Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Mar 5, 2020 19:33:37 GMT -8
She glanced first at the man who entered first, her gaze narrowing a little but he didn't seem to be too much trouble. It was when Jark entered that her hackles went up. She wasn't sure she trusted the dragon yet, but who could blame her after what her family had gone through? She wondered who the other guy was, and couldn't help but look back at him (Felix). Camilla stared at Felix for a long moment.
The serving wench was quick to take the man's order and she came back with a plate of Scotch eggs and some stew for the man, along with a tankard of ale. She set it down before him and took the payment.
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Felix
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 38
Physical Description: A large roguish man with a brooding demeanor.
Clothes and Equipment: Tattered cloak with a knife and short sword.
Registered: Sept 8, 2019 21:26:06 GMT -8
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Post by Felix on Mar 6, 2020 0:59:47 GMT -8
Sip, an egg gone from each hand, a gulp of beer, two more bites, followed by a long swig and a bletch. The meal was gone. Wiping the yoke off his chin with his sleeve Felix returned his attention to the room and saw that someone else had entered without his noticing. Felix quickly glanced at the one woman who faced him before hunching over the bar and shuffling through a stack of paper he kept concealed in his cloak, “Hmmmm, what do we have here?”
Thumbs thrust in belt the rouge strode to the table, taking a closer look at the women as he approached, “Is this old guy bothering you? I could take care of him if you want?” Chin raised, he placed himself squarely in front of the group, “But you don’t have to worry princess, he looks harmless to me.” Felix looked at the guys face for the first time and - oh fuck.
Felix definitely recognized Jarkoopi as one of the Do Not Approach individuals from his stack of papers. All he could do was meet the man, er dragon’s, eyes and hope maybe he would be let off easy. Mien stern yet glistening with newly formed sweat droplets Felix made his stand.
At such a close distance the sorcery that clung Felix could be traced to the coin pouch at his side. It was like a twisted enchantment, forced into place, always bleeding energy to compensate for hasty craftsmanship. Yet there was still a great amount of complexity imbued in the spell. Jarkoopi would likely feel the energy boring into him and easily sense the gaze of Trogdor.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Mar 6, 2020 11:01:27 GMT -8
The dragon in human form laughs. "I've been fine, resting mostly. How are you Jun?" He quietly walks to Jun's side and takes in the hug. Normally the dragon doesn't do hugs, but since he'd been gone a while and he probably owes Jun for something, she deserved a nice hug. He points to the scrolls. "Playing with magic still?"
He turns his gaze to Camilla, his expression surprisingly soft for a proud magical beast in disguise. "Camilla." He nods. "Good to see you again." He'd then take a seat near Jun.
One could imagine the sheer surprise the dragon would have if someone as a normal man could nonchalantly threaten him... but something was off. Surprise turned to a hint of concern, and he could see it on Felix as well. If the circumstances were different he would've pursued another course of action but for now he'd just turn back to the two, not wanting to disturb the other dragon or whatever his agents are doing.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Mar 6, 2020 14:54:50 GMT -8
Jun's head drops to rest on her arm on the table. Her face is still a bit red from being tipsy. She raises her bandaged arm towards Jarkoopi, showing off the wraps just poking out above her slipping sleeve. "I've been better, kinda getting through a thing. But I'll be alright." Her face is relaxed and playful, but the arm on the table nonchalantly reaches towards the "Ladies in Waiting" scroll, which would be very useful if these two were to suddenly come to blows in the tavern.
She looks over her collection after Jarkoopi poses his second question. Her mind flashes back to when she and Daedalus razed two thousand acres of land with lasers, disease, and flaming ghost animals. "Yah, you could say that."
Jun, for her part, was radiating surprisingly little magical energy. Her bandaged arm would seem almost dead in that regard. Her gambeson was writhing with a faint presence, and the scrolls on the table were unabashedly enchanted. But Jun's body itself was eerily quiet.
But there was something else. A movement, inferior to a light breeze, barely perceptible even to magically inclined beings, circled around Jun, watching her. This presence filled the entire tavern and even extended beyond it into the forests, as if Jun was the eye of a subtle, whispering storm.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Mar 7, 2020 7:48:45 GMT -8
"I..." she looked from one disguised dragon to the possible other, maybe just a minion. Jark seemed to mean no harm, but the other one left a sour feeling in her stomach that made her realize it was probably time for her to go. "It is good to see you too," she said faintly, then stood up. "I shouldn't be here," she whispered more to Jun than to anyone. The white-haired woman was almost as pale as her locks. Memories flooded into her, the fighting, the terror, the things she experienced during the war. It had been her fault, all her fault. Camilla put her hands up to her ears to cover them as if it would stop the voices of guilt.
Without another word, the former princess tore out of the establishment and stopped about twenty or so yards from the building. She pressed her hands to her knees, feeling physically ill for a long moment as she gulped in the cool night air. Images flitted through her mind, Evrand's face, Hylon, her children, the people of Medan, and those who fought with her. Then a sound drowned all others out... it was the forest talking to her.
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Felix
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 38
Physical Description: A large roguish man with a brooding demeanor.
Clothes and Equipment: Tattered cloak with a knife and short sword.
Registered: Sept 8, 2019 21:26:06 GMT -8
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Post by Felix on Mar 8, 2020 1:32:31 GMT -8
Totally ignored, eh? Well that was just fine. Perfect in fact. Felix began to slowly back up from the table. He was not foolish enough to mess with a dragon. What was he even doing at this table anyways?
A jingles of coins in Felix’s step and bitter self reflection and doubt was suddenly suppressed. The thought of the gold he had been paid and the promise of more overwhelmed his mind. Tendrils of evil auras emanated out of the coin purse like heat waves. Sweat began to seep through Felix’s tunic in the midriff. Knees shook as his backpedaling feet were anchored in place by an unnatural compulsion. An expression of greed replaced fear as Felix took a step back towards the table. His hands clenched and released spasmodically, gaze locked onto Jun now. She was on one of his posters as well, but unlike Camilla she was not wanted alive.
As the frightened human was broken by a lust for wealth, so too did the enchantment that he unwittingly carried in his coin purse begin to sag. The spell hemorrhaged magic that began to physically manifest as a caustic smelling miasma. With that release a static telepathy rumbled, “Do you seek to oppose me here again, Jarkoopi?”
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Mar 8, 2020 7:49:41 GMT -8
He looks down at the damage done to Jun's arm, whatever it was it seemed pretty bad. Some sort of magical strain from a spell? Hmm... "Perhaps when you can, I'm actually quite interested in what happened to cause this." He nods towards the wrapped hand.
He shifts in his seat once Camilla stands, Jarkoopi just figuring out truly why she might be bothered all of a sudden, reminders of a past no doubt. She lets her run by, letting Jun handle the situation as he's afraid he might make matters worse by pursuing her. Regardless he has to deal with one of his old frienemies.
The clinking of coin and strange presence nearby has him turn in his seat towards Felix, seeing him go through a weird possession or trance-like state. One the old friend talks telepathically and is in full control, the old man smiles smugly and speaks, much more like a dragon and less of a human now. "Perhaps old friend."
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Mar 8, 2020 19:07:59 GMT -8
Jun lurched over to face Camilla as she tore out of the room. "Camilla!?"
She got up, her chair nearly falling over (she was still clumsy from drink after all). She peered through the arch of the doorway, watching as Camilla sought solace near her beloved forest.
"Camilla..."
She sensed it, a connection with the forest uncommon among average spellcasters. She understood it to an extent because she had experienced something similar during her training. But there was something different. Jun had a universal connection with the magic in the air and most life forms around her. But the Usque was Camilla's place, Camilla's history. Jun was a friend of the forest, but Camilla was its family. So after hesitating a few seconds, Jun decided the best thing to do was relax and let the former princess' bond with the forests restore her spirit.
"... You know," Jun's headed slowly rotated back towards Felix, and her voice was cold and deliberate. "I may not be quite at full strength yet, but that doesn't mean I'll take kindly to being threatened." There was an ominous little crack as Jun's fingernail broke the wax seal of the scroll in her hand. There was also a faint build up magical energy coming from her throat.
The air grew still. A lot of air grew still. The whole tavern's air grew still.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Mar 11, 2020 16:18:09 GMT -8
Camilla stood transfixed as the forest spoke to her. She was too late to observe the proceedings, Tana had been chosen. Camilla could leave at any time now, she was not part of it anymore like she had once been. At least not in her mind's eye. She noticed the way things were shifting in the air and moved back in, "This is not a place of fighting." Her eyes were furious.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Mar 22, 2020 22:48:47 GMT -8
Jun's stern countenance seemed to melt into red-faced weariness. "S-s-see see see this is why she's the mature one in our friendship." It was as if she had taken the order not to fight as an imperial edict, but without the electric sizzle of being scolded by a parent. And with the threat of combat ceased (at least in Jun's mind), the air throughout the tavern would flow easily once again, and Jun's body would remember that it was three sheets to the wind in monsoon season aboard a dingy.
However, there was one individual whose guard had not relaxed. Throughout the entire encounter, Blackbean had been standing stoic as a sentinel right up at Felix. He barked a single loud crow bark up at the bewitched interloper, letting Felix know that he would not be unopposed should he decide to counter common sense and strike at herself or Jarkoopi.
Jun meanwhile, started to heave.
Something green came spilling out of her mouth.
It was not what was expected. Instead, they were vines. Rapidly propagating plant material spilled out onto the table and started to grasp and entwine around the myriad of scrolls that had been laid there. They'd continue to spread out until they encompassed each scroll while forming a mat to which to affix them to. The vines expressed an odd sort of sentience in avoiding jostling any food or drink, and in fact leaving the table cleaner than it was before and smelling of fresh mint.
Jun wearily shook her head and reached to pick up an end of the mat which conveniently formed a handle for herself. "I was too lazy to just put them all away."
There was still a scroll in her opposite hand, the one with the cracked seal.
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