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 22:26:59 GMT -8
The girl followed him with a scowl, brows forming a variety of lines across her forehead. "M'Lord, what in the world-"
She was cut off when he spoke with utter disregard for what she had to say. Natasa couldn't recall him ever having done so before and it made her very angry. The flames of her mortal wound flared until the moment she spotted a regal, elderly figure before her. Her mood changed drastically, at once becoming immensely curious as she looked upon her. She looked back up to Volkh, who was looking less and less disagreeable by the minute, though she still found a spark of anger for him somewhere deep inside.
She hastily bowed to the woman before them but said nothing more. This was one of those things best left to the Lord, she suspected.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Nov 10, 2018 23:15:42 GMT -8
Turning around slowly at the words of Lord Volkh, Grandma briefly regarded him and his apprentice in silence. She recognized both him and his apprentice from the dining tent. While it was rather clear Lord Volkh was a vampire, the nature of his apprentice was something that currently eluded her. Offering a nod of respect to the pair, a slight smile broke the old woman’s face.
“We are rather fortunate for it to have not rained us out at this event, Lord Volkh. It’s a pleasure to meet both you and your apprentice on this fine evening. I am Grandma, the Imperial Vizier of Isra. I was just in a rather heated argument with a fellow guest, I hope it didn’t disturb you too much. Sometimes I simply lose myself in the moment.”
Her argument with Alured had led her to exert slightly more of her magical power than she had intended. Volkh was likely to feel the magical ability in the old woman begin to dwindle rather rapidly. She didn’t want to draw any excess attention from her being careless, but the two guest her blunder had potentially drawn to her… Well, she was hardly displeased with them approaching her, even if it hadn’t been her intention.
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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 23:49:32 GMT -8
There was a pang of hunger that shook Volkh. Not one of the longing, feral pangs that sang to him to incite his sanguine appetite. This was a pang of intellectual curiosity. This "Grandma" was talented at hiding her magic, but like any secret from schoolchild to King, once it was revealed it was impossible to return to secrecy. He was under no illusion than woman before him was a dainty old woman than she was that he were any well-meaning lord.
"Grandma, yes of course. My minions can collect information, but they are quite fuzzy on details." he mused. "I'm surprised to see an argument, most of the guests seem to be getting along well enough. Of course, I know better than to talk to those who might wish me ill. It's bad form." he glanced where Alured had left, a ghost of a smile gracing his lips. "If I may be so bold, would you be willing to disclose the nature of your argument?" the question was a bit pointed, but he soon tore his gaze away from wehere the figured had retreated.
"It certainly came across as rather heated."
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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 Nov 11, 2018 0:36:45 GMT -8
Considering his words, Grandma shifted her cane, moving a step or so closer to the pair. It was only expected that those coming to the Ball here in Isra had done research into the Isran government. Or, perhaps she should amend that, the wise would have done their research.
“A man who comes in prepared… I can appreciate that, Lord Volkh. You are quite right, there are very few guests here who want anything confrontational happening to them at this Ball. They fear to leave a bad impression. I don’t think the man I just had one with wanted an argument either, but I admittedly forced it upon him.”
So he wanted to know the nature of the debate. She could give that to him.
“Have you heard of the Church of Varafel? The man I was just having a heated discussion with was their Archbishop, Alured Norian.”
Grandma waited to gauge Lord Volkh’s reaction to the Archbishop’s name before she went into further detail.
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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 11, 2018 8:23:31 GMT -8
"Archbishop you say? My, my, what a lofty title Mr. Norian seems to have." he addressed, perhaps a bit too pointedly. "The Church of Varafel you say? Now that is interesting. I haven't heard of it, per se, but I'm well-acquainted with the concept. But please, go on." the vampire seemed genuinely interested, although he had a care to, on occasion, glance at Natasa to make certain she didn't seem completely miserable.
There was a chill in the air, a fact he was forced to learn secondhand. He had no sensitivities for such things. Unslinging his mantle it shimmered with runic magic as he draped it instead over the shoulders of his apprentice. It trailed lightly to the ground, although provided a surprisingly ample amount of warmth. Turning his attention back to Grandma he briefly signified that she once again had his full attention.
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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 11, 2018 10:11:55 GMT -8
Selene drifted towards the Hedge Maze, the noise from the ballroom distracting her. Collecting her thoughts, she walked into the maze, eyes scaning the area, in both magical energy and not.
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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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Post by Grandma on Nov 11, 2018 12:09:56 GMT -8
Although she couldn’t be sure, the way Lord Volkh referred to him as “Mr. Norian” gave Grandma pause. Perhaps he had run into him in the past? She suspected they were both rather old and given how far on opposite ends of the spectrum each of them was, it was a possibility she’d have to keep in mind.
“Myself and the Archbishop were engaged in a rather heated debate regarding some of the beliefs of his religion. You see, the Church of Varafel has some very strong opinions when it comes to the undead. To put it bluntly, they wish for the undead to be wiped from the Overworld and their ashes scattered to the four corners of the earth. I raised some objections to this outlook that I suspect the Archbishop felt were heretical.”
Idly stroking the capstone of her cane, Grandma offered Lord Volkh a slightly bemused look.
“I can imagine you might also have similar objections to such teachings.”
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Healer Julane Gael
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 27
Physical Description: Healer Julane is a tall, slender woman with soft glacial blue inquisitive eyes and long, silky smooth white hair, falling straight down to about halfway down her back, prim and well taken care of. Her eyebrows are almost always slightly furrowed, and her soft pink lips always turned up into a smile, giving her a gentle, kindly face, despite its slender and otherwise sharp features. Her figure is slim and somewhat muted, with a rather unimpressive bust and legs meant less for outdoorsy physical activity and more for long strides across a library. Her fingers are long and slender, like a pianist's, and although they tend to be utilised more for flipping pages and casting spells, she does "dabble" in the citole, as she puts it, though in reality she's a very proficient musician. Her voice is soft, clear, and crisp, wonderfully suited for calming down patients or ordering nurses around without so much as a raised tone.
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Healer Julane is almost always dressed in her white, plain and yet elegant flowing silken robes, the upper half of which is split to show a long tract of flesh down the centre of her torso, the reason behind this stated to be to disarm patients upon the battlefield by showing them that she is unarmed and not an enemy, although it has the side-effect of looking somewhat unnecessarily immodest. The lower half, however, is slightly thicker, the skirt overlapping on itself once in the front, falling down to right below her ankles to cover her booted feet without making her trip over herself.
She almost always wears a storage belt with phials and small satchels hanging off of it, making a musical clinking as she walks along. A small, ornate and yet primitive round charm with two eagle feathers hanging from leather cords is always on her person, usually latched to her belt, and she has been known to risk her own life to retrieve it if lost. No one knows the purpose of the object, but all know it is sacred to her.
Unlike her mentor, Andraste, Julane doesn't carry about a hefty tome full of spells. Instead, she carries about a compact booklet full of all the incantations, evocations, and charms a healer must know in order to be proficient. In addition to this, her staff is made of solid redwood, straight and well-carved with swirling Elven runes etched into its length, the tip widening and spiralling about to caress a large opal the size of a fist, quite an unusual channelling stone to be upon a mage's staff. Its utility is singular: light, defence, and healing spells, and the stone excels at enhancing those magics, but one will find it difficult if not impossible or extremely dangerous to cast offensive, dark, or blood magic spells using the stone. Luckily, it's perfect for Julane. Although she doesn't know it, Healer Julane is also very good at passive magical suggestion, her words seeming to carry a tone of authority no matter how they're spoken, causing those undefended hearts and minds to be drawn to her ideals.
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Post by Healer Julane Gael on Nov 13, 2018 12:29:14 GMT -8
Julane squeaks as her arm is grasped and she's pulled around a different corner, but she doesn't make a move to resist, instead just giving Francois a perplexed look, eyebrows raised. "You know, I don't think we're likely to be eavesdropped on. Even if we were, we've every right to talk about something like this, you know," she says. "It's not as if they could get away with somehow silencing us, anyway."
Her expression changes to one of a slight sheepishness as she continues. "You know, I was actually in the middle of reading a dissertation on the application of traditionally destructive magics -- like pyromancy, umbramancy, or necromancy -- in the practice of healing when I got the invitation. I only skimmed it as I was eager to get back to my reading, so I didn't notice anything particularly odd about it. Anyhow, a rule like that is certainly not one I would support. Still, surely there must be some reason the Empress has included it. Perhaps, er...a specific gnome she means to exclude and is using ambiguous language to avoid some sort of social snafu?" she posits.
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Francois Nicolet Montcalm
Established
Liberty! Equality! Brotherhood!
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 43
Physical Description: In regards to build he is as average as one may be. Marginally less than 6 feet tall, working man's muscles, well bred if not handsome features, as well as a black mustache and thin yet very dark black hair coupled with hazel eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He will wear sensible and semi-formal clothing no matter the occasion, and a cap when outdoors. He has basic experience fighting dirty and making weapons out of every day things; pitchforks, scythes, even baguettes dried rock hard for use as a club, one of which he will always carry.
Registered: Jun 15, 2016 6:24:29 GMT -8
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Post by Francois Nicolet Montcalm on Nov 13, 2018 16:31:46 GMT -8
Francois shrugged, once more examining his surroundings. "I personally don't like my conversations overheard by any but those they pertain to, even if I do for a moment believe that expressing such opinions will not bring harm upon me and that which I cherish. Tell me dear, have you heard the tale of Jean Lait?"
As Julane went on his mustache curled in confusion but then he gave the healer a cynical, unamused look. "Madam, I do not mean to worsen whatever opinion or feelings you may have about me that which may be interpreted as condescension, but I will really recommend you do not accept invitations and the likes without looking through precisely what they entail." He shook his head sorrowfully, before continuing. "No, I am afraid. The language explicitly prevents the entry of gnomes to the ball. Perhaps the Empress is wishing to avoid some gnome she has personal quarrel with but experiences of one or even many are not grounds for indictment of a whole."
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Healer Julane Gael
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 27
Physical Description: Healer Julane is a tall, slender woman with soft glacial blue inquisitive eyes and long, silky smooth white hair, falling straight down to about halfway down her back, prim and well taken care of. Her eyebrows are almost always slightly furrowed, and her soft pink lips always turned up into a smile, giving her a gentle, kindly face, despite its slender and otherwise sharp features. Her figure is slim and somewhat muted, with a rather unimpressive bust and legs meant less for outdoorsy physical activity and more for long strides across a library. Her fingers are long and slender, like a pianist's, and although they tend to be utilised more for flipping pages and casting spells, she does "dabble" in the citole, as she puts it, though in reality she's a very proficient musician. Her voice is soft, clear, and crisp, wonderfully suited for calming down patients or ordering nurses around without so much as a raised tone.
Clothes and Equipment: ===========================================
Healer Julane is almost always dressed in her white, plain and yet elegant flowing silken robes, the upper half of which is split to show a long tract of flesh down the centre of her torso, the reason behind this stated to be to disarm patients upon the battlefield by showing them that she is unarmed and not an enemy, although it has the side-effect of looking somewhat unnecessarily immodest. The lower half, however, is slightly thicker, the skirt overlapping on itself once in the front, falling down to right below her ankles to cover her booted feet without making her trip over herself.
She almost always wears a storage belt with phials and small satchels hanging off of it, making a musical clinking as she walks along. A small, ornate and yet primitive round charm with two eagle feathers hanging from leather cords is always on her person, usually latched to her belt, and she has been known to risk her own life to retrieve it if lost. No one knows the purpose of the object, but all know it is sacred to her.
Unlike her mentor, Andraste, Julane doesn't carry about a hefty tome full of spells. Instead, she carries about a compact booklet full of all the incantations, evocations, and charms a healer must know in order to be proficient. In addition to this, her staff is made of solid redwood, straight and well-carved with swirling Elven runes etched into its length, the tip widening and spiralling about to caress a large opal the size of a fist, quite an unusual channelling stone to be upon a mage's staff. Its utility is singular: light, defence, and healing spells, and the stone excels at enhancing those magics, but one will find it difficult if not impossible or extremely dangerous to cast offensive, dark, or blood magic spells using the stone. Luckily, it's perfect for Julane. Although she doesn't know it, Healer Julane is also very good at passive magical suggestion, her words seeming to carry a tone of authority no matter how they're spoken, causing those undefended hearts and minds to be drawn to her ideals.
Registered: Sept 27, 2015 19:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Healer Julane Gael on Nov 15, 2018 18:14:07 GMT -8
"And I recommend you do not attempt to speak in such a way that conveys intelligence without first improving upon your understanding of the context in which complex words should be used," retorts Julane, with an edge to her voice for the first time since she's started speaking to Montcalm, "so perhaps we've both made errors here tonight. In any case, who is Jean Lait? I have not heard this name before." She doesn't usually get short with people -- in fact, it's such a rare occurrence that were Francois to relay this interaction to any who have interacted with the healer personally he would be faced with incredulity -- but this man is becoming increasingly irritating both in his mannerisms and his bold and ultimately ignoble claims of his own kindness. His qualifier that he is not being condescending, too, does not stop him from sounding condescending.
However, despite the obvious irritation in her tone, her expression remains nearly unchanged, although the soft smile that usually touches the edges of her lips has gone in favour of a flat-lipped neutral expression. It's clear to any who consider themselves a good orator that the constant jabs have begun to cause erosion of her interest, and while she may be an unusually patient human, she is human nonetheless and only has so much tolerance for fluff.
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Francois Nicolet Montcalm
Established
Liberty! Equality! Brotherhood!
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 43
Physical Description: In regards to build he is as average as one may be. Marginally less than 6 feet tall, working man's muscles, well bred if not handsome features, as well as a black mustache and thin yet very dark black hair coupled with hazel eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He will wear sensible and semi-formal clothing no matter the occasion, and a cap when outdoors. He has basic experience fighting dirty and making weapons out of every day things; pitchforks, scythes, even baguettes dried rock hard for use as a club, one of which he will always carry.
Registered: Jun 15, 2016 6:24:29 GMT -8
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Post by Francois Nicolet Montcalm on Nov 16, 2018 21:00:02 GMT -8
The man raised an annoyed eyebrow once more, sighing. "Madam I expected you to show civility as you asked of me, I shan't give in to the barbs for I like to think of myself as better than that, but I would ask you to not do so again. You might be suppressing emotion but believe me I am too. If you disagree with my advice and such then I hope you take no offence; I am of man just as you and am most certainly fallible."
Giving a dismissive wave hoping whatever obstruction to the meat of the matter at hand was done, he continued. "When I came to Isra, I set up my Cafe it was... four years ago, somewhat more. I then met a friend of mine by chance, Jean Lait. Isra was still a democracy back then and he joined the assembly as perhaps the only opposition leader to Madam Naoki. Of course this will sound like embellishment for dramatic effect, but the fact is before he could get anything done he disappeared without a trace. Mysterious circumstances I am told." Francois sighed, smoothing back his hair. "Coward that I was I stayed low in my cafe, doing nothing. But a year ago I lost my wife and son. Cowardice was forced out of me and here I am. But just because I no longer fear for myself that does not mean I am not on the lookout for safety of my comrades. That, Mademoiselle, is why I show such suspicion or caution."
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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 20, 2018 10:56:20 GMT -8
Looking up at Volkh, Natasa found herself surprised at the level of emotion he was displaying. First was his eagerness to come into the maze: she had never seen him excited before. And to see someone like-
The girl turned her head to stare at this older woman. What was so special about her? She wasn't someone that was familiar with her Lord, though she was rather old and it would have been very much plausible. As old as she was, however, the woman didn't strike her as being frail. Who exactly was she to capture his interest so vehemently?
Next was this Alured figure. When the vampire turned to glance behind, Natasa latched her eyes onto something she'd never seen before: something she never thought the man was even capable of: a smile. It wasn't without the darkness that she had grown accustomed to from him, but it was rather different than anything she had seen him do before. She remembered once he had laughed, but it was so dry and mocking that she doubted the presence of any glee.
Lastly was the most surprising thing coming from her Lord. She had many things on her mind and the pervasive chill had not been one of them until the mantle was plopped onto her shoulders. Both the gesture and the cloth were so warm, she finally realized how her skin itched from the cold. She offered a nod in thanks, though she was nothing less than confused. Was this all for keeping up appearances?
So many questions and she doubted she would get any good answers! For now, she just listened to Volkh and this... Grandma speak but kept to herself.
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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 20, 2018 12:22:15 GMT -8
"My feelings on my fellow undead aren't welcoming, perhaps, as one might suspect. A mantis does not consider the spider to be its ally, although its sensibilities and goals may be closely matched. However I certainly harbor no ambitions of their utter destruction or, more importantly, my own." Lord Volkh mused, nodding at the elderly woman's assumption.
"But enough about the Archbishop," he continued, the title dripping with bemused disapproval. "I'm more interested in the Empire. The last time I was out of my castle, I did not see such a thing, but that was perhaps two centuries ago. I'm curious how an empire has been established and made itself so powerful in such a short time. Certainly by magical means, from what my minions have informed me of, but I'm more interested to hear about it from such an illustrious individual as yourself."
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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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Post by Grandma on Nov 20, 2018 22:03:45 GMT -8
“I suppose it’s understandable that a man such as yourself might not care for the less subtle methods of your distant brethren.”
Volkh didn’t seem interested in discussing Alured. Although she was interested to find if Lord Volkh knew any details about the man, she decided it would be rude to press the issue at the moment. Perhaps another time she would ask him for additional details on the Archbishop.
“Two centuries since you were last out of your castle? You should really get out more, Lord Volkh.”
Grandma let out a slight chuckle at her playful quip before regarding him with a more serious look.
“The Free City of Isra brought together all the outcast and misfits scattered across the Overworld. This large influx of citizens included many individuals of extraordinary talent to help transform it into the juggernaut it is today. Isra was already on an upward trend as a republic, but under the guidance of Naoki all the pieces for a superpower fell into place. Republics and Democracies can certainly be successful, but I hold they can’t match the sheer heights of an empire guided by a strong leader. So while magic certainly helped Isra progress and grow quickly, what you really must look at is what brought such powerful magic to Isra in the first place.”
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Lord Waldemar Andreas
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: Middle aged.
Physical Description: Particularly tall at just about seven feet he has wide shoulders and a generally powerful frame of clear patrician nature that makes those who set eyes upon him instinctively feel subservience and want to bend the knee. His hair is a faintly aged silver, his skin a weathered beige and eyes marine. He has a quite well maintained set of whiskers, and a relatively aquiline face.
Clothes and Equipment: Assorted nobleman's trappings. Master-crafted plate, Knightly robes. He carries with him a large one-and-a-half handed sword.
Registered: Feb 1, 2018 17:59:26 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Waldemar Andreas on Nov 27, 2018 11:56:43 GMT -8
Waldemar came to the hedge maze some ten minutes earlier than he had agreed on with Lord Kojuro preferring imperfect but considerate punctuality to on the dot punctuality. Momentarily he wondered if coming early would be suspicious to his counterparts, but he dismissed the notion as unproductive. Instead he stood still checking a pocket watch every so often. Things that were potentially very, very important hinged on the meeting....
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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 Dec 1, 2018 9:34:30 GMT -8
With a ghost of a smile, Volkh tilted his head forward slightly at Grandma's "Getting out" comment. He had no solid counter to the fact. He was rusty, and it showed! Minions were all well and good at relaying the basics, but one had to see with one's own eyes how the world was changing. However, it seemed he was about to get the next best thing: an assessment from the Vizier. Listening thoughtfully to her explanation of Isra's growth, as well as the leading hand of its Empress, he quickly picked up what information he could.
"I couldn't agree more," he offered, "I don't doubt the masses of humans can get nearly anything done given enough time. However, it's that unification, a sense of central purpose that makes them powerful. An empire provides such a purpose. I foresee great things in Isra's future, I'm sure. This Empress, Naoki? Could you tell me more about her? It takes an individual of great will to unify peoples of different cultures so neatly."
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Dec 1, 2018 11:37:18 GMT -8
- Enter from The Bonfire - - Mood - "It's... interesting?" comments Kate. She did not have a good look on the shape of the maze from her point of view so the smug aura it was emitting was lost on her. All she saw were bushes arranged in a manner that was at war with her sense of exterior planning. She walked inside with Naoki, smiling but avoiding direct contact with her eyes. "I wonder what will happen if we get to the center of it all? A fountain? A pot of gold? Nothing at all? A bench would be nice." Kate tried to fill every silence with a comment or a question. Something about the thought of silence was intolerable to her right now. A little ways inside the maze, when Kate didn't hear any other part guests she stopped for a second, and kicked the heels from her feet. "Sorry. They're so tight." She smirked and flailed them around when they continued. "Can I go first?" Regardless of the answer she would start nigh immediately. "So how big is it now? Your... thing." It felt strange to say 'Your empire'. "I remember I passed the border earlier when I came back this time."
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Dec 1, 2018 15:50:11 GMT -8
“ Mmmh,” Naoki murmurs acknowledgement. “I don’t know; it’ll be a surprise.” In comparison, Naoki is quiet and doesn’t contribute to filling the silence. While she still has so many things to ask and say, it’s not difficult to tell: Kate isn’t comfortable and feels bad for having left. Further, seeing as how she hasn’t mentioned it, she probably didn’t find whatever it was she was looking for. To return unsuccessful after so long, only to hear “ Yes, I’m mad,”… Naoki exhales. She shouldn’t have said that. When they pause, Naoki smiles. A lot of good memories begin with Kate’s shoes coming off. “Sure,” she gestures. Naoki is happy to follow. There’s not quite enough space to walk abreast, so she falls in just behind. The meaning of Kate's question isn't clear at first. “... You mean Isra?” “It is bigger, I suppose. The borders creep out over time, but there’s still essentially just the Plains, the Mountains, and The Expanse, which you know, and then The Duchy of Meridian — which was once Medan, and The Duchy of Vortua, which is new.” “Vortua borders on The Free Plains to the south-east, down toward the southernmost part of The Eastern Forest. The short story is such that for some time, The Duchy was ruled by a line of dukes. All went well right up until the point the last one died without an heir.” Naoki is glad to have the chance to monologue; talking about things is easy. “The noble houses did the only logical thing they could do in such a situation and had a long, bloody civil war. It was bad enough that somewhat recently, the warring houses came together and made an agreement to end the war. They decided to give the crown to a third party: a particular Empress known for her benevolence. Here, look.” Naoki extends her hand to show that she wears two silver rings; Isra’s signet ring and another, with a depiction of a man on horseback inlaid in gold. “They’re very much into horses,” she explains. “They breed very good horses, of course, world-renowned — the center of their economy, but as I understand, horses are also involved in most of their cultural ceremonies and are at the foundation of their religion. They swear by ‘ The Heavenly Horsemen.’” “I haven’t visited,” Naoki admits, “And I don’t speak the language, so Vortua is being governed by a provisional governor I appointed. … There’s going to be a new duke, though; I’m going to announce that at the summit. Evidently, the last Duke took a liking to one of his maids, so there’s a gentleman named Rudiger — now 30 years old, was living as a Knight Errant — who’s heir to the throne. The noble families brought him to my attention and having taken the time to assess him; I think he’s a suitable enough candidate. He’s very… principled. If he’s able to handle the paperwork, learns how politics work, and doesn’t get immediately overthrown, I think he’ll do well — and I think Vortua will do well under him.” As they continue through the maze, Naoki pays little attention to their course, instead focusing on the manner in which Kate’s dress accentuates her figure and shifts as she walks, none too subtle in her ogling.
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Dec 1, 2018 17:24:17 GMT -8
Kate listened intently when Naoki was speaking about the lands that had joined in the Empire. Some of the finer points went over her head but it made her happy to hear her speak. Very happy. She wrapped around her as she talked. To not just hear but feel every word.
God she had missed this.
“I was… far. All of this is news to me.” She ran a handful of Naoki’s hair through her hand. “But all those people must be really grateful to you. They have a stable government. And a stable leader. They have another day to… play with their horses.” The signet ring amused her. “In a year or two you’ll be wearing more metal than skin.”
The 'stable leader' didn’t make a good job of hiding her interest in Kate’s outfit. She found that very flattering and… Well when she looked at her like that it usually lead to something or things.
“See something you like?” Kate tugged her neckline nonchalantly. “I wonder how much further to the center..? You do have a little more time for me don’t you?” She smiled impishly.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Dec 2, 2018 14:43:52 GMT -8
In response to Kate’s obviously rhetorical questions, Naoki’s eyebrows raise, her mouth gaped, speechless. Suddenly, the night air feels significantly warmer. She swallows, torn between duty and lust.
“We shouldn’t,” the rational portion of Naoki’s brain says aloud, “Not here, and not now. We won’t be able to stop.”
She takes a deep breath in an attempt to clear her mind, but can’t take her eyes away. She was able to exercise restraint in the eyes of others, but now that they’re somewhat alone, the desire to pounce is strong.
“Anything else, I could cancel, I would cancel. Any other night, we would be on the third round by now, but of all nights, you picked tonight,” Naoki whispers, anguished to no small degree. “Why?” The question is largely rhetorical, but the temptation is real, and that filigree isn’t helping.
“We should continue,” she suggests, albeit not very convincingly. “There’s more to tell; goodness knows we have plenty to talk about.” Still, Naoki doesn’t take the first step.
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