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 8, 2018 14:20:06 GMT -8
[Post addresses: Galh'dor Suebek the Bloody, Lord Mykola Volkh]
Natasa didn't flinch under Volkh's gaze, as she was far too preoccupied with the Korgan's answer. She closed the distance between them as he stooped, determination painted on her face. Her expression soon soured upon hearing his words. They weren't the ones she wanted to hear.
She opened her mouth to speak, but a lump rose in her throat, halting her. Her hands grasped at her dress, grabbing it in angry fistfuls. None of that made sense to her. Volkh never even had any visitors! How could he have any enemies if none of them even knew he existed? How could anyone make him a target when he was just trying to help her get rid of a curse?
The girl held her breath and put a hand over her wound, trying to stem the flames. They flared gently with her anger, and though she still didn't understand the reasoning behind his words, there was something about being told off by two monstrosities that made her embarrassed to throw such a tantrum.
The Korgan's next words did catch her off guard. Her expression changed to surprise, lips agape. "Wait. No, I... you don't want to!"
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Setseg
Established
Princess of the Tamorjin
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 17
Physical Description: Barely above five feet, Set does not tower, nor does she intimidate. Her face is round with the last bits of baby fat she's yet to grow out of. Though she certainly doesn't miss out on meals, she is only just slim due to some exercise had from horseback riding and training in archery.
Clothes and Equipment: Set wears nothing less than the most extravagant dresses made from fine and expensive cloth and furs.
Allegiances: Tamorjin
Registered: Nov 4, 2018 20:21:02 GMT -8
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Post by Setseg on Nov 8, 2018 14:48:41 GMT -8
[Post addresses: Rudiger Dornmauer]
Though her bodyguard had to be rather strict with her manners, the Tamorjin Princess absolutely understood her standings among these people. She had much more breathing room to be curious and loud and a little invasive because she knew exactly how to make them forgive her for it. She sped around the ballroom ahead of Enkhjargal, eyes twinkling from the lights given off by the chandeliers. "Oh, Enkh! Have you ever seen such a thing before? They are like chimes... but made of light!"
Zooming through the crowd again, she took a detailed look at all the people. So many of them, and all different kinds! There, she saw a monster... and ohh, there, an ogre, like the ones she'd seen in the mountains! And something of a tall, pale fellow who was much too serious for her taste... and a small group of people who were not so much different from herself, though their faces were much more different from the other people in there.
Spinning around, she was about to dart off again only to find herself face-to-chest and not-quite-collided-with a man with an eyepatch. She had stopped a hair's width in front of him, rising onto her tiptoes to stop her momentum.
Despite the near incident, she grinned. "Oh! My mistake. My energy has gotten the best of me." She slid backward on one foot, then gave a small bow, one hand on her chest, the other splayed at her side. "Altansetseg, Princess of the Tamorjin Tribe, daughter of Kuchar, Khan of the Tamorjin Tribe. Pleased to make your acquaintance!"
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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 8, 2018 16:28:32 GMT -8
Lord Volkh silently watched as the creature pledged itself to his service, and its words of wisdom to Natasa. Glancing down to his struggling apprentice, he could see the turmoil burning inside her. Her heart beat quickly, breath similarly sped up as she protested to the the Korgan's promise. Then, lifting a hand, the vampire clasped her shoulder. This touch was not possessive, or a warning. It was light, almost a reassurance more than anything.
"Suebeck," he began calmly as he was looked to for his permission. "you owe me nothing." for a moment the vampire glanced away, taking in the sight of the other party guests. They seemed worlds apart from the three who stood so somberly. "Your standing only grows, and I believe I shall call upon you once again in the future. Your offer of service is appreciated, but you must use your skills to aid your people, yes?" it was almost uncharacteristic, from what Natasa had seen, to offer such mercy. Yet, he had offered it just the same.
"What is your task, exactly?"
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Enkhjargal
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 26
Physical Description: -----
Six feet and rippling with well-toned muscle, Enkhjargal personifies a descendant of the Man of the Mountain. Her skin is tanned and tough, weathered from years of hard riding and brutal battles. Her hair is cut to her lower shoulder, gathered into a braid and bundled at the top of her skull.
Clothes and Equipment: -----
Enkhjargal is the bodyguard of the Princess, and she is equipped for the part. Heavy Deel armor covers her body, supplemented by chain.
Her weapons include a spear and sword, as well as a bow & arrows.
Allegiances: Tamorjin
Registered: Nov 6, 2018 19:45:30 GMT -8
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Post by Enkhjargal on Nov 8, 2018 16:39:19 GMT -8
"Princess Altansetseg, please, you mustn't run!" Enka protested as she chased after her ward in a quick jog. Her armor clattered and rang like a bag of pots and she knew she was drawing too many eyes for her comfort. Her armor was in all technicality ceremonial, but it was battered and dinged. Hardly befitting all the beautiful clothing around her. Even so she wouldn't dare remove it for some frilly dress. After all, there she saw an monster! Crouched over a young woman as if prepared to devour her and oh no, and ogre! A fierce beast like those that roamed the mountains. Another was a tall, mystical looking pale man, some sort of wizard or lich no doubt from the tales she'd heard of Isra.
By the time she had tracked down her princess she had been forced to a stop before a strange man, and she quickly closed the distance between the two. She took her place beside An, eyeing Rudiger with suspicion as she did so. Had this man stopped her princess intentionally? Or was this merely another of the princess' blunders? She resolved not to speak. After all, this could be a dignitary from another region. Despite her best intentions, it was not her place. Instead she took the oppurtunity to look the man up and down, considering how much of a threat he'd be if she were forced to fight.
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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 8, 2018 16:47:00 GMT -8
Rudiger was glad at least one person was paying attention in the crowd, because he certainly wasn't. Apart from trying dodge and duck his way towards the punch bowl, his good eye was surveying the entirety of the room, flashing between streaks of color and extravagance. For a heart beat, he was grateful that he had was thrust into a less flashy suit. His heart did quicken when he spotted a beastman all too familiar to what he had seen on the wilderness road. It seemed Naoki was inviting everyone and their beast to this festivity.
He barely managed to stop as well, and clumsily bowed as he answered, "The pleasure's all mine. Sir Rudiger Dornma... Mindaugas," he hastily corrected himself, still not quite used to the name change. He straightened and gave her body guard a brief nod of greeting.
Then Altansetseg's introduction struck him. It seemed that tonight may be a reunion of sorts for the caravan, "You wouldn't be from Toragana perchance?" he asked the pair politely, his good eyebrow cocking in curiosity.
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Setseg
Established
Princess of the Tamorjin
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 17
Physical Description: Barely above five feet, Set does not tower, nor does she intimidate. Her face is round with the last bits of baby fat she's yet to grow out of. Though she certainly doesn't miss out on meals, she is only just slim due to some exercise had from horseback riding and training in archery.
Clothes and Equipment: Set wears nothing less than the most extravagant dresses made from fine and expensive cloth and furs.
Allegiances: Tamorjin
Registered: Nov 4, 2018 20:21:02 GMT -8
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Post by Setseg on Nov 8, 2018 17:15:42 GMT -8
This elated the young woman, as was apparent by her open-mouthed grin. "So you have heard of our home! Indeed, we are from Toragana. Have you come across one of the messengers of Giant's Hand, perchance? I believe Yuzana-Sonam was assigned to this area. Tall, elven woman who had more to say than she'll ever tell you?"
She rocked back on her heels and never took her eyes off of Rudiger's. Her stare was intense, drawing him into them and stealing his attention. Enkh was very familiar with this look. It was how she drew so many secrets out of her over the years and caused them to lose time when she felt like procrastinating.
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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 8, 2018 18:15:53 GMT -8
Rudiger chuckled slightly as he stared back, humor crackling into his eye even as it was held by Altansetseg's, "In a way, yes I met a messenger, though I didn't meet any elves. I met a caravan from Toragana and joined on as a hand. It's been a while since then however."
Just then a waiter came by with a tray full of glasses of champagne, which Rudiger happily relieved him of one before taking a long sip. His itchy throat relieved somewhat, he continued, "It's a beautiful country up there, I hope to go back some day."
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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 8, 2018 19:17:32 GMT -8
(This post addresses: Lord Mykola Volkh, Natasa Waltine) ( This post mentions: Empress Naoki)
The beast ignored the young woman's protest, she had much too large a heart to fit into this party he wagered, instead nodding his head while still bowing, a sigh of relief almost escaped him. Sometimes fate was kind to the kind it seemed--- at least today.
"Many thanks, My Lord Mykola Volkh, merely send for me and I shall arrive." He said standing upright again before continuing.
"Ah yes, I am here to inform The Empress Naoki of my clan's actions, and warn her of the dangers moving nearer her boarders from the outlands. A decent sized pack of unaware are wandering this direction and should be dealt with brutally if encountered. While I have no doubt this would be the case had I not been here, I felt the need to warn her none the less. I also come to request safe passage for my clan to actively quest through her lands to remove the invasive threat my kin pose...without much bloodshed if possible" His eyes shifted to the woman" A battalion of my kind does not exactly look friendly at first glance wouldn't you agree "His hushed tone clearly suggested he was making a joke. " And of course, to offer her a gift for the invitation." He said patting his coat pocket.
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Setseg
Established
Princess of the Tamorjin
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 17
Physical Description: Barely above five feet, Set does not tower, nor does she intimidate. Her face is round with the last bits of baby fat she's yet to grow out of. Though she certainly doesn't miss out on meals, she is only just slim due to some exercise had from horseback riding and training in archery.
Clothes and Equipment: Set wears nothing less than the most extravagant dresses made from fine and expensive cloth and furs.
Allegiances: Tamorjin
Registered: Nov 4, 2018 20:21:02 GMT -8
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Post by Setseg on Nov 8, 2018 19:57:19 GMT -8
The princess' smile vanished for a moment. "A... caravan?" she asked. "I didn't know anyone sent caravans out until... recently. How long ago would you say this was, Sir Mindaugas?"
How curious. A caravan. It was very plausible that people had ventured out before, but a whole caravan? It wouldn't be the most difficult thing to do so unnoticed, but not the easiest thing to do period. The mountains were so treacherous. Barely anyone would survive the journey the way she and Enkh had. They had quite a few shamans to help them across, at that.
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Enkhjargal
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 26
Physical Description: -----
Six feet and rippling with well-toned muscle, Enkhjargal personifies a descendant of the Man of the Mountain. Her skin is tanned and tough, weathered from years of hard riding and brutal battles. Her hair is cut to her lower shoulder, gathered into a braid and bundled at the top of her skull.
Clothes and Equipment: -----
Enkhjargal is the bodyguard of the Princess, and she is equipped for the part. Heavy Deel armor covers her body, supplemented by chain.
Her weapons include a spear and sword, as well as a bow & arrows.
Allegiances: Tamorjin
Registered: Nov 6, 2018 19:45:30 GMT -8
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Post by Enkhjargal on Nov 9, 2018 11:49:02 GMT -8
Having no intention of interrupting, Enkh was prepared for a relatively boring experience tonight. Unless someone got any funny ideas, chances were that she'd just need to keep her mouth shut. That was, until the man before her guessed they were from Toragana. Her interest peaked somewhat, she focused on the conversation in more detail. At least until the man uttered words that nearly made her heart stop. The caravan.
"Princess Altansetseg!" she blurted suddenly, loudly enough that a couple of people glanced back at her before returning to their previous conversations. Calming herself she brought her voice down a few octaves, trying to still the sudden tension in her chest she doubted anyone else could think of the source to. "Princess, I hear that in Isra it is very rude to attend a party without first thanking the host, especially if you're royalty! Before talking to this man we should find Empress Naoki." she reached out, pointing towards the dining tent.
"She will probably be in the largest tent since she's the Khan, er, Empress." she explained and began physically ushering the princess, lining her up with the tent and pointing as if hoping she'd sail over there like a river boat.
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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 9, 2018 14:25:56 GMT -8
(Addressing Kojuro Hizashi) (Mentions: Rudiger Dornmauer)
Deidra gave a small shrug as she fiddled with her cup. "I would hope not. I mean, they can hardly force us to dance can they? I've spent about a year in this country and I'm still not completely well acquainted with their customs. To dance is like learning ones sparring drills without a sword and a little less forceful. I'm sure with a bit of help from your lady you would do a fine job." Deidra reassured him with a small smile. "As for I, I fear I may step on quite a few toes."
Gundulf started growling lowly on her finger, his clever eyes having spotted something but being as Deidra had become involved in a conversation, he couldn't very well reveal himself to all present by announcing the man she was looking for was mere feet away talking with some other strange woman.
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Selene
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Selene has a curvaceous figure with porcelain skin, and starlight silver locks. Her eyes gleam lavender, as she prefers to dress in shades of blue, purple, silver or black.
Clothes and Equipment: Selene wears a variety of blue, purple black and silver dresses, preferring cool colors. She has an enchanted sapphire around her neck, protecting her from harmful toxins, enchantments or curses.
Registered: Jul 21, 2018 18:57:24 GMT -8
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Post by Selene on Nov 9, 2018 19:15:05 GMT -8
Selene stared at the ballroom, eyes looking for someone of importance. Sure, Naoki was here, but she could talk to her later. No, Selene was all business now. She could play later. Her keen eyes looked around. Hopefully she'd find someone she was looking for, or someone would find her.
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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 9, 2018 19:26:13 GMT -8
Rudiger was about to answer, yes, it was a caravan, and it was about five or six months before his life took a spiral out of control, but he was rather rudely interrupted by her ward. Well, he wasn't one to argue over what was appropriate to do at parties such as this, as he had spent the last decade having his "formal" soirees being held in cow sheds and barns. In fact, in some ways they were probably preferable to this.
Shrugging, Rudiger turned to escape the ballroom, feeling a rumbling in his stomach as the champagne settled in his gut. It probably wouldn't be wise to try and drink more champagne without getting at least a small bite in.
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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 9, 2018 21:40:55 GMT -8
(Addressing Deidra and Kojuro)
"It is difficult to pin down anyone specific set of customs to the Israns. They delight in accepting people from all over, all manner of different races and cultures all combined into one city. They blend together in a very fascinating manner."
He took a sip of the punch as well, continuing to look about at the strange assortment of creatures that filled the hall.
"And many tend to take from each other's cultures, fortunately though they do not seem to take offense at an improper act. Very different from back home."
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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 10, 2018 9:59:47 GMT -8
(Deidra, Akagi)
“Sometimes expectation is more compelling than force,” Kojuro replied, as one of the waiters passed by, offering glasses of wine on a tray. Kojuro took one, thanking him, since there was no-one pouring the punch. “You're a warrior,” he said to Deirdra, clearly approving. “I too feel more comfortable with a sword in my hand than on the dance floor. If you've been here only a year, may I ask where you are from?”
He looked to Akagi as his fellow daimyo had some words of wisdom about Isran customs. “I'm starting to think everything here is the opposite of back home!” He had to agree with Akagi, it was fascinating, and he was glad they were used to foreigners making mistakes, at least if he didn't fully understand their customs then maybe he didn't worry too much. Talking of which …. “How rude, I didn't introduce myself. Kojuro Hizashi of Tawakoshi.” He gave Deidra a small bow, hoping she would give her name in return.
Kojuro took a sip of the glass of red wine he had acquired. He expected it to be much less strong than sake since it was served in a much bigger glass but if anything it was stronger. Israns obviously had an appetite for a good time, then.
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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 10, 2018 18:26:10 GMT -8
Deidra tensed imperceptibly at the question, cursing herself with being so loose lipped. She remained composed though as she gave him a small smile chuckling softly. "I am a warrior yes, trained in the way of the knight from a tender age. As for where I hail from, I regret to say it is so far removed you wouldn't recognize the name if I were to tell you so. As for my name-"
Only saying her name could hardly hurt could it?
"My given name is Deidra of Parts Unknown. A pleasure to make your acquaintance Sir Hizashi." She said as she swept into a perfect curtsy, ducking her head slightly, her hand covering her heart. Gundulf's growling was growing more insistent now, rumbles of frustration running up her arm as he watched their target speak before excusing himself out of the room. He gave a heavy sigh as Rudiger left and the bracelet tightened painfully around Deidra's arm making her hiss and jump slightly grabbing her arm and shooting a glare at her hand. It wasn't as if she could leave the conversation so abruptly now! And if he was here, she'd find him wherever he went.
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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 10, 2018 19:52:20 GMT -8
Natasa was nearly in the mind to shrug Volkh's hand away from her shoulder before she heard his words. As she looked up at him, utter disbelief etched into her delicate features, her figure sloped. She struggled to articulate her shock, only able to croak a weak, "What?"
She barely listened to Suebek, her mind a swirling fog of confusion. She caught his comment and barely smiled. The whole night she had been given so many more questions than she even wanted the answers to. Perhaps the Korgan were like the fae, created to confuse and befuddle simple humans like herself. Either that or she was just too stupid to understand educated nobles.
Quietly, the cursed woman hoped for the former.
"Well, good luck," she told Suebek, arms crossed. It was all she had to say.
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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 10, 2018 20:41:13 GMT -8
(Addressing Deidra and Kojuro)
"I am Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku, pleasure to meet you Deidra. and Indeed, Kojuro, it is opposite..." Deidra's sudden outburst caught him off guard and he paused reaching out a hand as if to assist.
"Are you alright? Do you need to sit down?" His hand had even twitched towards his waist momentarily, before he remembered his weapons were with the guards at the gate.
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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 10, 2018 21:08:46 GMT -8
Volkh arched a brow when Suebeck revealed his mission. There was going to be an attack by these creatures? It made sense that Galh'dor would seek to mitigate his people's involvement as quickly as possible. After all, the idea that Isra might try and wipe the creatures off the map after such an event was a possibility that could not be so easily overlooked.
"Coincidentally, I myself was seeking to speak to the Empress. Perhaps we may do so together, strengthen each other's stories." he offered. There was a few potential benefits he could pick and choose out of this scenario, and it could never hurt to gain allies. Particularly ones of such apparent strength. "Natasa and I will join you at the Empress' table later."
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Setseg
Established
Princess of the Tamorjin
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 17
Physical Description: Barely above five feet, Set does not tower, nor does she intimidate. Her face is round with the last bits of baby fat she's yet to grow out of. Though she certainly doesn't miss out on meals, she is only just slim due to some exercise had from horseback riding and training in archery.
Clothes and Equipment: Set wears nothing less than the most extravagant dresses made from fine and expensive cloth and furs.
Allegiances: Tamorjin
Registered: Nov 4, 2018 20:21:02 GMT -8
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Post by Setseg on Nov 10, 2018 23:04:15 GMT -8
An jumped! The sudden shout of her bodyguard had her whipping around with her eyes so wide that the skin stretched. She was about to scold her until she heard what the woman had to say.
"... is that right? Well, I suppose I shan't dally any longer-" Spinning around, the princess bowed to the former knight-errant. "Farewell for now. I will attempt to find you at another time, Sir Mindaugas. We have much to discuss!"
She peeled off from the crowd and reached for Enkh's hand to pull her toward one of the empress' table. She showed no sign of suspicion, though the princess was known for playing dumb when she was everything but.
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