culture and social class. As a lord, his clothing is high quality, though not ostentatious. For everyday wear a simple kosode and hakama, silk courtly robes for official duties, and armour on the battlefield. He prefers greens and blues, though often may be wearing the maroon and gold of the Hizashi clan.
In battle he can be noticed from a distance by the dragonfly crest on his helmet. He also wears a surcoat in Hizashi maroon and gold and a set of lacquered armour bearing the Hizashi clan cherry blossom crest. In battle he is armed with a tachi (long sword) and a tanto (dagger), and also carries a fan to signal orders. He will also be found carrying his swords everywhere, as is usual for samurai.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Player's online availability : For play: Some evenings, GMT. I am not around every day for RP, because life. For chatting/PMs: Most days/eves GMT.
Registered: May 10, 2017 13:44:12 GMT -8
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Post by Kojuro Hizashi on Nov 6, 2018 14:15:01 GMT -8
Ever since he had first heard of Nakatani’s travels beyond the eastern isles, Kojuro had wanted to take a trip with her somewhere, where she would take him to see the beauty of foreign lands as he had shown her around his homeland of Kiyonai. This wasn’t quite the romantic trip alone together that he had fantasised about – disappearing off for jaunts on a personal whim wasn’t something he could do very easily now – but it had pleasures of its own. And one of those was seeing Nakatani dressed up quite so richly and elegantly as this. Her shyness only made her seem more appealing, giving the impression that she was entirely unaware of her own beauty. He stole a glance at her and smiled. “Nervous? Me too.” Somehow, walking into a room of total strangers, where you had no idea what the etiquette was or what you were expected to do didn’t make him entirely comfortable. Thankfully there were a good number of people here and nobody was specifically drawing attention to the Tawakoshi party, except the ten foot ogre they had with them. Kojuro stuck closely to Lord Akagi as the Quying daimyo led them towards the bar, trying to appear quietly confident as he cast glances around, and laid eyes on the Empress Naoki as Akagi pointed her out. He nodded. Just as Kiri had described, but apparently more animated in the bosom of her own kingdom surrounded by friends. “I think I’ll find it easier to talk to them with a drink in my hand too,” replied Kojuro. It seemed that the drink on offer was from a large bowl labelled “Punch”. “Hmm…. This doesn’t seem to mean the same thing I’m used to it meaning,” he commented. There were serving ladles and cups but there didn’t appear to be any servants to pour the drinks, which seemed a little odd. He just waited to see what Akagi would do, and instead gave a casual sweep of the room, noting the few lone guests looking misplaced and somewhat lost, the group of musicians, the chandeliers. “It should be interesting to see how they dance here, right?” he asked Nakatani, as he surveyed the empty ballroom, knowing that dancing and music to be one of her passions. |
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Wuppo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Physical Description: "The citizens of Tamatoshi Bay would lay eyes on Wuppo, a 10-foot tall ogre, dirty with grime and what was probably dried blood. The giant's black beard was messily braided and twisted into two strands that hung from his chin, and the hair atop his head tied into a somewhat familiar but not entirely correct topknot."
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 3:10:43 GMT -8
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Post by Wuppo on Nov 6, 2018 16:11:04 GMT -8
Wuppo had been cleaned up considerably for the occasion. His beard which was normally matted, knotted, and twisted into two strands on his chin was cleaned, trimmed, combed and shaved into two silky smooth ribbons of hair that now hung from his chin where the knotted mess had been. The hair on Wuppo's head had also been thoroughly washed, combed, and tied into a proper knot on the top of his head. The ogre liked the smooth clean feeling of the hair on his chin, and touched it probably a little more than would seem normal.
Wuppo was out of his element in Isra, but he was out of his element everywhere else for that matter. It was this constant state of being out of place that made Wuppo considerably more comfortable than Kojuro. The ogre had to duck slightly to get under the edge of the ballroom tent, but once inside found he had more than enough room to strand up straight. He followed at the rear of the Tawakoshi party, which moved leisurely over to the bar. Wuppo stood somewhat idly as he took in the ballroom surrounding him, once again touching his beard. When Kojuro spoke, Wuppo looked down at the large bowls labeled 'punch' - the labels being completely wasted on the illiterate giant. He bent down, and sniffed just above one of the bowls filled with liquid. The sweet smell of exotic fruits filled his nose, and he smiled.
"Dat nice smell!" he declared as he picked up an entire crystal punch bowl, "An'daze put da nice smell in big pot jus' for Wuppo! Wise Otta! Dem know Wuppo come! You see big pot? How dem know Wuppo come?" In Tawakoshi, Kojuro regularly had tea served to Wuppo in a large bowl, albeit a slightly smaller bowl than the crystal punch bowl he currently held in both hands. The organizers of the event in Isra had obviously heard of this somehow, and had chosen to serve the punch in a way that Wuppo was already accustomed. The ogre brought the rim of the bowl to his lips, and poured some of the sweet liquid into his mouth. He took a small bit at first, and enjoyed the taste enough to take two giant gulps more. Wuppo brought the bowl back down, still holding it as he looked to make sure he didn't spill any of it on his comfortable suit of new clothes.
As luck would have it, there were more bowls of punch available for the other guests.
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Galh'dor Suebek The Bloody
Established
Smile and wave...just smile and wave.
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: Near seventy.
Physical Description:
A hulking mass of black fur peppered with grey towers over the average human. Two dark green eyes stare intently at anything before this massive figure, his near hound like maw : upturned as if amused. Two horns erupt from behind his hog like ears.
The beast' arms are like tree trunks , human like hands like those of a dock worker drum thoughtfully on his tower shield.
His voice rumbles like the earth about to split " And what shall we do with you?" he muses, his grin growing larger by the moment
Registered: Nov 5, 2018 11:31:08 GMT -8
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Post by Galh'dor Suebek The Bloody on Nov 6, 2018 17:15:14 GMT -8
(Post mentions: Wuppo, Empress Naoki)
The growing chatter of servants, musicians and partygoers all hummed together in an irritating buzz... He disliked how many people were crammed together, disliked the noise and hustle. This dislike seemed to stem from something in his past life--- though exactly what event caused such bitter feelings was lost to the beast-men. A faint smile crept its way across Gahl'dor's face--- Not only did he not have to stoop, he wasn't the tallest being in the tent. Being tall had always been an issue for him- even when he was Robert as he recalled. No, it seemed there was another being--- though perhaps pet may have been a better word for the ogre Wuppo who towered even over him by a foot or so. What a nasty thought... Invasive thought... He made a note to mind his tongue on the off chance he spoke to anyone. The scent of a fine bitter wine caught his attention as a server with no other path scurried around him. " Pardon, might I have one of those?" The server nodded quickly, offering the beast a comedically small wine glass before darting off...
He might be a pet but you're a monster; don't forget that. A monster crammed into a suit. He thought bitterly as he inhaled the perfume offered by the wine. Images of rolling country sides with windmills filled his mind... High stone divides...
Being tall had its advantages... namely, he could see who was exactly clustered amongst who and soon he found who he sought.
The Empress. She seemed busy at the moment, and likely would be busy for some time, he'd have to cleave a moment of her time for himself. He had something for her.
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Natasa Waltine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87 
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 19:09:24 GMT -8
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Nov 6, 2018 20:38:19 GMT -8
Natasa had been scrying the ballroom for someone who wasn't already engaged in conversation, which was difficult to find. She did spot a flaxen-haired woman who looked nearly as lost as she did and smiled, attempting to make her way over to her.
Such a venture was not yet realized, for something had halted her momentum. She almost tripped on her little heels but caught herself by sliding a foot forward just in time. Thinking that Volkh was toying with her, she turned around, only to pin her eyes on someone who was very much not a vampire, though he was very much... much more monstrous.
She looked down, eying the hoof that was clamped onto the hem of her dress. She looked back up and rose her brows slowly. The cursed girl squeaked, "Um... sorry... your foot..."
(Permission granted for the foot-stomping-on-dress by the player)
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Galh'dor Suebek The Bloody
Established
Smile and wave...just smile and wave.
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: Near seventy.
Physical Description:
A hulking mass of black fur peppered with grey towers over the average human. Two dark green eyes stare intently at anything before this massive figure, his near hound like maw : upturned as if amused. Two horns erupt from behind his hog like ears.
The beast' arms are like tree trunks , human like hands like those of a dock worker drum thoughtfully on his tower shield.
His voice rumbles like the earth about to split " And what shall we do with you?" he muses, his grin growing larger by the moment
Registered: Nov 5, 2018 11:31:08 GMT -8
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Post by Galh'dor Suebek The Bloody on Nov 6, 2018 20:59:47 GMT -8
(Post mentions: Empress Naoki)
(Post adresses: Natasa Waltine)
But exactly how would he carve a moment of time out for himself? He was no one in particular to the Empress. Barging in like an old friend would be tactless, waiting for a polite moment? A narrow chance if any due to the number of vultures already circling the woman.
The tug underfoot was so slight he hadn't noticed it lost in thought, but the squeak.
The monster looked over his shoulder for the source of the sound--- then down. "OH! My apologies."
Casting a quick glance over his back to make sure he wasn't going to crush some poor soul unintentionally. the beast moved his hoof with the utmost haste. His eyes darted back to the small figure whom he'd nearly vanquished, and his maw nearly fell agape. She was lovely by all accounts, but her eyes captivated him.
" I- uh." He coughed casting a nervous glance aside before bowing deeply, so deeply only the cut horns on his head kept the silver laurels seated. "Please, Forgive my dolt like behavior."
With his eyes shut his sense of smell took over-- the sage and acidic smell from before. Nervousness was washed over by curiosity, he forgot his polite facade for a moment as his gaze wandered about her face. There was no doubt this woman was the source--- In the back of his mind a voice of reason screamed.
" YOU STILL BEING A DOLT! IS THAT ANYWAYS TO SPEAK TO A LADY?!"His teacher's voice backhanded his curiosity into place.
Quickly! An excuse of any sorts, a joke!? Both.
" Pardon." he began again with a chuckle " A bit too much to drink. " The beast man suggested holding the human-sized wineglass with like a matchstick between two fingers.
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Registered: Jan 5, 2018 17:01:37 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Nov 6, 2018 22:11:07 GMT -8
Initially, Volkh separated himself from Natasa, keeping well within view. The entire reason they were here, after all, was for her to acclimate herself to her surroundings. How long had it been since he had been at a social event? Decades? Centuries? Even the current climate of the cities about him were a mystery, heard of only through rumors from his scouts. It was doubtful any who dwelled in the city would even know who he was. Casting occasional glances at Natasa to ensure her safety, he carefully skirted the area, taking in the sights.
Naturally what initially stood out to him were the monsters. Creatures so foul he could have come in his own less desirable form and none would bat an eye. Humans, cat women, old, young, there was no shortage of entertainment. A few even wore the garb of foreign lands. He had been about to approach these stranger, in fact, as he filled a glass with punch. That was, until his apprentice began speaking with one of the particularly bestial residents.
Breaking off from his task, he crossed the room as if on a cresting wave, stopping near Natasa as he held the glass to her. His eyes, however, focused on the beast before him. Becoming stressed or afraid, were not things she needed to feel at such a critical time.
"You have us at a disadvantage." the lord interrupted, cold, crimson eyes leveled on the creature. "Perhaps introductions are in order. I am Mykola Volkh, Lord of Castle Volkh. This is my apprentice, Natasa Waltine, whom I can see you have already...met."
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Natasa Waltine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 19:09:24 GMT -8
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Nov 6, 2018 22:22:06 GMT -8
The girl put up her hands in front of her and took a step back. Goodness, what a massive creature he was! But... not all that frightening, in a way. She thought he would be angry, but here he was, apologizing to her. The girl quirked a brow in confusion. This wasn't at all how this scene was supposed to play out.
Before she could even speak, Volkh was upon her, pressing a glass to her hands. Willingly, she took it, eyes bouncing between both monsters. They towered over her, like pillars threatening to fall and crush her beneath their weight. It made her feel so much smaller than she already was.
She did wonder how dangerous this surprisingly polite monstrosity had to be for Volkh to swoop in so quickly. Perhaps his niceness was deceptive? Maybe he had a temper, just like she did.
Keeping these in mind, she lifted a hand and waved, attempting a rather uncomfortable smile. "Sorry I'm... still getting used to wearing... all of this. I-I-It's not what I'm used to."
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Galh'dor Suebek The Bloody
Established
Smile and wave...just smile and wave.
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: Near seventy.
Physical Description:
A hulking mass of black fur peppered with grey towers over the average human. Two dark green eyes stare intently at anything before this massive figure, his near hound like maw : upturned as if amused. Two horns erupt from behind his hog like ears.
The beast' arms are like tree trunks , human like hands like those of a dock worker drum thoughtfully on his tower shield.
His voice rumbles like the earth about to split " And what shall we do with you?" he muses, his grin growing larger by the moment
Registered: Nov 5, 2018 11:31:08 GMT -8
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Post by Galh'dor Suebek The Bloody on Nov 6, 2018 22:43:05 GMT -8
(Post adresses: Natasa Waltine, Lord Mykola Volkh)
Jarred by the abruptness of the lord's appearance Galh'dor was not quite ready to receive such a cold stare.
With a snort, he tossed the contents of his wine glass in the face of the lord----
At least that's what he wished to do.
"It's easier avoiding a mess than cleaning it." the voice of reason suggested.
Instead, he shook his massive head with an outheld hand to hide his surprise and any other negative emotion on his face. "Indeed My Lord Volokh, I am Gahl'dor Suebek of the Western Korgan Clan." He explained glancing over his shoulder once more to take yet another quarter step back to provide not only "breathing space" but to allow the lord to command the situation. Lords did not like to have control retched from their hands, but something told him that this lord might well forget hew as at a party --- or at least remember him after it should he say or do something incorrectly.
" Charmed to meet you both. I was apologizing to your apprentice for being clumsy, I stepped on the corner of her dress. I should have been more Care--" You're rambling "--full. " He said, swallowing the frog in his throat slowly.
He did not dare stare directly into the lord's eyes, but he did not look away either, instead of finding a low spot on the man's face to focus on.
As humble as he could manage to look while not looking wholeheartedly weak. Nervous was easy --- not showing exactly how uneasy this man made him was difficult.
His past self-noted she made light of the situation as well, and longed to crack another wise remark in hopes of inducing a smile--- but rational thought and self-preservation were at the forefront at the moment.
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Nov 6, 2018 23:05:05 GMT -8
Volkh did not give ground of his own as the creature retreated slightly. Instinct had him on edge, but he did well to hide it. They were at a ball, after all, and no matter how long he had been away from the "Scene" so to speak, he knew that fighting monsters was hardly proper etiquette. Carefully his eyes scanned the features of the creature before him, and his immediate hostility was dulled somewhat by curiosity.
"The Western Korgan Clan." he addressed. "I can't say I'm terribly familiar with it. Do you care to elaborate?" glancing back he reached out a hand to Natasa, clearly expecting her to take it. This was more difficult than he had initially expected. Maintaining decorum in a room of a few humans or elves was one thing. It was quite another to acclimate to sharing space with such monstrosities.
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Galh'dor Suebek The Bloody
Established
Smile and wave...just smile and wave.
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: Near seventy.
Physical Description:
A hulking mass of black fur peppered with grey towers over the average human. Two dark green eyes stare intently at anything before this massive figure, his near hound like maw : upturned as if amused. Two horns erupt from behind his hog like ears.
The beast' arms are like tree trunks , human like hands like those of a dock worker drum thoughtfully on his tower shield.
His voice rumbles like the earth about to split " And what shall we do with you?" he muses, his grin growing larger by the moment
Registered: Nov 5, 2018 11:31:08 GMT -8
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Post by Galh'dor Suebek The Bloody on Nov 6, 2018 23:33:22 GMT -8
(Post adresses: Natasa Waltine, Lord Mykola Volkh)
As expected the lord held his ground firmly--- a correct assumption it seemed.
When spoken to Gahl'dor bowed his head, and the knot that had been forming in his back muscles eased as the Lord glanced away. He'd avoided something he was sure of it.
"Absolutely, Lord Volkh." He started near meekly before moving into a more professional tone " We are a gathering of Korgan who have elected to gather the "unaware" of our kind in hopes of making them "aware" and thus less volatile. My people, unfortunately, were created for a sinister purpose, through means we still do not quite understand. But what we are aware of is that we were once human, thus the simple term "aware". The Monster eased into the subject. He waited before any small sign that he should continue his explanation--- as much as he wished to leave it vague.
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Natasa Waltine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 19:09:24 GMT -8
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Nov 6, 2018 23:40:35 GMT -8
If Natasa had heard that particular thought, the vampire would have gotten a hard stare from her. Not that it would have done much, and she might have gotten a scolding afterward, but it would have been too easy.
The young girl did wonder, though... out here, in public, among so many people... what liberties could she take with him? For a month she had been standing in a shadow of tension, doing her best to heed his orders, do everything perfectly, hold in her anger as much as she could to help keep the curse at bay.
But when could she decide to be playful or defiant? Not in any big way, just... just a little bit. There were limits to test. How much better would this deal be, if she could find a way to be more than frightened into servitude, or distraught at the loss of her family, or seething from the effects of the curse? For a moment, with Divyna, she had been enchanted. She thought it to be such a new feeling, but there was nostalgia in it, too. A warmth she had forgotten.
Was it healthy for her to keep going as she had been? Or was there a way to save a part of herself she had forgotten in the attack?
Looking at Volkh's hand, knowing what he wanted her to do, she then decided to... not. If he in any capacity eyed her, she'd eye him right back with a sip of her punch, as though she had no idea what he was asking of her. Her eyes then floated over to the Korgan, giving him her ear.
"Once human? But now a monster. Wait, but you don't act like a monster." Her eyebrows flew up as she looked up at Volkh. "M'Lord!" she gasped. Could that mean something for her? Could this be important?
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Nov 6, 2018 23:59:21 GMT -8
When, for the moment, he did not feel Natasa's hand in his own, Volkh indeed glanced back. Only to be met with an innocent expression. He knew better. Her heartbeat, increasing with her little act of defiance fluttered in her chest and, after a moment he hand curled into a fist, lowering. For a moment he toyed with the idea of forcing her hand. The blood that had provided her defenses against his power was no doubt expiring by now. He could force things...but he wouldn't. Not for now, at least. Disobedience was a matter left for private.
Turning forward to face Gahl'dor once again for the tail end of the creature's explanation, the vampire was able to set aside his indignation of her rebellion.
"Korgan? How intriguing." he mused, and at Natasa's exclamation he raised a hand for her silence. "I doubt that this affliction matches that which was have been studying." he told her carefully. He didn't look like the others he'd seen in the wake of his former apprentice. "Perhaps you would be willing to undergo a series of tests?" he asked the creature. The question seemed innocent enough, but there was a hunger in the vampire's eyes that belied something less pleasant than a routine examination.
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Galh'dor Suebek The Bloody
Established
Smile and wave...just smile and wave.
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: Near seventy.
Physical Description:
A hulking mass of black fur peppered with grey towers over the average human. Two dark green eyes stare intently at anything before this massive figure, his near hound like maw : upturned as if amused. Two horns erupt from behind his hog like ears.
The beast' arms are like tree trunks , human like hands like those of a dock worker drum thoughtfully on his tower shield.
His voice rumbles like the earth about to split " And what shall we do with you?" he muses, his grin growing larger by the moment
Registered: Nov 5, 2018 11:31:08 GMT -8
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Post by Galh'dor Suebek The Bloody on Nov 7, 2018 0:16:14 GMT -8
(Post adresses: Natasa Waltine, Lord Mykola Volkh)
The Korgan spared the woman a curious glance. He did not act like a monster? That almost made him laugh aloud. She was not exactly what she seemed to be, It was not the refusal that sparked this conclusion, nor the manner in which she spoke to her master and strangers, that could be spoiled royalty but the plea in her voice was as plain as---
He noticed the blue flames and porcelain skin for the first time. The horns... Dots were connected somewhat
Ripping himself away from curiosity the beast focused again on the vampire lord.
Flat refusal was the first thing that jumped to his mind. The hunger dripping from the man's eyes was unnerving.
He felt a spike in his own heart rate, a base drum amongst the snares, but kept outward composure, aside from swirling his wine ever so slightly.
Offering what might be a polite smile, "Book covers." He suggested to the lady before finding a way out of the conversation with Volkh for the moment. " Perhaps Lord Volkh, we will have to discuss that matter further. I am stretched thin as it stands with my kinsmen, and would not want to break any agreement made in haste without knowing what awaits me at home." he explained.
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Natasa Waltine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 19:09:24 GMT -8
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Nov 7, 2018 10:05:09 GMT -8
The girl felt a small twinge of triumph when she locked eyes with Volkh. She could see his anger, but he did nothing. There was a voice in the back of her head that told her she would come to regret it later, but that was later. This was now. A tiny smile slid across her face behind her glass of punch.
When regarded by the Korgan, her head turned to the side in confusion. Book... covers? She didn't even know how to read. What was that supposed to mean? Book covers. Did he want her to read a book on the Korgan? Did such things exist?
She would be scraping Divyna's mind on that one later.
Galh'dor didn't seem too hasty to accept her Lord's offer, and honestly, she knew why. Both the hunger in Volkh's eyes and the experience of being one of his little test subjects were mightily unpleasant things. She didn't wish it on anyone, not even the vampire himself.
"But how did you come to be this way? Beast, but still man? What happens when you get angry? Did, perhaps, someone come along and, um... stab you? With a burning sword?"
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Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Nov 7, 2018 14:51:44 GMT -8
Deidra gave a soft sigh as she rubbed her upper arm awkwardly when there was still no sign of Rudiger. She was beginning to lose hope that he would appear here. To think that she had come all this way for naught was rather disappointing.
She sighed and turned away from the door to look around the room curiously at the party-goers once more. Perhaps there was something else she could busy herself with for a bit until she gave up fully and resigned herselfto the fact Rudiger may not be here. She heard the couple before she saw them talking at the punch bowl. She turned slightly to face the curious looking man standing nearby talking to his companion. Without entirely meaning to, she responded to him- much to Gundulf's dismay.
"I am curious as well. I'm not exactly the best at dancing so I hope it is not too elaborate." Deidra said softly as she swirled her cup of punch, addressing Kojuro.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Nov 7, 2018 16:52:17 GMT -8
Rudiger wasn't quite sure how it was possible, but it was hotter wearing this monkey suit than a set of armor. Maybe because his set of armor was hand made to fit him, or maybe because he was so used to wearing it. Either way, he needed a refreshment. Skirting his way along the sides of the ballroom, he attempted to navigate his way to the punch bowl and the promise of reprieve.
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Registered: Jan 5, 2018 17:01:37 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Nov 7, 2018 19:44:37 GMT -8
"Disappointing, but understandable." the vampire mused as the creature refused his offer. He was curious as to how these "Korgan" existied, but preliminary testing was usually best done with mindless subjects. He supposed finding one of the nonsentient creatures might be more effective, but he quickly brushed the thoughts away. It would be something to deal with at a later date. For now, he gave a slight incline of his head. Prepared to excuse himself and his apprentice from the Galh's presence. Yet even as he did so, Natasa pressed for more details.
He couldn't say he wasn't somewhat interested at the answer to her first question, although he doubted the beast would answer in more depth than he could discover from a round of testing. It wasn't until Natasa brought up a rather-too-specific question that he cast her a look of displeasure.
"Perhaps we shouldn't ask so many...pointed questions, apprentice." he reminded her coldly. "In fact, I think it would be best if we excused ourselves and left Gahl'dor Suebek of the Western Korgan Clan to finish his drink in peace."
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Galh'dor Suebek The Bloody
Established
Smile and wave...just smile and wave.
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: Near seventy.
Physical Description:
A hulking mass of black fur peppered with grey towers over the average human. Two dark green eyes stare intently at anything before this massive figure, his near hound like maw : upturned as if amused. Two horns erupt from behind his hog like ears.
The beast' arms are like tree trunks , human like hands like those of a dock worker drum thoughtfully on his tower shield.
His voice rumbles like the earth about to split " And what shall we do with you?" he muses, his grin growing larger by the moment
Registered: Nov 5, 2018 11:31:08 GMT -8
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Post by Galh'dor Suebek The Bloody on Nov 7, 2018 22:36:27 GMT -8
(This post Addesses:Lord Mykola Volkh, Natasa Waltine )
With every word Gahl strung together more and more about who exactly this woman might have been. She was not well suited for this gathering... she was unraveling at a rate her master had not foreseen... What most would plainly see as noble panic rolled off the lord. At least that's what he saw so close to the two of them. The more she questioned... the worse it became--- He was causing a scene by simply being near her.
He could not allow this woman to unravel any further.
The Korgan held a gentle hand to halt the stream of questions. His posture changed drastically as his facade fell apart like the armor it was, and he looked at her with honest sympathy. He stooped so that none but her and her lord would hear even his voice.
" lady Waltine." His tone was different, like one an uncle used to speak to his niece when she was arguing with her father--- who was correct...
" I do not think now is the time for such a conversation. Should your master wish or think it proper, we can speak at a later time. But please... Heade me when I say your master knows best here. I do not know how much you understand or don't--- The Danger you've put him, and your self in by asking questions." the beast shook his head.
" With every question, you freely hand out several answers. Now while I may not have use of this. But whom might? Your lord may have enemies whom would see him ruined. Events like this are a place where fierce enemies will shake hands while holding a knife under the table. And both will bleed out before showing any sign of pain... Do not put yourself in harm's way---m'lday. " His whispered voice would only sound like the drone of a large bumble bee to anyone outisde these two.
With that out of the way the Beast straightened once more, and bowed at the waste deeply.... far deeper than he had to anyone else at the ball yet. " Pardon my lord Lord Mykola Volkh. I have overstepped myself greatly. I am at your disposal should you deem it fit to regain my standing with you. I only make one bold request to finish my task here before serving. " Gahl prepared himself for the answer... concepts of honor were so binding... So damn taxing.
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Kojuro Hizashi
Dedicated
Lord of Kiyonai
Roleplay posts: 354
Age: 23
Physical Description: Kojuro stands at a little above average height, and a slender, athletic build. His dark brown hair falls to just beneath chin level, and he usually wears it tied back. His eyes are a bright brown colour, so light as to be close to orange. He is usually well but simply dressed, and carries himself with a relaxed air, taking most things in his stride. He has several recently acquired scars, including a sword cut to his left arm which has left him only partial use of that hand, and a another from a sword cut along his jawline on the right side.
Clothes and Equipment: He is normally dressed in conventional attire for his culture and social class. As a lord, his clothing is high quality, though not ostentatious. For everyday wear a simple kosode and hakama, silk courtly robes for official duties, and armour on the battlefield. He prefers greens and blues, though often may be wearing the maroon and gold of the Hizashi clan.
In battle he can be noticed from a distance by the dragonfly crest on his helmet. He also wears a surcoat in Hizashi maroon and gold and a set of lacquered armour bearing the Hizashi clan cherry blossom crest. In battle he is armed with a tachi (long sword) and a tanto (dagger), and also carries a fan to signal orders. He will also be found carrying his swords everywhere, as is usual for samurai.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Player's online availability : For play: Some evenings, GMT. I am not around every day for RP, because life. For chatting/PMs: Most days/eves GMT.
Registered: May 10, 2017 13:44:12 GMT -8
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Post by Kojuro Hizashi on Nov 8, 2018 11:48:46 GMT -8
There were certainly some odd characters in here, Kojuro thought, noting the presence of what could only be described as a demonic-looking figure among the more humanoid people. Probably most would say the same looking at Wuppo picking up the punch bowl and draining it dry. Kojuro laughed at seeing his friend so delighted by the Wuppo-sized bowls, even though it was possibly a coincidence. “How does it taste?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched Wuppo’s face for signs that the ogre was getting drunk. It seemed to break the tension somewhat, and when a blue-gowned lady ( Deidra Nofaló) next to him spoke up, he turned to her with a smile. “Oh, me too. I’ll just be watching. Unless,” the smile slipped a tiny bit, “they don’t expect everyone to dance, do they? I’m afraid I don’t know much about this country’s customs, despite the best efforts of my lady Nakatani, and Lord Akagi here, to teach me what they have learned.” |
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