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 9, 2018 15:34:40 GMT -8
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Nov 9, 2018 19:57:33 GMT -8
So this was the moment. This was why he was here. Rudiger stood facing the doors, feeling a rather unnerving amount of regret for agreeing to becoming Duke. What the hells was he thinking? He didn't belong at a place like this, he was supposed to be out gallivanting about on the open roads, sleeping with his saddle as a pillow and the canopy of trees as a roof.
But fate had made it so. He was born the son of the last Duke, he survived the civil war unscathed, he had made it this far while only losing his eye. This was the time to prove that it wasn't a fault in the stars he had lived this long. Approaching the doors with a gallon of ice cold apprehension pooling in his gut, he nodded to the lead Sentinel, "Sir Rudiger Mindaugas."
With a nod, the Sentinel opened the door large enough for him to enter, letting him have his choice of seats. He chose one towards the far right... corner wouldn't be right, since the room was circular. Still, he found his seat and took it, anxiously waiting for the others to arrive.
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Erik Haldar
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 59
Physical Description: Scarred from battle and with long white hair and beard Erik is marked by life, and his old body is still still very much fit and ready for battle.
Clothes and Equipment: Gold and gems aren't his way of showing off power. Instead you will see him carrying his prized masterwork sword and runed iron ring, the latter which symbolizes the ultimate power in Taingaard. He often wears a fur cape that extends down to his heels, but also adorns himself in plate armor when travelling outside the city walls.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:38:29 GMT -8
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Post by Erik Haldar on Nov 10, 2018 4:35:10 GMT -8
Erik of course attended the summit and nodded to the guards posted at the door before supposedly being let in. With his hands on his back he entered and looked around finding only the round table and a single guy having turned up - as with the ball itself it seemed that he was early, although he didn't particularly mind that. He was used to being early as it seemed to bring about the best results.
"Good evening, I don't think we've spoken? I'm Tain Erik Haldar of Taingaard." Erik said politely smiled to Rudiger. "And who might you be?"
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Nov 10, 2018 8:15:55 GMT -8
Rudiger stood up as Erik entered, bowing quickly as he entered. "Sir Rudiger Mindaugas. A pleasure to meet you Tain Haldar." He remained standing for a moment before sitting back down, trying his best to relax in the rather stiff chair. "Not to be rude Tain Haldar, but I have had the misfortune to never heard of Taingaard. I've been on the road far too long. Where is your nation?"
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Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
Registered: Jun 27, 2016 9:39:02 GMT -8
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on Nov 10, 2018 8:30:27 GMT -8
The Daimyo led his party to the Summit, feeling no sense of apprehension at this point. A strong desire for this to go well perhaps, but if that he had little doubt. Tawakoshi was finally ready to take its place in the world.
"Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku." He stated to the Sentinel, watching the heavily armored warrior scratch a name off the list before allowing him to enter.
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Kojuro Hizashi
Dedicated
Lord of Kiyonai
Roleplay posts: 354
Age: 23
Physical Description: Kojuro stands at a little above average height, and a slender, athletic build. His dark brown hair falls to just beneath chin level, and he usually wears it tied back. His eyes are a bright brown colour, so light as to be close to orange. He is usually well but simply dressed, and carries himself with a relaxed air, taking most things in his stride. He has several recently acquired scars, including a sword cut to his left arm which has left him only partial use of that hand, and a another from a sword cut along his jawline on the right side.
Clothes and Equipment: He is normally dressed in conventional attire for his culture and social class. As a lord, his clothing is high quality, though not ostentatious. For everyday wear a simple kosode and hakama, silk courtly robes for official duties, and armour on the battlefield. He prefers greens and blues, though often may be wearing the maroon and gold of the Hizashi clan.
In battle he can be noticed from a distance by the dragonfly crest on his helmet. He also wears a surcoat in Hizashi maroon and gold and a set of lacquered armour bearing the Hizashi clan cherry blossom crest. In battle he is armed with a tachi (long sword) and a tanto (dagger), and also carries a fan to signal orders. He will also be found carrying his swords everywhere, as is usual for samurai.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Player's online availability : For play: Some evenings, GMT. I am not around every day for RP, because life. For chatting/PMs: Most days/eves GMT.
Registered: May 10, 2017 13:44:12 GMT -8
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Post by Kojuro Hizashi on Nov 10, 2018 10:51:42 GMT -8
Kojuro also entered the Summit along with Akagi. He was keen to see what the outside world had to offer, and if possible to shake of the isolation that had seen Tawakoshi become far too inward looking, even paranoid, under the rule of the Shogunate. He was hopeful that they could make new relationships with the other nations, even though Lord Homura and Lady Kiri's outing to Audria had been less than successful.
After giving his name and entering, he was in time to hear two of the other attendees introducing themselves, and he recognised one of the names. Tain Haldar, that had been someone who had been present at Ritterheim, according to the Lord and Lady Regents. He had brought his own food apparently, and was from a place named Taingaard. He also had a daughter who didn't seem to be with him for now. The second man had the look of a veteran warrior, though he wasn't old.
Upon entering he gave both of the men a bow as one would towards an equal. “Excuse me,” he said, feeling as though he and Akagi walking in might interrupt them as there were such a small number of people present so far. Kojuro walked around to an empty place. The table was round, but the doors, presumably, were at the back. And the seat furthest from the doors would be the head of the table, so he decided to play it safe and sit somewhere that would be halfway down the side. Israns made things unncessarily complicated by not giving everything an orderly rank structure as they would do in Tawakoshi, but this was their way, and Akagi said they were unlikely to get offended. He decided to introduce himself to the others. “Pleased to meet you, I am Kojuro Hizashi of Tawakoshi, Lord of Kiyonai.”
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Erik Haldar
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 59
Physical Description: Scarred from battle and with long white hair and beard Erik is marked by life, and his old body is still still very much fit and ready for battle.
Clothes and Equipment: Gold and gems aren't his way of showing off power. Instead you will see him carrying his prized masterwork sword and runed iron ring, the latter which symbolizes the ultimate power in Taingaard. He often wears a fur cape that extends down to his heels, but also adorns himself in plate armor when travelling outside the city walls.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:38:29 GMT -8
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Post by Erik Haldar on Nov 10, 2018 11:25:28 GMT -8
Erik smiled at Rudiger. "Likewise." he said and chuckled slightly. "No offense taken at all. Taingaard lies a good way from here straight north of the mainland that Isra is situated on. It is a rather lush country in the summer with frosty clear skies in the winter - and filled with hearty people and wondrous nature. I couldn't wish for a better place to call my home." he said and smiled. "But your home is on the roads you say? Not that I don't respect that but isn't this a summit for leaders of nations and the likes?" he asked curiously.
A moment later a couple of others arrived - a curiously dressed couple - but something like fashion was different from culture to culture and he thought little of their differences. Also he thought that they quite resembled the pair that had left the table at the Audria Banquet. "No need to excuse, the room is bare and could use more people." he said with a warm smile. "I had the - unfortunately rather brief - pleasure of meeting Homura and Kiri Hizashi in Audria. I am Tain Haldar of Taingaard and before I assume anything about your relationship with the former I'd better ask." Homura inquired as he also nodded to Akagi.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Nov 10, 2018 19:32:26 GMT -8
Rudiger nodded along with Tain Haldar's assessments, "Sounds like a rather beautiful land, I think I would rather like visiting it one day. And I would agree with you normally that a Summit is no place for a man like me, but within the past few weeks circumstances have changed. So I'm where I belong, at least for the moment."
He stood again to bow to the new arrivals, "Sir Rudiger Mindaugas, pleasure to meet you Sir Hizashi."
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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.
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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 Nov 11, 2018 13:26:41 GMT -8
The Empress arrives at the meeting room perhaps a bit late, but earlier than many of the attendees, hopefully. Having changed from her evening gown to more practical sweater dress, she has come prepared — or at least brought a pageboy with writing supplies. At her direction, he places a stack of parchment, a box of quills, and several small bottles of ink on the table, nearly dropping one in the process. Afterward, he sheepishly excuses himself.
After taking some supplies and offering token greetings to those already in attendance, The Empress moves all the way around to the far side of the table to seat herself. Partially because she’d like a good view of the door, partially so that there are plenty of seats on either side of her, but mostly so that her tail won’t be stepped on. (It’s happened before.)
After she’s seated, The Empress leans back in her seat and begins to twirl her quill between two fingers, contemplating the imminent event and how she’d like it to go. This isn’t the first Summit to held in Isra, but Ryden presided over the last one, and she was technically an attendee. That was when Isra was still maintaining a pretense of neutrality, back when Ryden was useful. But those days are decidedly over, and it’s Naoki’s thought that — though the last Summit was by most accounts a success, this one will be better.
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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 11, 2018 13:56:11 GMT -8
Grandma arrived at the Summit only a few minutes after Naoki, entering the room at a very unhurried pace. Taking note of where the Empress was seated, the old woman slowly made her way around the table, offering murmurs of greeting to the others who were already present. Her cane clicked rhythmically on the polished stone floor until she finally reached one of the chairs adjacent to Naoki’s own.
After settling herself in her seat, she briefly leaned towards the Empress, whispering something in her ear before turning her attention back to the others present at the table. The room was still a bit sparse but hopefully it would fill up within the next hour or so.
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Queen Belestrasza Velmerys
Established
Absolute Ruler of the Velmerian Empire
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 35
Physical Description: Queen Velmerys is very haughty and conveys that through her stature and way of dress. Her white hair frames her pale face, usually kept in a high bun.
She is only 5'3", though she often wears high heels. Her eyes are a light blue, nearly as pale as her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: All of the Queen's clothing displays the banner of the Velmerys Imperium. All are black in color, from horse riding gear to a formal event.
She is not in need of any equipment, she has all of the Imperium.
Allegiances: Velmerys Imperium
Player's online availability : Fridays, Weekends
Registered: Jun 11, 2018 7:15:07 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Belestrasza Velmerys on Nov 11, 2018 14:03:10 GMT -8
Perhaps she had spent too much time drinking with the other guests to keep track of the time, she'd never admit to one of her own faults. Though, she was alarmed when she looked at her pocket watch, seeing that it was well after the desired time for guests of the summit to arrive. Clasping the timepiece closed, she grabbed Sinipius by the wrist and starting for the Summit doors.
When they reached the doors, Belestrasza took the lead, being the one that could get them in. She still held the goblet of wine in her hand, but it went unnoticed in her hurry.
"I am Queen Belestrasza Velmerys, of the Kingdom of Velmerys, requesting permission to enter the Summit." She stood as straight as she could, though most of the beings here towered over her. When finally allowed in, she had let go of Sinipius, letting him walk in himself, he was probably angry about the whole doing everything and then losing him ordeal.
The long table was rather daunting when one first enters the room, and the few people sitting down made it feel all the larger. Bel glanced back at Sinipius, trying to paint her apprehensiveness with waiting for her escort. Sinipius, who was much better at these things. Leading the way about the table, they went about the right side of the table, sitting nearer to the far side. Smoothing the black dress to her legs, she sat down, only then taking in the faces.
"The festivities are simply wondrous tonight, thank you, Empress."
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Koitika
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Koitika stands at a meagre 8” tall, no larger than a typical stuffed toy. Her features are quite rounded and cute as well like a toy- even the small bat wings perched on her back contribute to the illusion. Upon first glance, her pastel golden tresses appear to be very curly and bouncy but upon close inspection, her hair is actually a mass of tentacles. She has a rather impassive face, and isn’t overly expressive except in a few instances. Generally her eyes appear closed, but when opened, her eyes are a rich royal purple with pentagrams over her pupils.
Clothes and Equipment: Koitika prefers to wear cute, rather frilly clothes with accessories such as bonnets, necklaces, bracelets etc. She doesn't like wearing the same thing twice- ever. The only constant to her outfit is her precious stuffed bunny. She brings it everywhere with her.
Allegiances: To Naoki
Registered: Oct 11, 2018 13:51:21 GMT -8
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Post by Koitika on Nov 11, 2018 14:39:50 GMT -8
Koitika sighed softly as she followed Naoki into the summit, merely giving the guards a cursory look as they passed. She was getting a bit stir crazy at the ball surrounded by so many people but unable to do much as she had to remain civil at least for a little while. She wondered idly if Naoki would let her have one of the guards to play with for a while if she asked nicely.
She didn't proceed to ask though-that was certainly a question for after the summit, and instead settled herself on Naoki's right arm rest, crossing her legs and looking around the room at all that were gathering currently. Her brow quirked though as she observed the golden haired woman who entered the room just after she settled down, and she rested her head on her hand. "Well isn't that intriguing..." She purred softly, watching as the woman looked around before honing in on her target.
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Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Nov 11, 2018 14:41:11 GMT -8
Deidra bit her lip anxiously as she hurried through the passageways of Untyrid hall at Gundulf’s instruction until he finally gave a small bark moving her hand slightly to point to the door barred by ten Imperial Sentinels. She resisted the urge to let out a heavy sigh as she continued to plod forward. At the very least, she was almost positive that Rudiger wouldn’t be able to slip past her in the room. She had no intention of visiting the summit, but seeing as Rudiger was acting much like a mist and she kept just barely missing him, it seemed she had no choice.
Digging into her clutch, she carefully pulled out her royal seal that she typically kept stowed for extreme emergencies. In her year of venturing she hadn’t ever had to use it till now.
“Good evening gentlemen. I am Deidra Nofaló. Crown Princess of the Country in the mist Edan, requesting entry to the summit.” She said in a clear tone before she showed the signet ring to them. She realized neither of them recognized the name but they seemed to at least acknowledge the seal. With a few exchanged looks, a silent conversing they conceded to open the doors for her with the stern warning not to cause trouble and with thus she was in.
She gave a sigh of relief as she walked into the summit room, eyes scanning the room. She sensed rather than felt the woman with a demonic aura again in the room, joined by a stronger one almost making her stagger back as she felt it by she ignored it and instead searched till she found her prize, recognizing him almost immediately though it was hard without his armor and beard. She gave a soft sigh as she walked over to him quickly. “Rudiger.” She called to him, modulating her voice so it was loud enough to be heard over the quiet din but didn’t stand out too much. "You are a hard one to catch."
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Sinipius
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Physical Age: 43 Actual Age: 267
Physical Description: _____________________________________________________________
Sinipius has narrowed and shrewd dark brown eyes. His jaw is square and strong, yet obscured by his thick black facial hair which is kept very well groomed and immaculate through both magical and non-magical applications. Though at first glance Sinipius appears scholarly due to his thick magical robes and intelligent eyes, he is a warrior through and through; standing at six feet three and well built with lean muscle.
Sinipius has numerous tattoos he keeps hidden under his clothing. They have no impact on his magical abilities and are merely cosmetic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Sinipius wears thick robes over black leather armor. The latter of which is enchanted to increase its durability and strength, making it almost as strong as steel.
Strapped to his hip is a slender and sleek claymore decorated with gold etchings and a ruby embedded in the pommel. It, too, is enchanted, but instead of strength, it is made lighter by the magic, yet doesn't sacrifice balance, enabling Sinipius to wield it in a single hand. However, in the case of anti-magic, he is just as competent wielding it in its heavier form.
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Player's online availability : Evenings (US Eastern), Sundays and Mondays
Registered: Jun 11, 2018 13:34:07 GMT -8
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Post by Sinipius on Nov 11, 2018 14:44:46 GMT -8
Sinipius had been looking all over for his charge, the Queen of Velmerys, and was getting mighty frustrated to have just been left, especially after Bel had signed in for him and stuck the pin on him like he was a helpless old man. He ought to have left and journeyed home, but, unfortunately, his conscience kept him searching. That is, until he felt a warm, soft hand grab his wrist.
The old mage looked around and down at Bel's alarmed face and furrowed his brow in irritation. "Where the hell have you been!" He demanded angrily. "and stop tuggin' on me girl, I can walk for myself." Despite his words, he did not try to get out of her hold. The last thing he'd want is to create a scene on their way to the summit. "I oughta..." he mumbled under his breath as they entered the circular meeting room. He barely spared the extravagant looking guards a second glance as he took a look around the room. It reminded him of an old legend he had once heard a long time ago...
Despite his frustrations with the woman, Sinipius gave Belestasza a reassuring look and a half smile as he followed her around the side of the table and to their seats. He gave a few curt nods to the other attendees but otherwise held his tongue for the moment. Though green and untested, he would not undermine Bel's authority by speaking for her. She must do this herself, though he will remain her advisor during the course of discussions should she need it...as well as her protection should things go South. Under the table, Sinipius reached over and grabbed one of Bel's hands and gave it a reasuring squeeze.
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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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The Summit
Nov 11, 2018 20:51:05 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Nov 11, 2018 20:51:05 GMT -8
Liz slipped into the Summit as quietly as she could, taking in all of the important people and giving a quick nod to those she knew. She took the appropriate seat for her new position and remained content to observe. In one hand she had carried a drink with her, though this was entirely water. In the other she had a small pen and journal in case anything piqued her interest or directly applied to her.
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Setseg
Established
Princess of the Tamorjin
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 17
Physical Description: Barely above five feet, Set does not tower, nor does she intimidate. Her face is round with the last bits of baby fat she's yet to grow out of. Though she certainly doesn't miss out on meals, she is only just slim due to some exercise had from horseback riding and training in archery.
Clothes and Equipment: Set wears nothing less than the most extravagant dresses made from fine and expensive cloth and furs.
Allegiances: Tamorjin
Registered: Nov 4, 2018 20:21:02 GMT -8
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Post by Setseg on Nov 12, 2018 17:15:52 GMT -8
Arriving a little later than the others- as her attention had taken her in circles around the property until her bodyguard had managed to set her in a path straight to the summit- was little Altansetseg. She bounded up to the Sentinel and announced her name whilst pointing at him, slipping in as soon as she was allowed entry. She told him a sweet thank you before the doors closed.
She was the youngest of all the faces within the room, the glimmer in her eyes unburdened by the responsibility on her shoulders. Her face was bright and she seemed nothing less than ecstatic to be here, not so much for the honor that it granted, but because of the new experiences that it would allow her to gather. For so long she had eavesdropped on her father's meetings with various war chiefs and officials... and every day they were the same! But these people, they did not think of the world only as one war after another. Not as the khan did.
Approaching the table, the girl took a deep bow and announced, "Princess Altansetseg, Daughter of Kuchar Khan of the Tamorjin Tribe. It is an honor." When she stood up, she gave her company a smile that carried with it all the innocence of the world before she took a seat. She made sure it was close to those Tawakoshi fellows, as she had been curious about them all night.
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Queen Audrey I von Audria
Established
Supreme Sorceress
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: 30
Physical Description: A beautiful lady with sun-kissed skin, entrancing blue eyes, and a fair complexion with long, flowing crimson hair.
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Clothes and Equipment: An assortment of expensive fashion and attire suitable for a lady of her stature.
Lady Audrey also carries various gems which increase her magical talent, or perhaps help to control it.
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Registered: Sept 25, 2015 14:39:52 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Audrey I von Audria on Nov 13, 2018 13:39:12 GMT -8
Queen Audrey had glided into the circular room like an elusive enchantress. None but the Sentinel guard had seen her enter and take a seat. She remained quiet and gave courteous glances towards those others who were in attendance, some of them having been at her own summit back in Audria.
Once Naoki entered the Queen offered her a smile. She was silent and ready to hear what was to be said.
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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 13, 2018 14:46:13 GMT -8
Following Queen Audrey was Lord Waldemar, in the same plate as he went to the ball in. Indeed, after the event he seemed quite a bit younger with his hair a far darker shade and some of his wrinkles softened out. He nodded amiably to Grandma and gave a light salute to Elizabeth the two of whom were particularly good company the night prior. A few honouring nods were made to the other heads of state that he had the pleasure of chatting with the night prior. Waldemar's eyes scanned the room immediately noticing something from the Liber Daemonika. The nobleman gave an unamused frown, shaking his head. It was too early for "this shit" and to start drinking, but he nevertheless opened a flask — before promptly closing it to realize that this may have been the purpose of bringing along the vile creature. Instead he lit a rather thick cigar, letting out a large ring of smoke. Sure, it wasn't particularly polite to smoke during a meeting but you know what? Neither was bringing along a living aphrodesiac.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Nov 13, 2018 16:55:16 GMT -8
Rudiger had remained in his seat with one leg resting on his knee while most of the other guests had filtered in, excepting to rise and bow and shake hands and the like. He felt rather isolated as he realized he was without a second of any sort, which would either be rather boring as he attempted to focus on the conversations not pertinent to him, or excruciating as it turned to him.
Damnit, why had he insisted that the ambassadors stay at their quarters? Even if they had made the rest of the night a living hell they could at least do this part for him. They were the professionals, not he. He was a blasted fool determined to try his hand at court politics and was sure it was going to blow up in his face. Wouldn't be the first scar at least.
That was, until he heard his name being called from a familiar voice. Turning his head, his heart skipped a happy beat as he recognized his old traveling company in a rather ravishing gown. Standing up, he approached her, "Deidra! Of course I'm a hard one to catch, otherwise I certainly wouldn't be here right now."
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Nov 15, 2018 12:58:14 GMT -8
Slipping into the back of the room Alden leans against the wall, crossing his arms to observe. He'd explained to Kauri that he would have to leave her unattended for a spell to make his physical presence known at The Summit. A reminder for those gathered that Isra was not all welcoming glamour and glitz. While he, more than likely, would be a vocal participant even silent support could prove invaluable.
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