The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Nov 2, 2018 23:07:11 GMT -8
The largest tent erected for The Night Ball is easily the Dining Hall. Within, no fewer than twenty chandeliers have been hung to provide light for the tables below. Rather than the long feasting tables customary of lower-class events, The Night Ball features many small tables, to cultivate a feeling of sophistication and encourage table-hopping. At the front of the tent, there’s a small stage with a podium, presumably for giving speeches. Wait staff borrowed from The Moonlight Eclipse weave between the tables, delivering platters from the kitchen to those guests who ordered them. Alternatively, there are a series of tables in the rear of the tent where guests may serve themselves from the wide selection of available delicacies.
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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 4, 2018 12:41:33 GMT -8
Entering the dining tent, Grandma offered murmurs of greetings to the few individuals who had already arrived and placed trying the food as their first order of business. Other than a few stragglers, however, the dining tent was mostly empty at present. Taking a seat at one of the empty tables near the tent's entrance, Grandma called over a server, ordering herself a selection of wine as well as a few appetizers. There were a few people she was interested in conversing with at the Ball, but they had yet to arrive. For now, she was content to watch the guest arrive.
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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 4, 2018 15:04:48 GMT -8
Lady Audrey lead the Audrian delegation forward, Waldemar following her along with Mr. Krahe. The two were quite juxtaposed upon each other with one bearing the heavy plate, a more aged complexion with thick whiskers while the other bore a simple black leather uniform, was young and had an expression that would be considered sardonic if it weren't best described as absence of an expression. Waldemar was about to speak to his self-proclaimed Queen before she waved him off, apparently wanting to speak to some man in private. He was mildly annoyed but nevertheless went away.
Both he and Mr. Krahe peeked into the open air ballroom, but neither of the men were interested in the company currently assembled there. Instead they went to the dining tent as older people tended to do. Mr. Krage took the lead until Waldemar stopped with a sigh, rubbing his forehead wearily and then noticing he had stopped beside grandma. "It's terrible what the runts these days do and call dancing, eh?" Waldemar wasn't quite as rich in years as the old woman but she was closer to him than the younglings in the open air ballroom.
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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 4, 2018 17:01:50 GMT -8
The elderly women turned her attention away from her glass of wine and towards her new visitor. She hadn’t ever seen him before and judging by his appearance, was likely a foreigner. The heavy plate armor he wore looked a bit uncomfortable in Grandma’s estimation, but it was probably mandated by tradition.
“To be perfectly honest, I must admit I’ve never been one for dancing myself, even in my more youthful years. Still, you raise a good point, some of the things I’ve seen pass for dance in recent years… You look like you might get a bit tired having to walk around in that armor all evening while our more energetic counterparts are out dancing around, why not have a bite to eat and drink with me at my table here? There’s certainly too much food and drink here for me to finish off by myself.”
Gesturing to an empty seat, Grandma preemptively pours a second glass of wine while offering Lord Waldemar a kindly smile.
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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 4, 2018 18:58:40 GMT -8
"Ha-ha! Oh I wasn't around there and then, the fool I am. I reckon when I was their age you were around to talk about 'kids these days' too, and probably for good reason. By the time we're old enough to see how stupid we were young it's often too late." The man chuckled at the words of Grandma, taking up her offer to sit and motioning for Mr. Krahe to do likewise. Again the two completely different natures of the men was evident with Waldemar being quite leisurely, whereas the chaperone was tense with both hands placed flat on the table as though hiding cards under them and staring off into some empty distance.
"Don't worry about me armour. It's strong, will stop a mace or crossbow you mark my words but light... relatively. Has to be like that when you're sent alone to fight giants and the likes by a bloody stupid commander. 'Course, them days are long gone as you can probably see!" He said, banging the part of his breasplate where his gut would be. In truth he hadn't let himself go too much, but that was only in comparison to other men. The noble waved to a passing servant and asked for something not too strong but not some swill that's little more than juice. Then he turned back to grandma, and sighed. "In your many years, have you found the ultimate nature of the world to have changed...?" A pause was left at the end, presumably for Grandma to provide him with her moniker to refer by.
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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 4, 2018 20:11:32 GMT -8
Grandma let out a good-natured laugh at Waldemar’s comment on her age, oh if only he knew the half of it. She wasn’t quite sure what to think of his associate, but he didn’t seem to be the talkative type so she figured for the present she’d leave him be. Perhaps he was a bodyguard of some variety?
“Oh, my apologies, I haven’t introduced myself to you yet. I simply go by the name ‘Grandma’, I’m the Imperial Vizier of Isra.”
The older women made her final comment in a far too casual tone. It was as if she had simply mentioned the weather was unusually nice.
“As for your question, well… I think overall I would say yes, the nature of the world has changed. In some places more than others, but it’s undeniably happening and I think I’d be more worried if it wasn’t. Generations come and go, some traditions remain, some are discarded. Nations like Isra rise up and others, like the Phoenix State for example, crumble into obscurity. Bad business that.”
Reaching for her wine glass, Grandma took an unusually long sip. It was almost as if she was washing a bad taste from her mouth.
“I never got your name either, who do I have the pleasure of conversing with?”
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Nov 5, 2018 7:42:00 GMT -8
The Dining tent was far more Liz's speed than the rapidly crowding ballroom was, especially as there only seemed to be two people in here.
She nodded a greeting to the two and went straight for the food, filling up a decent-sized plate and taking a seat.
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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 5, 2018 7:52:14 GMT -8
Waldemar again found himself humoured once Grandma said her title, having now gotten a strong wine to drink. Taking a heavy sip he placed the glass down and shook his head. "Well Grandma you certainly don't elicit the title Vizier that's for sure! Most meetings I had with Viziers were... brief, and they were different. Usually mad cackling fellows, ink on their face, bits of bone for piercings, daemonic lingo on their lips. I'd imagine you with something less... I don't know, attention grabbing like 'Arch-Chancellor,' though I've heard a few bits and bobs about you so it can go either way I suppose."
The man took another heavy sip, motioning to a servant to just bring a whole bottle. Then, he returned his attention to Grandma: "No, no! Not like that. Nothing 'material' as we know it is really permanent, even self-proclaimed immortals will die because infinity is a damn long time. I meant to ask if a more ultimate reality was there, constant or changing. Do people still fight for truth and love, things that's just soppy words for the weak on first glance but powerful in the depths of our world." The man rubbed his forehead wearily taking yet another swig of wine. "The world we see is changing too damn fast for me to keep track of, I'm wondering if the world we don't see is a constant, something to hold on to."
At last he stood up and gave a bow. "Oh my sincerest apologies." He was about to speak, but grudgingly stopped to correct himself before he spoke, omitting a few defunct titles. "Lord Waldemar Andreas, ambassador to be for the self-proclaimed Kingdom of Audria." Seeing Liz come in he recognized a former soldier's gait as he sat down. He gave the woman something in between a salute and a wave un greeting and an offer to join them with Mr. Krahe standing up and pulling back a chair for her.
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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 5, 2018 19:56:51 GMT -8
“Well I couldn’t very well bring out all my sacrifices for the Ball's opening dance, Naoki’s told me it would ruin the mood.”
Grandma managed to hold a serious expression for a few brief seconds before letting out a hearty chuckle.
“Oh, I’d much rather have this post than be the Chancellor. Perhaps I’m just a bit biased because of our previous Chancellor was a bit of a wet blanket, but it seems like such a terribly dull position to have. Having to constantly manage all those people and running the Free City, I simply wouldn’t have the patience for it.”
It seemed Lord Waldemar was starting to get into the theoretical, something Grandma didn't consider herself well versed in.
“As much as I’d like to help you out on that question, I’m afraid I’m woefully equipt to answer it. Now when I’ve had a few more drinks… Regardless of the ultimate reality that may or may not be out there and may or may not be in constant change, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Lord Waldemar.”
Noticing Elizabeth Finch, Grandma offered the woman a wave. Although she didn’t really know her personally, she did recognize her.
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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 6, 2018 8:30:35 GMT -8
Waldemar met Grandma's gaze, an eyebrow upraised. He knew it was most likely a joke and laughed on queue, but something told him there was just the slightest grain of truth in her statement. Regardless he decided not to prod it for a ball was an occassion where perfect etiquette was expected.
As Grandma spoke of her position the man's forehead creased in effort of thought before a contemplative finger was raised. "That was a... Ryden Greyiron chap right? Heard he was clever enough but as you said a wet blanket. I'll be honest I do not know a damn about Isran politics, learning as I go and all."
As Grandma explained her views on the more complex quedtion he gave a dismissive wave and sighed. "I understand, it was bloody stupid question brought on by the mid-life crisis I firmly deny. But likewise it was good to meet you too Grandma, something tells me we might end up interacting again later. Will you be at the summit?"
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Nov 6, 2018 9:19:08 GMT -8
Liz thought for a moment as she walked to an empty table, then pivoted to join Grandma and the newcomer at the table.
"Hi," she said, only a hint of nervousness in her voice. "I'm Liz, We've met before briefly Grandma, but I am not certain who your friend is."
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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 6, 2018 20:14:35 GMT -8
“Yes, it was Chancellor Ryden. He was very clever, I will give him that, you’d have to be to reach such a position in Isra after all. You can take my comments about him with a grain of salt, we didn’t always see eye to eye you see. Regardless of that, I still hold firm in my belief he was a bit too uptight.”
Deciding to start on the appetizers she had ordered, Grandma considered her options for a moment before settling for a cracker. Placing a bit of dried meat and cheese on it, Grandma popped it into her mouth.
“I will indeed be at the summit, Lord Waldemar. Although I can’t be giving away the details now, I think you’ll find some extremely interesting announcements being made there. Audria did quite well for themselves in choosing to include a level-headed man like yourself in their delegation. Hearing what both your nation and others have to say at the summit, well, it has me more excited than I’ve been in a long while.”
Turning to Elizabeth as she joined them at the table, Grandma looked quite pleased to have the former commodore join them. It seemed introductions were in order.
“Ah, I am very pleased to see you made it to this event, Elizabeth. This is Lord Waldemar Andreas, an ambassador for the Kingdom of Audria. Lord Waldemar, this is Elizabeth Finch, who was previously High Commodore of the Dawn Riders. You might have heard of the group before, but it is one of if not the premier Isran military division. I feel a bit bad for your successor Elizabeth, filling such shoes as yours will be no easy task.”
Deciding she had done enough boasting about Elizabeth, Grandma directed her attention back to the appetizers, giving Waldemar and Elizabeth the chance to get better acquainted.
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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 21:26:31 GMT -8
Finally feeling a tinge of hunger claw at her stomach, Natasa found her way to the food tent, every now and again glancing behind to eye Volkh and make sure she wasn't straying too far from him. She wondered what the vampire was thinking among all these people. Was he hungry? Was he gazing them the way she would be gazing at the food?
Pushing the thoughts from her mind, the girl strode forward to find food. It smelled far too heavenly in here to pass up. She gathered herself a plate of... some kind of bird. It wasn't chicken, but something with a stronger aroma, and... something very orange she'd never seen in the castle before, though it smelled sweet. She then began to look for a table, head spinning around to look for her Lord to make sure he was close, never looking forward until it was just too late-
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James Lazael Deepwinter
Committed
One of the last sons of the Deepwinter house of old, He is tasked with guarding the family sword.
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean, James is a handsome young man with fair, pale skin, raven hair, and piercing blue eyes. Muscled and scarred from the hard life he has been forced to lead he is willing to face trouble and meet it blow for blow to defend what he has left to call his own.
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Clothes and Equipment: Despite hard times the family has retained some of its wealth and materials. James wears a fine set of clothes, black riding boots, loose grey pants, a dark blue buttoned shirt, black vest, and a dark grey overcoat. A fine cloak hangs from his shoulders, kept in place by a beautiful pin, a ring of blue topaz surrounding a circular piece smoked quartz crystal both set in silver. On his ring is his father’s ring, and his father before him, a beautiful dark iron piece set with one large and four smaller black opals.
At his waist hangs one of his families remaining treasures, Void-dancer, his family’s magical broadsword, once a mighty weapon it’s power is now bound if still present.
On his shoulder hangs his pack and his instrument, a worn but lovingly maintained guitar. Stashed in his pack with traveling gear is a breastplate and various pieces of armor for when the days get grim and the mornings get bloody.
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Allegiances: Negotiable
Player's online availability : Fairly free
Registered: Oct 30, 2018 15:10:14 GMT -8
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Post by James Lazael Deepwinter on Nov 6, 2018 22:13:36 GMT -8
Not to long after entering the hall James followed his nose towards the scent of delicious cooked meat and found himself in the food tent. He glanced around before surreptitiously making his way towards the buffet. He tried not to make it too obvious as he grabbed a plate and piled it high with as many different types of non-aquatic meat as he could find. Being strong armed into attending wasn't all bad he thought as he turned towards the room at large and began searching for a place to sit and eat quietly out of the way.
Just as he spotted a nice out of the way table to sit and and began to turn towards it he ran headlong into another person, only just managing to get his plate out of the way so as not to spill it on either of them, though it was too late for it as the plate crashed to the floor with a clang of metal.
“My deepest apologies, I didn’t see you there.” He said as he stepped back to look at the woman before him.
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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 23:16:39 GMT -8
"Oh, no, it... it was my fault, I'm so, so sorry, it's rather easy to miss me in a crowd," she hastily replied, having saved her own food in the mess. Servants were rather quick to swarm them and clean up the mess before Natasa could even try to kneel down and attempt to pick up the pieces. They even inquired about the man's meal and went off to make him another plate should he answer.
This happened so quickly that the young woman was flustered, but... but she had someone's attention! This was a good chance to interact if he wasn't too irritated. Her insides trembled, hoping that wasn't the case.
"I, um... Natasa Waltine," she introduced herself, holding the plate in one hand while she held her silver skirts in the other. She was young, of that there was no doubt, and she carried herself clumsily. Still, in that dress, she could have been royalty. She looked like every storybook princess stuck in a tower, guarded by a fearsome dragon. She might have been the subject of much more attention were it not for the ugly gash in her chest spewing blue flames, cracking the skin around it as though she were made of porcelain. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir. Were you on your way to a table?"
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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 23:21:31 GMT -8
Natasa was no doubt a fair, slight sliver of silvery light wherever she walked. A sliver of light nearly lost in the shadow that followed. Lord Volkh was not a man, a fact easily felt as much as seen. The vampire followed silently behind Natasa, allowing her to remain a few steps ahead of him but never falling further behind. She was haunted by her master, and he made no secret of it. Around him the bustle seemed almost to avoid him, the crush of warm bodies moving away as if on instinct. A room full of a hundred beating hearts, like a symphony of percussion.
Perhaps Natasa's need for interaction had not equaled his own. Somehow the hearts of beasts did not sound quite so...distracting. In a castle, served by stone servants, it was easy to forget how distracting this could be. He quickly regained his composure, a fact lost to those observing him. He had most certainly not made any indication that anything was amiss.
His distraction had, however, prevented him from saving his apprentice from an accidental blunder. The tray clattered to the floor, scattering food about. The vampire lord closed the distance between them, looming over her.
"What do we say, apprentice?"
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Nov 7, 2018 7:09:43 GMT -8
"A pleasure to meet you then, Lord Aldamar. I confess to having never been to Audria, but I hear it us quite the beautiful country."
She turned the faintest shade of red at the compliment, but took it in stride.
"Commodore Calgary does indeed have quite the task, militarily speaking he is quite up to the task but there was little I could do to prepare him for the political aspect of the job." Liz chuckled at that, recalling that the previously mentioned Chancellor had often been her most difficult opponent at meetings.
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James Lazael Deepwinter
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One of the last sons of the Deepwinter house of old, He is tasked with guarding the family sword.
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean, James is a handsome young man with fair, pale skin, raven hair, and piercing blue eyes. Muscled and scarred from the hard life he has been forced to lead he is willing to face trouble and meet it blow for blow to defend what he has left to call his own.
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Clothes and Equipment: Despite hard times the family has retained some of its wealth and materials. James wears a fine set of clothes, black riding boots, loose grey pants, a dark blue buttoned shirt, black vest, and a dark grey overcoat. A fine cloak hangs from his shoulders, kept in place by a beautiful pin, a ring of blue topaz surrounding a circular piece smoked quartz crystal both set in silver. On his ring is his father’s ring, and his father before him, a beautiful dark iron piece set with one large and four smaller black opals.
At his waist hangs one of his families remaining treasures, Void-dancer, his family’s magical broadsword, once a mighty weapon it’s power is now bound if still present.
On his shoulder hangs his pack and his instrument, a worn but lovingly maintained guitar. Stashed in his pack with traveling gear is a breastplate and various pieces of armor for when the days get grim and the mornings get bloody.
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Allegiances: Negotiable
Player's online availability : Fairly free
Registered: Oct 30, 2018 15:10:14 GMT -8
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Post by James Lazael Deepwinter on Nov 7, 2018 10:03:33 GMT -8
James inclined his head slightly first to the woman and then to the man who came up behind her, surprise flickering across his features for an instant before he regained his composure. The beautiful woman in front of him seemed to have some infernal traces in her lineage but that wasn’t uncommon in the empire these days, and he knew from experience it was no way to judge a persons character. The man on the other hand was either agoraphobic or a vampire with that kind of completion, especially with the hint of fang as he spoke.
“She has already apologized sir and it was as much my fault as hers.” He said politely, if a bit stiffly, to Mykola. The man’s aura made his skin crawl and ground against his fight or flight reflex. “My name is James Deepwinter. The pleasure is mine I assure you and you have my apologies as well dear lady, I was perhaps a bit too preoccupied.” He continued as he turned back to Natasha and dipped int a slight bow.
He turned his attention to the servants and quietly mentioned what he’d had on his dish. As they dispersed he subtly tipped the one who went off to retrieve his replacement a gold coin for the trouble.
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Natasa Waltine
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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 10:36:19 GMT -8
The girl stiffened visibly as Vokh spoke, every hair standing on end. She looked up at the man apologetically- not for the food this time, but for the behavior of her Lord. She thought this was supposed to be her time to socialize, be human for the first time in a long time. Why was he ruining it for her so much? With the vampire at her back, she doubted anyone would want to speak to her at all.
No, she wasn't going to let him continue to mess it up.
Even when she did her best to give him a friendly smile, it came out strained and meek. She saw his expression change when he looked at Volkh. Her heart dropped. This wasn't going to go over well, even though he seemed nice.
"Are you expecting company at a table? You wouldn't mind if I joined you?" She turned her head briefly to look the vampire in the eyes, her own pleasing. "Alone." She turned back to the man. "Sir Deepwinter?"
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Lord Waldemar Andreas
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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 7, 2018 14:02:43 GMT -8
As Liz sat down at the table Waldemar gave a repeat of the wave-salute he gave earlier, before returning his attention to Grandma and nodding along at the characterization of Ryden. "Fair's fair I suppose. If he weren't a wet blanket he'd still be Chancellor, eh?"
The man gave a delighted little chuckle as she talked about the coming summit and commented upon him. He knew a lot of it was a load of ego-stroking shite, but for now he wasn't particularly interested in putting this aside. A man needed his indulgences every so often, after all.
As some time went on he took more heavy swigs of his wine, then rummaged in a pocket. He removed a roll-up that looked like something a poor footslogging conscript would carry rather than a cigar or pipe of a noble, struck a match on the shoulder-boards of Mr. Krahe and light the thing. It would smell awful to those that caught a sent but he made sure to blow out smoke back and to the left to not inconvenience those he spoke to. As a servant went by he asked for an ash-tray and something stronger, preferably a good rum of some sort.
When Grandma spoke about Elizabeth's history his eyebrows raised and he perked somewhat, smiling faintly. "Ah-ha! I knew it, I always recognize someone that's trod the martial life. I was a Knight myself, back in the good old days. He turned on his chair at the clashing plates and grumbled in annoyance. "Of course it's those those... those things that stir up trouble. Of course nowadays you have to be tolerant, now if you see a bloodsucker you have to live and let live and things of the sort. You know there was a damn protest outside? Something about gnomes being oppressed. Nothing against gnomes and all that, clever chaps we order crossbows from sometimes but who in the damn hells cares?"
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