Nilanwe
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Physical Description: Nilanwe is a petite, playful fae. Her eyes, overly large are a solid light blue, and seem like pools designed to slowly pull you into their surprisingly deep waters. Her hair is cut short, primarily to prevent her small, beating wings from disturbing it. Her skin, while dark, is splashed with freckles of varying shades of blue giving her an outlandish appearance.
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Nilane's choices in clothes are often simple and elegant. Designed both to enhance her natural charms and allow her to perform her more complex tasks without fear of disturbance.
The exception to this is jewelry, which she often fancies. She wears a band around her throat, set with a strangely glowing sapphire which, when touched, renders her invisible.
Registered: Jun 4, 2019 8:56:03 GMT -8
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Post by Nilanwe on Jun 4, 2019 9:45:35 GMT -8
Elanwe was nothing if not eager to joining the celebrations of her fellow fae. As small as a candle she danced and sang with the clouds of fae that hovered above the partygoers. It was amazing to think, she had considered earlier in the day, that one of the humans that had been invited could look up, see that cloud and know each little fae had experiences that likely outstripped their respective lifetimes by a multiple of hundreds. Of course, that had been the sober thoughts of Midday Elanwe. Now, with the drink filling her belly with fire, and the intoxicating atmosphere she was feeling quite playful despite the time of day. Soon, however, the conversations of fae grew dull. The worst part about these parties was that, if you knew each other for centuries you had time to hear *all* of one-another's stories. But for the update of the past year she had heard everything these little rascals had to say and now they were taking turns listing off their funniest or most satisfying experiences of their lives. Bo-ring.
Yet down below the humans milled about, talking to one-another in light, awe-inspired tones. They were much more interesting, she was sure. How they managed to fit in such stories into their short lives was impossible for her to know yet either by her will, or her compromised judgement she found herself desperately wanting to be a part of one. After all, a dalliance of a century could at times be fun. Gazing around her limpid blue eyes tried to select one of the humans. The two women talking? No, she recognized the feathered one. Someone had already mentioned seeing her later. The masked one could be interesting, but she decided that he simply knew too much to actually be fun. No, it was more fun to lure in the ignorant. That thought, of course, made her consider the Marshall. You couldn't get more ignorant than that, she decided.
Yet, as she turned her gaze in that direction she spotted a younger boy. He was cute, in his own way. Trying very hard to build a barrier in people's perceptions between the young children that scrambled about him and appear as a fully capable adult. Anyone who took a glance, however, would recognize him to be quite a far cry from the man he so desperately tried to present. Zipping to the ground, she grew to her full, yet still diminutive height. Her bare feet planted in the grass, she drifted up to the conversing group, eyeing the fair, blonde-haired woman whose commanding, yet melancholy presence hinted that she might be the mother of her target. Then, her gaze fell upon Voltaire.
"Excuse me, sir." her small voice chimed timid and meek. It was not, perhaps her usual voice, but she had dealt with human men enough to know when one wanted to feel particularly masculine she merely had to act more feminine. "Perhaps, if it is not too much trouble...I may trouble you for a dance?"
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Registered: Apr 25, 2024 15:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2019 10:26:27 GMT -8
Voltaire was doing his best not to give in to the game of tag he was unceremoniously forced into. He wasn't exactly happy, and for many reasons.
First, he hadn't wanted to move from the plantation estate in Aozora. He had friends there, a history there, but his enterprising mother had insisted they had to move to some place else so they could give the entirety of the estate to the Gauldish refugees.
Second, he hadn't been happy with Foxgloves presence. Although Voltaire had enjoyed the sweet the peddler had tossed his way, he was still suspicious. And speaking of suspicious...
Third, he didn't like Alden Marshall. He was too familiar with Voltaire's mother, even if he was more subtle about it than other men had been, and even if Alden had the pretty yet odd girl on his arm.
Fourth, he was too old to be playing games with children, kittens, or kitten-children. Gabrielle was enjoying herself, obviously, but Voltaire wanted to explore the grounds.
Another one of the blue-haired kidd knocked at his arm, obviously trying to get him to play. Voltaire, tall, dark haired, and blue eyed, merely rolled his eyes at the child and adjusted the sleeve of his tailored jacket.
With the sound of parental conversation to one side and childish giggling to the other, the young man that was still technically growing into his shoulders, even if he was a good looking lad, turned to survey the festival...
... And that's when he saw the enchanting fae creature coming his way.
He swallowed, and then immediately tried to put on a debonair smile, like he was far more confident (and older) than he was.
He chuckled when she said sir, and spoke. "Call me Vol--" his voice cracked and he cleared his throat, trying hard not to blush. "Call me Voltaire." Her request to dance was met with an even broader smile. "Trouble? It would be me pleasure." He offered his arm like a gentleman.
"Mother said not to stray," His annoying redheaded sister said as she paused in her game of tag with the kids.
"Be quiet," Voltaire said in a hushed whisper. "It's just a dance."
And then he gave a thousand watt smile to Elanwe and lead her toward the dance area.
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Nilanwe
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Physical Description: Nilanwe is a petite, playful fae. Her eyes, overly large are a solid light blue, and seem like pools designed to slowly pull you into their surprisingly deep waters. Her hair is cut short, primarily to prevent her small, beating wings from disturbing it. Her skin, while dark, is splashed with freckles of varying shades of blue giving her an outlandish appearance.
Clothes and Equipment: -----
Nilane's choices in clothes are often simple and elegant. Designed both to enhance her natural charms and allow her to perform her more complex tasks without fear of disturbance.
The exception to this is jewelry, which she often fancies. She wears a band around her throat, set with a strangely glowing sapphire which, when touched, renders her invisible.
Registered: Jun 4, 2019 8:56:03 GMT -8
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Post by Nilanwe on Jun 5, 2019 13:48:03 GMT -8
Elanwe couldn't tell if the others had noticed her lure the boy away, but it didn't concern her. After all, who could blame a girl for wanting a dance at a party? Her meek smile broadened playfully as the younger boy's voice cracked but she did well to hide any amusement she might have gotten from it. Then, winking at the little girl who had shared her protest allowed Voltaire to leader her away, her hand around his elbow.
"Was that your family, Voltaire?" she asked innocently. He had given his name so easily. She, on the other hand, might be keeping her own secret a little while longer. They soon reached a patch of grass that had fae and elves of all sorts dancing upon it. Prancing happily to the jolly music that seemed to play itself from the stage. Reaching out she placed her hands lightly upon her partner's shoulders, staring up at him with her large, enchanting eyes.
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Rook
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 56
Physical Description: Fair and strong-featured Rook closely fits one's definition of typical beauty. His hair is long and white, broken only by two small antlers sprouting from the top of his head due to his Satyr nature.
He stands at 5'05" (Minus the horns) and his eyes are golden, piercing things. His legs and feet are slender and terminate in delicate hooves.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rook wears loose clothing of earthy colors and often wears a mantle of white fur. He also adorns himself in several trinkets he's found in his travels.
He has a harp he carries with him, and amuses himself with its music.
While armed with a wicked short sword and knife, he often opts to use his tongue and spells.
Has a bow with arrows.
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Registered: Mar 14, 2018 21:17:49 GMT -8
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Post by Rook on Jun 5, 2019 14:11:10 GMT -8
When Gwenyth mentioned feet, Rook's grin only spread, breaking into a short burst of laughter as she nervously corrected herself.
"Well there's plenty you can learn from me." he added with a wink. "I could teach you how to dance! Believe me, once you know how you'll find yourself wondering why you'd never learned to begin with! I've spent centuries in the woods, so let me add one thing from my own experiences: Acorns and rocks are going to be there next year and the year after that. The chance to have fun? That's what's truly fleeting." He brushed a lock of hair over one of his horns, revealing more of his handsome features. Yet he could already guess that she might very well be immune to something so simple as that.
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Gwyneth Sol
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 21
Physical Description: Gwyneth stands at a modest height of 5'8". She is very slim and slender- to the point that people may worry of breaking her by bumping into her. Runes adorn most every part of her body, trailing down her arms, on the palms of her hands, and down her long limbs. Her gray hair is typically half braided back but allowed to flow freely.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing her worn and weathered hooded cape and a long dress that trails along the ground. She wears a thick leather belt that had various powders, liquids, and odd talismans hanging from it. She also carries a large gnarled staff with her with a glowing golden stone within it that hums with power.
Registered: Sept 29, 2018 12:05:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwyneth Sol on Jun 6, 2019 5:33:41 GMT -8
"I... I suppose for a b-bit, it may not hurt." She stammered a bit. She couldn't really see a fault in his reasoning. And she didn't want to come off as rude, of course. That was often what her awkwardness was mistaken for unfortunately. "B-But I am dreadfully clumsy at everything but for mixing medicines and potions."
Gwyneth was not blind, she did physically acknowledge that the satyr was of a handsome disposition, but as he thought, it didn't really register for her. As she was, companionship was a secondary concern, both of friendship and romantically. She couldn't imagine anyone finding an interest in her, so she supposed it went both ways. She set her untouched cup on a stray stump for a moment, only to have it stolen away by another passing spirit in her motions to set her staff in the holster that slung across her back. She very rarely- if ever- set aside her staff and evidenced by the cup being stolen away, it didn't exactly leave her in a comfort to leave it out of her sight.
"Ah so... how...?" She said after a moment, dropping her cloak over her staff, the crystal poking out from behind her now.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Apr 25, 2024 15:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2019 17:54:06 GMT -8
"Not really," Voltaire answered, carefully spoken as he wanted to keep his deepened timbre even. Puberty had been good to Voltaire in giving him height and filling out his arms and chest, as well as squaring his jaw. His voice had deepened too, but as Elanwe discovered, it tended to crack when he got too excited.
And he was most definitely excited. Giddy at the very least. His heart was pumping at a quicker crescendo, and his blood was racing just a little faster. He tried to look around at the festival do he wasn't constantly staring at the lilac darling on his arm. She was so tiny! And so beautiful...
"It's just my sister. Do you have sisters?" He asked, as he stopped on the dancing circle and turned to face her.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he circled one arm around her and held her other hand. Voltaire was an accomplished dancer under his mother's tutelage, but he was afraid he might trip over his feet as he fell into Elanwe's eyes.
Miraculously, he whirled her into the dance on tempo and completely forgot whatever it was he'd asked the fae creature.
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Jun 7, 2019 13:45:23 GMT -8
Khepri welcomed the drink with more mirth than she would have had without it. She thanked Freya briefly and eyed the fae that swooped away with the tray. The drink had better not have been poisoned.
"... it swooped through the window while I was sleeping. My keeper tried to catch it but avoided her attempts and landed in my arms. I woke up to her trying to reach beneath me to grab it." Her head lashed back in laughter. "She tried to explain herself but she won't be living it down for as long as the memory lives."
The Bird smelled the mead suspiciously before taking a sip. The part of her that was descended from her God would likely take care of any poison while she stayed beneath the sun. It was what would happen after that she was worried about. Her fragile human form couldn't even handle raw meat.
"And of you? How did you receive your invitation?"
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A Spirit Guardian
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Physical Description: As a spirit of nature, this guardian has many forms, changing with the seasons, the weather, or to match her surroundings. One consistency is her pale skin and bright eyes that mimic a full moon.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: May 15, 2018 20:06:46 GMT -8
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Post by A Spirit Guardian on Jun 7, 2019 13:55:35 GMT -8
"A pity. This music does demand it," she commented with a smile. "Nor does it ask for anything ever learned. I do not believe I have been taught, just observed. I often stirred the wind too wild if I were to join. Here, however... things may be less wild."
When warned about the Usque, she nodded. "It would not be for many moons yet. Even my journey took more time than I have ever taken to travel. In your realm, it will be longer. The whispers might just reach you before their arrival if I can wrestle the wilds well enough on the way."
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Kauri Graves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 262
Age: 26
Physical Description: Kauri has a complexion so pale that she seems to mimic the glow of the moon. Atop her head stands two long, thin coppery horns that seem unnervingly sharp at their tips.
Her eyes are similar to a cat's with a bright yellow iris and a slit pupil. The fingers on her right hand seem shorter and are fixed with long, sturdy claws most useful for climbing.
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Kauri's clothes seem somewhat colorful, sometimes scarce and sometimes superfluous depending on the ever-changing weather of her home. They're always slightly decorative, but sewn and forged with purpose.
She wears small amounts of armor, such as braces, breastplates, and greaves, but they're usually very small and are built more for movement than they are for protection.
She is skilled with a bow and sword, both of which she carries with her consistently. None of her weapons are terribly special, but they're sturdy and well made.
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Allegiances: Isra
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 13:22:51 GMT -8
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Post by Kauri Graves on Jun 7, 2019 14:04:17 GMT -8
"If only I were apter in magic. Alas, it was never my strong suit," she told Genevieve. Kauri knew Alden would likely have figured it out, but he wasn't alarmed by it, so there must have been no malevolent magic involved.
When the blonde Gauldin woman spoke Kauri burst into a racket of uncomfortable giggles. Her hand pressed over her mouth tightly.
"Oh, um, well, ah, hah, you see-" She reached over to grab a flask of ale as a fairy passed by. "I'm not sure that's, you know, quite a priority at the moment, we've not, er, gone that far. With everything. Time, time will tell. Ahaha."
She took a swig.
"But they all seem to be getting along rather well, yes? Anyway, tell me more about this shop of yours. I must have left Isra before you opened it. I'd love to give you my patronage."
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on Jun 7, 2019 14:30:46 GMT -8
"I would rather make the music," she said honestly. "I sing and play," she indicated the stringed instrument at her back. "And I am not fond of being too close to people I don't know. Not after the things I have seen." She looked down. "I also have a companion waiting for me. I don't want to leave him waiting for too long by getting preoccupied. As far as the Usque goes, I don't think you would notice time very much there."
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Jun 9, 2019 9:49:22 GMT -8
Genevieve's lilac eyes looked away from the children playing tag to look at Kauri. Magic was as normal to Genevieve as the skin on her body. Indeed, she could not HELP but to put magic into the things she touched, which is why Genevieve had been so adept at making enchanting clothing, and why the furniture, homes, and carriages she constantly used began to be "alive" and ever-faithful to her and her loved ones.
Genevieve was a fateweaver, and what she loved -- a certain pen, a certain tea service, a dress, a cloak, a necklace -- began to thrive. And when she felt sadness, all of those things began to wilt. In her darkest days at the hotel in Gauldin, she had caused that penthouse suite to become gray and flat, drooping, eroding, ever more brittle as she sank deeper and deeper into her depression until finally the foundation of the hotel DID splinter when she'd--
The golden-haired woman stopped thinking about that, and instead focused back onto the conversation at hand. "Oh, I beg your pardon," she said gently, her Gaudlish accent making her low and smooth voice almost musical. "I had not realized."
She was grateful for the topic change.
"My history with Isra has been, how you say, touch and go. Sometimes my shop in Isra is open, sometimes no, but now I have begun an enterprise to make a... mm, shall we call it an indoor market? I am still not sure what the correct term is, but I have come to realize the world has many, many talented artisans and I want to make a place where anyone can shop for quality items. Not just dresses and gloves and boots, but... perhaps perfumes, special pens, jewelry, quality teas and wines." Genevieve mildly gestured as she spoke, her brow very, very softly furrowed as she tried to explain her idea even though she hadn't the right words.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Voltaire stepped away with a young fae woman after a brief exchange with his redheaded little sister. Genevieve glanced away from Kauri and Alden to look over at Voltaire for a moment... it seemed only a harmless dance. For now. Genevieve looked back to Kauri but made a mental note to check on Voltaire in a moment to make sure he was still dancing.
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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 Jun 9, 2019 14:23:01 GMT -8
As was often the case Alden was almost sidelined in the conversation. Well, that was the wrong word. That implied that he was being forced out when in reality he simply was not contributing. It was a consistent problem with him and he realized that he was doing it again. Rather than socializing his gaze had been focused on the other guests.
Every form, every shape, every interaction and movement that he could see was taken in. Itemized, evaluated, and sorted in his mind into potential threats, avenues of attack, or means of escape. Which did not mean he was not listening to the conversation, only that he was not engaging in it and he realizes that this was an area he still needed to work on.
"I think you are doing yourself too little credit," Alden states abruptly as Kauri chuckles nervously and Genevieve soothes."The children are, admittedly, easy to get along with but they still like Kauri a great deal and they understand the nature of the relationship between myself and you. I think that the acclimation is going well and any when a transition comes it will go smoothly."
The children were disappointed that Voltaire ditched them but the young Gabrielle was making up for it. They were having quite a lot of fun and it was clear that the group were as thick as thieves already. Forming fast bonds the way only children could. Alden's eyes also followed Voltaire but he tore them away, he was supposed to relax, or at least somewhat relax, tonight.
"That sounds like an interesting idea. The kind of business proposition The Empress herself might put forth. Are looking for potential investors?" Alden inquires. He was familar with the basics of economics but was far removed from an expert. Still, if the question was a matter of capital he had that to spare. He had a generous wage that he barely used.
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Freya Haldar
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 23
Physical Description: Freya is a tall druid woman and Taingaardian woman standing 1.80 m tall with visible strength to her body. She has a fair complexion and wine red hair that curls down to her elbows and some of her locks have been braided. She has brown eyes, though they turn yellow whenever she channels her animalistic powers.
Clothes and Equipment: Freya wears a hybrid leather and chain mail armor along with her druid amulet around her neck. She has a rune inscribed sword at her left and often carries a bow and arrows on her back.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 13:09:42 GMT -8
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Post by Freya Haldar on Jun 10, 2019 3:40:52 GMT -8
"Really? It just flew right into your bed?" Freya raised a surprised brow and chuckled lightly when she told about how this keep had tried to reach in and take the letter. "Who is this keeper? Some kind of servant?" she asked curiously.
"The letter I received came with... a fox." Freya said and sipped her mead as if she didn't expect anyone to believe that - they certainly hadn't in Taingaard - but remembered that were currently standing in the middle of a ring of fungi with flying waiters and she was talking to a half bird. "Well it just came to me with the letter in its mouth - not that I'm not communing with animals normally since I'm a druid, but even for me that was a first." Freya explained and frowned inquisitively.
"Tell me... do you just... fly off to anywhere you want to go and see? No obligations or anything?" Freya knew she was considered quite free to do whatever she wanted by her father - including seeking out something like this - but what Khepri seemed to do was another level of freedom.
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Jochi
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 20
Physical Description: Lean, tan, long-haired, and strapping, this young man takes great pride in his personal appearance- and for good reason! He's often seen with an impish smile on his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Jochi enjoys a wide assortment of colorful clothing, usually made of dyed cotton or wool, with an occasional expensive item made of silk.
He also carries a flute, his weapon of choice as a bard, though he is also armed with a long knife, usually used for skinning animals.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Oct 21, 2018 19:02:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jochi on Jun 10, 2019 17:09:39 GMT -8
Upon mentioning that she was there to play music, not dance to it, the delicate, fluttering notes of a flute sounded behind Faisine. Slowly approaching them, having finished his conversation with the boy, was the long-haired young man who had entered with the demigoddess.
A few fairies had taken to dancing around him mirthfully as he played, his fingers spidering up and down the silvery instrument. He gave a wink to the Guardian of the Uske before tilting his chin toward the stage, asking her to join him. He then side-eyed the spirit, asking her to do her part, as well.
Smiling, Lady Nemo began to back away. "It was a pleasure speaking to you. Perhaps I can have the pleasure of hearing you play since I cannot have you dance."
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on Jun 10, 2019 17:47:17 GMT -8
Faisine nearly jumped out of her skin when someone appeared behind her, but luckily remained still and impassive. Her eyes moved to the man in question, and he invited her to play. With a nod, she pulled her citole in front of her, quickly tuned as she walked… if one looked at her, they might actually see the air shift if a sour note was plucked. She murmured some things to the man, giving him the count of beats per measure, a key of tune, and she sat down. She strummed a few times to begin just to make sure all was in tune, and began to pluck notes until he was able to match her.
There was something oddly magical… literally… about her singing and playing. The wind seemed to shift and the air bended and molded around them, and various images may or may not pop into the thoughts of those who stood by listening. Her voice was as pure and sweet as a songbird’s, each note and melody precise and trained.
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Kauri Graves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 262
Age: 26
Physical Description: Kauri has a complexion so pale that she seems to mimic the glow of the moon. Atop her head stands two long, thin coppery horns that seem unnervingly sharp at their tips.
Her eyes are similar to a cat's with a bright yellow iris and a slit pupil. The fingers on her right hand seem shorter and are fixed with long, sturdy claws most useful for climbing.
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Kauri's clothes seem somewhat colorful, sometimes scarce and sometimes superfluous depending on the ever-changing weather of her home. They're always slightly decorative, but sewn and forged with purpose.
She wears small amounts of armor, such as braces, breastplates, and greaves, but they're usually very small and are built more for movement than they are for protection.
She is skilled with a bow and sword, both of which she carries with her consistently. None of her weapons are terribly special, but they're sturdy and well made.
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Allegiances: Isra
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 13:22:51 GMT -8
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Post by Kauri Graves on Jun 10, 2019 17:51:24 GMT -8
Kauri spat out just a little of her drink when Alden mentioned the word transition. Luckily, her cup had been raised to her lips at the time and the motion was unnoticeable... to anyone that was a fool. She tried to recover as smoothly as she could, wiping ale from her chin with a small cough.
She begged to change the subject so desperately she focused solely on Genevieve, who she did have a genuine interest for. She listened readily at Genevieve's proposal, eyes widening just a tad bit.
"That's rather perfect!" she chirped. "My parents, they ran a business creating special leather covers and paper to use in spellbooks. That would be a good place for them to supply their wares. There's also another Fletcher in Isra, an artificer who was demonstrating quite a few little trinkets and weapons. Reggie... Regina, I think it was. I caught her address for some shopping of my own. I could give it to you when we next see you if you'd like!"
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Jun 10, 2019 18:42:23 GMT -8
"Hmm. I see her as my servant, but she would see herself more as my protector. Neither are wrong," Khepri told the druid. She drummed her fingers against her chin and narrowed her eyes for a moment, pupils flicking toward the ground. "Though... perhaps I am starting to see things a bit differently now. Companionship in the way humans feel it."
Gazing back up into Freya's eyes, she listened to her story of retrieving her own letter. "A fox? Well, that is certainly a rather charming way to receive a letter. This ... fae, they are different from my own people in their strong sense of camaraderie with the nature around them. Animals certainly aren't as friendly around me as they are around these fair folk. I can get along with most of the birds, but you'd have a hard time seeing me try to ride a horse!"
Pausing, she floated in an arc above the redhead. The Bird splayed her wings outward to show her. "With these, I can go anywhere, do anything, yes. I imagine I could be more carefree and life would be good. I already give myself time to enjoy the fruits of being made of the currency that humans like to trade, as is my nature to do so. I was made to please and be pleasured, but I have a goal that I must achieve that is higher than myself... so perhaps after that, we will see how languid my life can become. You'd be free to join me, should I get that far."
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Jun 11, 2019 8:21:27 GMT -8
"I wanted to get my contracts in place before I approached the Empress," Genevieve said to Alden, unsure on whether she wanted to share her proposal with other investors. It wasn't so much due to greed on profit margins, as it was that Genevieve had a very specific vision and didn't want to be at odds with others who felt they had a say -- or a right -- in the matter.
Kauri's enthusiasm had Genevieve smiling that warm smile again, never quite showing her teeth but friendly all the same. "I would greatly appreciate that. Indeed, I will be traveling to Quying and then Tawakoshi soon, so perhaps after I return I could use that information, and a friend in town."
Her maternal timer chimed down and she once again glanced over to the dancers to see Voltaire was still wrapped around his lady. "Do either of you know the girl dancing with my son?" Genevieve asked them, gesturing to the lilac-hued fae woman that was smiling so lovely up at the tall and somewhat gangly dark-haired youth. Nearby, the laughter of the children playing tag still chimed, Gabrielle's red curls bouncing as she ran with her enchanted doll running along beside her.
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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 Jun 11, 2019 17:20:10 GMT -8
"Understandable, if you require any help you have but to ask and I will render it," Alden says simply. The offer was sincere and whether she knew it or not it was a generous one. Money and business decisions were two things Alden knew very little about so his offer was essentially political clout and capital without reservation. Honestly, a less scrupulous soul could take Alden for a ride quite easily if it was not for his matron backing him.
Genevieve draws Alden's attention back to the dancers. His eyes narrow and he exams the magical auras clinging to the girl, the gathering was such a riot of colors it was almost impossible to see anything certain but ultimately he shakes his head. "No, I do not know her." His expression turns remote, distant. "But she is fae so you may wish to caution the boy. Just because the Chesknight guarantees safety does not mean necessarily mean he would prevent someone from willingly leaving the fair with a fae."
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Freya Haldar
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 23
Physical Description: Freya is a tall druid woman and Taingaardian woman standing 1.80 m tall with visible strength to her body. She has a fair complexion and wine red hair that curls down to her elbows and some of her locks have been braided. She has brown eyes, though they turn yellow whenever she channels her animalistic powers.
Clothes and Equipment: Freya wears a hybrid leather and chain mail armor along with her druid amulet around her neck. She has a rune inscribed sword at her left and often carries a bow and arrows on her back.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 13:09:42 GMT -8
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Post by Freya Haldar on Jun 13, 2019 13:26:09 GMT -8
It was difficult for Freya to comprehend why the bird woman had need for such a thing as a servant or the likes - but she was going to try and find out. "You seem quite... lively so why having servants? I understand some people of royal descend do it out of..." Freya said and whispered with a wry smile. "Laziness..." she added. "But you don't seem like that?"
"Well... animals have different tempers, and perhaps your affinity towards being a bird don't really match well with that temper of horses?" Freya proposed and shrugged. "It's like... I'm a druid and shape shifter, but there is only one animal I can shape shift into, because it matches the temper of my spirit. A snow panther apparently." Freya shrugged, not even she knew why exactly that animal was the one she matched, but it was rather convenient for her to say the least.
Her head tracing the bird above her with calm precision she wondered what she meant. "What kind of goal is this, miss Khepri?" she asked but shook her head slowly at her proposal to join her. "I'm not at liberty to throw everything away for pleasure and indulgence I'm afraid." Freya was adamant, however still curious to this quite fascinating being.
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