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 Dec 5, 2018 11:18:31 GMT -8
To her, the world's colors were slipping away to shades of black and grays. Only she stayed colorful, though her outfit wasn't really different from the world her spell pulled both Sinipius and herself into. To others about the table, it'd appear that they both didn't move, they hadn't, yet astral projection would also be the wrong term. Both entities were the same, yet different, capable of independent movement.
Crossing her arms, the grayed-out Sinipius was slowly regaining his color, marking that he was entering her world. When he was present enough to listen to her, she crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. "You knew Voruta dislikes magic, and you volunteer magic users. You know Isra is the city of the free and you propose they recognize that the rebels are rebels, without them having a lick of context to the situation."
She arched a flaxen eyebrow, mouth set in a frown, waiting for Sinipius to say something.
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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 Dec 5, 2018 14:02:04 GMT -8
Sinipius felt the pang at the back of his mind, tugging on his consciousness, and knew immediately what was happening. Sighing internally, he set his face in a neutral expression so as not to draw attention to himself- he once made a mental communication of this sort and forgot to set his expression beforehand and had sat there the entire time slack-jawed and eyes vacant like a mentally challenged old man in robes. -He then accepted the inevitable and withdrew within himself. As he opened his eyes, he found himself in a dark and dreary world. A stark contrast to Sinipius' own white one. He heard the huff before he saw her, and a smile twisted across his features. He turned his head and looked over to his love.
His smile fell to a thoughtful frown and he shrugged after she was done speaking. "The contents of the offer were unimportant. It was simply a quick way to open up further diplomacy options should they have accepted and nothing more. I am not surprised, nor care, that it was rejected, and only means things will have to be done the traditional way." Sinipius looked back at her, seeing her raised eyebrow and sour face and smiled again. She was cute when she was mad. He had to give her that. "I am not worried, and neither should you be, my Queen. What will Isra do? Send an army thousands of miles, through deserts, forests, and snowy mountains just to aid a handful of Dwarves? Unlikely. There are not enough gems in those mountains to make such a large expedition worth it, and even if there were, by the time they get there the rebellion will have been put down."
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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 Dec 6, 2018 0:31:27 GMT -8
Erik had listened quietly until now letting the young ones speak and getting it out of their system. So eager they were to speak he knew that only after they had announced themselves would there be a time where one could properly get into the thick of things - and that moment he reckoned was now, as he heard the girl speak. Erik rose up the tip of his fingers still connected with the table and looked at Altansetseg.
"Young princess." he said in a friendly and mild tone that stood in stark contrast to his the warrior visage that - although fine clothes and slicked back hair - was apparent in his eyes and face. "There is much wisdom in acknowledging diplomacy as being as valuable as a sword. After all you may only sharpen your sword to a certain extend through effort, but through diplomacy you may may wield many." Erik said acknowledging the intelligence the young princess seemed to possess.
"However trust is hard to find and usurping the same throne your Khan has sat on carries the risk of turning your eyes the same way as he did - and I'm sure his most loyal advisers would not hesitate working you in that direction. As the head Tain of Taingaard I speak from experience." The tain said with a warm smile. "I can tell you as much that your cause may see the backing of Taingaard, but we would surely need to establish political connections." he remarked. "If you would be able to send an ambassador and whatever necessary contingency to Taingaard we could start looking at our mutual bests." the tain said and smiled before straightening his back fully and looking around the room.
"Trust." he said and paused letting his word sink in. "Trust is all that keep us together in this room and without it none of your would be here. As such I would like to thank empress Naoki for hosting this summit which to my knowledge is the first of its kind. I will also like to present my gratitude to everyone of you who have showed the will to turn up and look at how we can benefit from each other's strengths and fight to keep down the corruption and evil that still roams The Overworld." he said as a wide smile emerged on his face.
"But trust must be build by repeating these successful relations and seeing how this is such a promising start, I would like to officially extend my invitations to you or anyone else when we in one month from now celebrate our the annual event The Great Hunt in Taingaard. It is a celebration of any who calls themselves hunters and warriors and has been repeated year after year to put the foul beasts and monsters that still roam Taingaard to the sword - to remind ourselves to point our spears towards a common evil and not against our friends." he said addressing the ones present. "I will make sure you all get an official invitation to The Great Hunt in due time." Erik said and sat down again.
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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 Dec 7, 2018 14:27:06 GMT -8
She stood up so quickly, spoke so earnestly! These Outlanders really were something else. Addressing Princess Diedra Nofalo first, Altansetseg smiled and turned toward her.
"Though this song and dance allude the Khan, there are a hundred ways that can raise my status and perhaps prove myself in his eyes. If not with marriage, then with an alliance that has similar benefits. Opening trade routes, deploying soldiers to raids, shared knowledge of this world and the next: these are only a fraction of the choices laid out before us. If this appeals to you still, Princess Dieldra Nofalo, it would be my pleasure to discuss this with you at a later date."
Patiently, she waited for Lady Venus and Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku.
Ah.
It would seem that this room was not filled with such critical thought as she had hoped. Either that or they did not care enough to think about it further. Both possibilities were equally as disappointing.
Still, Set kept her smile. "That would solve only one of my problems and create many more. My brother is not an evil man and I love him. If ever the time arrived, I would die in his place. Killing him would only prove to the Khan that barbarism is more valuable than intelligence. I would like to challenge that thought by securing power through other means and therefore proving its value."
Pausing, she gave a brief thought to answer the Daimyo's second inquiry. "Ignorance is forgiven. Few know about the region as a whole, never mind one out of the hundreds of tribes there, however prosperous. We are not strictly a patriarchy. My mother, the Queen-Consort, had just as much power at the Khan's side as he did. I muse that the steppes would have been united if not for her death, but that is an unimportant segway in this conversation. No, my husband, or wife, if one permits, would share power equally. It is how it should be."
There was one more voice that reached out to her, this one less critical and much wiser than those before him. The old warrior's voice gave her a warmth that she had not remembered in several years.
"I will keep those words in mind, Erik Haldar, and will be sending an ambassador and a small party... perhaps for this event you speak of. The warriors of the Tamorjin would surely revel in such an event."
With a small bow, she sat herself down, ears open to the rest of the Summit.
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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 Dec 7, 2018 16:51:48 GMT -8
Rudiger listened quite curiously to the rather heated measures proposed to help the young princess Altansetseg to reclaim her throne. Perhaps it was just his inner caution due to fighting so many monsters over the years, or perhaps those assembled were just spoiling for a fight, but he couldn't help but agree with her assessment that a peaceful solution would be better.
Then, perhaps a bit of poetry struck him as he digested on the wise Tain's words. The white hairs of age truly proved this man had much more experience than most those seated. He didn't understand the urge to stand, or even realized he did stand until he was, but he couldn't help but put in his own opinions on the night thus far, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Kings and Queens, Empress I speak from the role of an outsider. I am not used to these types of discourse, though apparently most of us aren't on a scale as grand as this."
His eye aglow with some force outside his control, it nearly glowing gold instead of its usual brown, "I doubt many here but Empress Naoki would remember the gentle fields that used to sit astride a river, used occasionally by shepherds as they moved their wards along the banks. I remember only seeing it once in my youth as I passed through to somewhere only the gods and Heavenly Horsemen remember. A few years later, I returned to that exact spot, what was once a simple dirt trail, to find it a artery in the heart of the grandest city I have ever seen."
"What I mean by my ramblings is that the Overworld is ever changing, despite the hopes of my homeland. There are new nations rising out of the mists," he turned to his friend with a wry grin, "or some that remain hidden," he turned back to the table, "There are ships plying their oars in most undreamed of waters, their sails filled with the winds of far off shores. The lands that were once forest are long fields, and fields long cities. Those cities are becoming crowded, people rubbing up against each other and nature, no chance for there to be peace. And from that friction arises the seed of calamities." He left the fact he was nearly incinerated at the Midnight Sun for a later time.
"Instead of preaching war and mayhem, I suggest we take a new path to follow in this new age. Let us establish a regular council of representatives to meet to discuss mutual aid and reassurances, let us mediate our woes together instead of apart in all our realms. For this age that approaceth could either be a time of peace, or a time of blood and discord," his face was near aglow with some unnatural light by this point, before it drained all at once, and he nearly collapsed in his chair, only catching himself at the last possible moment.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
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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 Dec 8, 2018 18:15:35 GMT -8
Listening, The Empress leans forward in her seat, fingers intertwined. Her ears follow the speaker, but her eyes pan around the table, observing reactions. Hearing Atlansetseg expound on what she mentioned earlier in regards to seeking a husband is interesting.
Naoki feels some impetus to act on the matter, partially because it’s an excellent opportunity to expand Isra’s influence, partially out of a desire to do the right thing and support a worthy cause, and partially because Atlansetseg is a cute little thing. She went out of her way to mention her bisexuality, and it just so happens that Naoki is looking for a suitor.
Of course, Kate is back, and it’s probably a bad idea for reasons other than that — the expectation is likely that the spouse accompanies Atlansetseg back to Toragana, but it’s a fun idea to toy with, and there are others. Very few of Naoki’s friends/subordinates are married, and though setting up political marriages is a distasteful practice, the marriage is going to be political regardless and better it be someone from Isra than otherwise. There’s no harm in speaking to Atlansetseg after the summit to discuss possibilities, so Naoki decides to do exactly that.
As Erik Haldar announces his Great Hunt, The Empress nods in approval and casts a significant look in Liz’ direction. This is exactly the sort of event she would attend in her new position, either as accompaniment or in The Empress’s stead.
Rudiger standing to speak comes as a surprise to Naoki and continues to be a surprise as he says his bit. She wonders where he found all of this eloquence all the sudden, and what possessed him to stand and start proposing such ambitious things. Then he collapses, and Naoki begins to suspect that perhaps he was possessed, and that was Rudiger’s Divine Right manifesting itself. Though she mocked it as a basis of government, it’s entirely possible, even probable that there’s some real power behind it. Naoki glances sidelong at Grandma, who is doubtless able to discern such things.
The Empress pipes up from her seat, “Beyond a regular repeat of this summit under a pretentious name, what would you propose?”
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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 Dec 11, 2018 19:16:10 GMT -8
Rudiger seemed a bit oblivious for a few moments, seeming to try to remember exactly where he was and why he was in a suit. He blinked slowly, trying to clear his foggy mind that seemed to no longer be truly his own. Finally he seemed to register what Naoki was saying, and he uttered, "Oh... well, I guess each nation would want to establish consulates and ambassadors in each other's capitals to enable diplomatic channels."
He slinked back in his chair though, registering to Empress Naoki at least that he would need a few moments to regather his wits from... whatever the hell happened.
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Lady Venus
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 169
Age: 6,450
Physical Description: Venus's form changes in perception according to who percieves her. Her true facade is that of an alluring, yet horrifying demon with brown, muddied hair, green eyes and a serpentine tail. With
Clothes and Equipment: Somewhat scantily clad, Venus wears little more than a two piece. Her top would cover barely her midriff, and be strapped around the neck, while the bottom piece would go down to mid-thigh.
Registered: Jan 11, 2018 0:20:50 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Venus on Dec 11, 2018 20:27:50 GMT -8
"If I may interrupt, would it not simply be easier to create clearer communication channels than appoint such positions? Forgive me if this is a naive question, but I would think that it would save time and other valuable resources. Appointing an ambassador for each country is simple, but we could be talking.. Quite a few ambassadors per country. Surely you all possess the resources to access such channels, if you are willing to waste it upon ambassadors and consulates. A single ambassador per country should suffice." She paused to breathe, eyes gleaming.
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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 Dec 12, 2018 20:38:11 GMT -8
Deidra had given Altansetseg a warm smile and a nod, fully intending upon taking up her offer. If she could help in any way she wanted to. She understood her aversion to violence- and violence against one of her own kin- to ask that was simply too much to ask flippantly. No, she intended to help however she could. Even if that meant bending a few rules.
She was the princess, no one could exactly outright tell her no at home. Especially not if she went about it correctly.
Her musings were disrupted when she heard Rudiger's sudden speech, surprised at the sudden eloquence and grace that he used to command the room. His idea was not a bad one, it actually reminded her greatly of how governments ran in Edan- she was just surprised by who it came from. Coming from Rudiger...she was learned a lot about her friend today. She noticed his daze-like stupor moments later and, gently rested a hand on his arm, peeking at him trying to see if he was alright. She wished there was-
She blinked as a glass of water suddenly appeared just in front of her with a pop of pink smoke. She jumped as Gundulf growled directing her attention to the little tentacle familiar that was closely watching her with a smile on her face as she kicked her legs on the arm rest of the empress. SHe still didn't like the look of her, but she gave her a nod as she took the glass and offered it to Rudiger hoping it might set him to rights again, at least slightly. She half listened to the other interesting figure in the room, considering it.
"While that is true, it is easy enough to interupt or intercept such channels if one is not particularly careful about it. And it is harder to fully discern peoples intentions and meaning through a simple meeting through whatever medium you propose. It is an option, but personally, I think it better to look whom you are speaking to in the eye and discern their intentions and relative dispositions face to face."
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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 Dec 15, 2018 10:08:04 GMT -8
“I agree with Tain Erik,” said Kojuro, after others had had their say on the matter. “Trust needs to be built, and in some cases, rebuilt.” Those who had attended the banquet in Audria would understand what he meant by that, though he made no special indication toward Queen Audrey as he spoke. Just because world leaders had attended a summit, it didn’t mean that they would necessarily be allies. A country could have good leaders or bad, and they would need to know more about whom they were dealing with before agreeing to getting involved in any specific international affairs. “Tawakoshi will be pleased to send our representatives to your great hunt, my lord,” he nodded to the Tain, “and we will continue to attend any further summits that are held, however they are styled.” As for ambassadors, that, he hoped would come later.
As for Altansetseg’s marriage proposition, he had to satisfy a small amount of personal curiosity here, so he turned to the girl sitting next to him. “You mentioned that are looking for either a husband or a wife?” he asked her. “Forgive me for being indiscreet, but usually the purpose of a political marriage is to produce offspring to bind the two houses and continue the family line. To my knowledge, its just not possible with two women only.” It may have been the warmth of the room or perhaps he was slightly blushing, despite the measured tone his question took.
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Lady Venus
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 169
Age: 6,450
Physical Description: Venus's form changes in perception according to who percieves her. Her true facade is that of an alluring, yet horrifying demon with brown, muddied hair, green eyes and a serpentine tail. With
Clothes and Equipment: Somewhat scantily clad, Venus wears little more than a two piece. Her top would cover barely her midriff, and be strapped around the neck, while the bottom piece would go down to mid-thigh.
Registered: Jan 11, 2018 0:20:50 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Venus on Dec 22, 2018 15:43:55 GMT -8
"While that is true, Atlansetseg, certain Enchanted Mirrors bypass that necessity. I happen to own several. With as vast of a group present, surely they can all conduct verification. This allows face to face, and if you wish for truly physical meetings, I could arrange for some Looking Glasses made and shipped immediately."
She utterly ignored Kojuro, but made no effort to hide the disdain his question procured. Ignorance was something she loathed greatly.
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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 Dec 22, 2018 21:00:54 GMT -8
Rudiger's speech was mightily interesting. He had a whole other side to him, as this was not the same man she nearly collided with in the ballroom. Quite a lot of promise, that one, and she thought so with much more heart than she had before. She did not disagree with what he was saying, though she knew such nice little dreams would not come to fruition. Even if she had control over the Tamorjin, the Men of the Mountain would not be satisfied without a life of battle. To keep their support, she would have to help them fulfill that urge.
Though she listened to the next subject of discussion, she did not comment. The Tamorjin were not so magically advanced, though they had quite a few tricks under their belt, with more soon to come, if her father's plans worked out.
To Kojuro's question, she gave a tiny, gleeful smile. "If it is of great enough interest to you, Lord Hizashi, I could describe it to you in detail after the Summit has come to an end."
Unlike Lady Venus, Altansetseg adored ignorance, so long as it was not steeped in stupidity. To teach another was a treasure, after all.
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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 Dec 23, 2018 12:13:25 GMT -8
Rudiger had sat in sullen silence for a few moments, still trying to collect his wits and figure out what in the hells had possessed him, maybe both literally and figuratively if not one or the other. His mental isolation was shattered when the vision of a glass of water broke through. He gently took it from Deidra, turning to her and offering a soft, "Thank you," before taking a sip.
It didn't answer his questions about what had happened none, but the refreshing, cool water helped recenter him. He listened with interest to Kojuro's question about two females, as he was unsure about the specifics of that as well. At least he was able to keep a bit of face in his silence.
As a follow up to Lady Venus's suggestions about using magical tools to facilitate diplomatic ties, "As convenient as that may seem, unfortunately magic is not as accepted in society as one might hope. Speaking from experience from my time in Voruta, even under the control the Empire magic users are still shunned and reserved for only court functions. And even in the courts they are outcast to the highest towers and furthest of corners, and are usually not trusted with important business."
"And even then, there lies the issue of sensitive information being seen by two many eyes and passed by two many hands. I don't know much about the folk tales in other parts of the world, but in the Grand Duchy of Voruta, it is always the leaking of information that causes a hero to die or for a castle to fall. For the purposes of confidentiality and peace of mind, it would be best to limit the number of access points to key documents or conversations," realizing he was beginning to ramble yet again.
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Lady Venus
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 169
Age: 6,450
Physical Description: Venus's form changes in perception according to who percieves her. Her true facade is that of an alluring, yet horrifying demon with brown, muddied hair, green eyes and a serpentine tail. With
Clothes and Equipment: Somewhat scantily clad, Venus wears little more than a two piece. Her top would cover barely her midriff, and be strapped around the neck, while the bottom piece would go down to mid-thigh.
Registered: Jan 11, 2018 0:20:50 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Venus on Dec 25, 2018 14:44:49 GMT -8
Venus represses a scoff. Despite her disgust at Voruta's apparent arcanophobic society, she was intelligent enough, and possessed enough tact, to not show such.
"I see. In any case, there is a matter I wished to discuss with all of you fine leaders." She risked a glance at Naoki, steeling her nerves. The Empress wouldn't be pleased, but Venus had to do what was right for herself, not Naoki. "It may not have circulated as high enough to reach your ears, but there have been rumors of a war brewing. Within my Homeland, to be specific. They aren't rumors. Now, they most certainly would not pertain to any of you, except for the fact that it will." Venus' lips tilt down.
"This civil war, is being spearheaded by an overconfident prat with delusions of grandeur. My father, the reigning High-Emperor, is trying to stop the horrid rebellion. I normally would never ask for aid in such a matter, but children are dying. They are being slaughtered by the thousand. I cannot stand by as they are butchered by twisted psychopaths who want to kill my family." She took a pause to breathe, the slightest tremor visible in her body.
"To open discussion, in hopes to gain aid, I will answer any questions you may have." She finished rather lamely, as if she wanted to say more but chose not to. Despite the personal topic, she was deceptively calm.
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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 Dec 29, 2018 13:54:25 GMT -8
Rudiger's good eyebrow cocked in a rather curious position as Venus explained her situation. Seemed that everyone and their cousin was having an argument over who had the right to rule and for what reasons. Must be something in the water he thought as he took another sip from the glass in his hand.
Do not trust her.
Rudiger turned in his as if to face a voice... no multiple voices, all different yet all together whispering to him. But there was nothing behind him.
Do not trust her.
It came again, sounding more imperative and he looked over to Deidra, to see if she was saying something to him. His eyebrows scrunched in perplexion as he saw she was silent. But that can't be right, it wasn't coming from outside... his mental process paused, realizing that the source of the voices was inside his own mind. But it wasn't his thoughts.
Swallowing and clearing his throat, he began as diplomatically as he could despite the distractions, "I'm truly sorry for your plight Miss Venus. As one acquainted with dynastic feuds, I can empathize with your position. But unfortunately, the Duchy of Voruta cannot offer any aid in this venture. We still need to rebuild ourselves for the time being. And I doubt you would want Vorutans there anyways, as from your statement about the use of magic, they may decided the entire nation needs leveling for its use."
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Lady Venus
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 169
Age: 6,450
Physical Description: Venus's form changes in perception according to who percieves her. Her true facade is that of an alluring, yet horrifying demon with brown, muddied hair, green eyes and a serpentine tail. With
Clothes and Equipment: Somewhat scantily clad, Venus wears little more than a two piece. Her top would cover barely her midriff, and be strapped around the neck, while the bottom piece would go down to mid-thigh.
Registered: Jan 11, 2018 0:20:50 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Venus on Dec 29, 2018 19:06:30 GMT -8
Venus smiled politely. "I did not expect much Vorutan aid anyways. Keeping a vigil watch for any artifacts would suffice in your.. Peculiar situation. Any questions the rest of you may have?"
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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 Dec 29, 2018 20:23:28 GMT -8
Queen Velmerys had tried to remain up to speed with the conversation while also telepathically communicating with Sinipius. Her dark mental world contrasted greatly with the happenings around the Summit table, tiresome upon the mind. Bel was an accomplished mage, that much was certain, but dividing her attention between both planes, while keeping one stable, was not within her deck of cards. A hand ran through her hair, though which one did the action she was not quite sure, it was most definitely one of them.
"There is no use crying over spilled milk, I suppose. Whatever." With that, she cut her communication with Sinipius, eyes finally focusing upon the colorful real world, instead of the odd double vision of grays and vibrant scenes. A headache began to form behind her eyes, which she squinted, in a useless attempt to lessen the sudden pain.
"The Velmerian Empire cannot delegate any more legions to outside conflicts, as they are already stretched in their duties as is. I wish I could offer more than moral support, but beyond that, my men and my swords are for Velmerys, and for Velmerys they shall remain." Apologetic, yet stern, pale blue eyes still squinted.
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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 Dec 30, 2018 12:20:21 GMT -8
Deidra listened to the woman with a demonic aura describe her situation. Her heart smarted a bit with sympathy but Gundulf did well to dispel that reminding her just what type of being she was dealing with. Though there was harmony between the 4 realms, the one between the Netherworld and the rest had always been shaky even at the best of situations. More than once they had attempted to sabotage peace relations, or caused strife, merely to cause chaos. She'd been taught from a very young age to be wary.
"...My apologies. I am merely myself at this time. I feel for your suffering but just as I told young Altansetseg, my country will likely not offer aid outside of my own being. A war effort...especially of the origins I infer you are suggesting is not one I could aid with. I bid you fare well though and find aid elsewhere."
As diplomatically as she could she inclined her head to the Lady Venus. Hopefully it would cause no offense, she did try to be tactful.
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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 Dec 30, 2018 16:21:06 GMT -8
I did not expect much Vorutan aid anyways. Keeping a vigil watch for any artifacts would suffice in your.. Peculiar situation.
The cocked eyebrow in curiosity furrowed into frustration and a not so well hidden spreading of red began to color Rudiger's weathered cheeks. Even as I tell her no as politely as I can, she deigns to still order me around? And who this woman anyways, to keep her titles to herself and yet throws herself on the Council? Even a peasant needing to be ridden of a beast in the village gave a proper introduction!
Harlot! Harpy! Do Not Trust Her!
The voices came again all echoing each other in their denouncements, and Rudiger could not help but agree with them, even if they were unnerving. It was clear whoever these voices were knew what their way around politics. Rudiger didn't know if he appreciated that or not.
He turned to face Naoki for a moment, his frustration plain on his face. Turning back to Venus, he asked, struggling to keep his voice level, "And may I ask, who are you? You simply introduced yourself as a guest of Her Majesty, but have not deigned to explain in adequate terms to the members present who you represent and where we would need to send the aid to."
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Lady Venus
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 169
Age: 6,450
Physical Description: Venus's form changes in perception according to who percieves her. Her true facade is that of an alluring, yet horrifying demon with brown, muddied hair, green eyes and a serpentine tail. With
Clothes and Equipment: Somewhat scantily clad, Venus wears little more than a two piece. Her top would cover barely her midriff, and be strapped around the neck, while the bottom piece would go down to mid-thigh.
Registered: Jan 11, 2018 0:20:50 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Venus on Dec 30, 2018 18:12:03 GMT -8
"Make no mistake, Queen Belestrasza. The war will spread. The rebels will not be content to simply create chaos in my Homeland. This is as much a plea for aid so much as a warning. The Blood Prince will come, and he will take no prisoners. He is intelligent, and will come to destroy your kingdoms before you could attempt a retaliation. Those he sees as sinners will be the first he attacks. Those who commit crimes against their blood, the avaricious and even adulterers." She gave a meaningful look to Belestrasza, before glancing at everyone else. "Nobody is safe."
Turning to look at Rudiger, she smiled. "Ah, finally, a question. I am Queen Venus of the Rosaceae Kingdom, the only daughter of the High-Emperor Obitus. I have not deigned fit to disclose my homeland's location, as a matter of safety. Any zealous arcanophobes who may wish to 'purify' the land, have been an issue before."
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