Storyteller
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Roleplay posts: 63 
Registered: Jan 22, 2019 10:58:11 GMT -8
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Post by Storyteller on Feb 22, 2020 15:56:32 GMT -8
Blue Blood Runs Red The city of Isra has long stood as a beacon of light and civilization in the world. While some may have cast aspersions upon it, claimed that The City of The Sun cast a long and obtrusive shadow over the world there are none that can deny its power. It is an empire at its height and it has never faced any true tragedy. But that is about to change. Blue Blood is about to run red and Isra’s defenders must be called to arms to face its first real challenge. Where does this foe come from? From within her very walls. Those who have consumed Blue Blood: Camaro (Dart) Maripha Lenny Labree Aldergaze Kali'Xena Your debt is due. They and those citizens within the city who have imbibed the drug find their bodies burning, their minds consumed, their spirits bent. They are stronger, faster, and more powerful than normal people as though they just took a hit. But now there is a new effect, an overpowering rage, a desire to kill any and all they find in their path. If the source of this madness is not found or another cure offered then they will wreak untold havoc throughout the city. They will kill and destroy right up until their bodies give out as the magic that fuels them consumes their very lives. Good luck fair people of Isra, you will need it. |
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Shyv'ahna Tes'laya
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Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 27
Physical Description: Shyv'ahna, or Ahna for short, is an Av' nomad woman, standing at 180cm (6ft) tall. Though tall for a woman, she is infact the average for most Av' women.
She has light lavender skin, intersected by light, feint tattoos that glow while using magic, her eyes are golden, and her hair a very dark purple.
She adorns herself with jewellery, specifically gold caps to her horns, silver and golden rings, two on the right side of her bottom lip, four in her right ear, and one through her septum that links with her bottom ear ring.
Her body type is strong through years of patient training and practice with her weapon, and covered, much like her face, in tattoos and the occasional scar.
She's a plains Av'rae, meaning she has a, what some would consider, original form the the Av, without much of a regional change. Her bowed legs end in regular Av' feet, and her horns curl around her ears.
Clothes and Equipment: Ahna uses medium armour. Leather, light scaled metal, and chainmail make up the most of her outfit, but all under a dark blue poncho, adorned with golden stitching and traditional Av'rae patterns that dance across its light blue trim.
Her armour consists of a chain vest and a scaled skirt that reaches her knees around the back and sides, leaving the front open, starting at her belt and fanning out. Over the chain vest, she usually wears a leather corset to keep it in place.
Her weapon is a bardiche, a two handed pole weapon with a long, curved blade attached to the top. The curve ends just over the pole, allowing her to chop and stab, should she need to.
Her backup weapon is a long dagger she had acquired from a far off land, its blade curved even more so than her bardiche.
Allegiances: To the Av'rae people.
Registered: Aug 5, 2019 18:29:08 GMT -8
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Post by Shyv'ahna Tes'laya on Feb 22, 2020 17:55:57 GMT -8
Shyv’Ahna, the Av’ nomad, stands atop her cart as she prepares the last of her equipment, ready to move along to the next big place. Yule had been nice, yes, but she never liked to stay in Isra for too long. It had a certain stink of arrogance and that eternal desire for glamour and glory that turned her stomach if she stayed for too long. Most major cities did, but Isra is certainly the biggest. Why her sister Xena enjoyed coming here is beyond her.
She ties down her newly filled water barrel and her food supplies, then puts her hands on her hips. Ah, finally. Finished. She would have to seek out Xena one last time to say goodbye before hitting the roads with the intention on going to the land of nomads, Toragana. It’d been too long since she’d travelled there, and it almost guaranteed some quiet time, and time among those like her, those that travel instead of stewing in the filth of greed and material possessions, and the ever looming jackboot of an authoritarian regime. The land of the truly free people.
The tall Av’ woman climbs off her cart and grabs her bardiche, never going anywhere without it, and slips it into position on her back and clips the little button that kept it in place, and allows her to retrieve it quickly. Now, where is-
A searing pain shoots through her skull as she drops to her knees, holding her head in shock, pain, and anguish as she’s flooded with feelings of rage, sorrow, confusion, and pain. Images flash in front of her, all heavily tinged with blue. Screams resound in her ears, most unfamiliar, but one rages above the others. The voice of Kali’Xena.
When the barrage subsides enough for her to stand, she gets to her feet and looks around desperately. Her tattoos and eyes glow as her magic channels, brought forward by the confusion, and sparks of lightning shoot along her arms and across her horns. Something is very wrong with Xena, something very very wrong. Her duty and oath must be fulfilled, she must protect her little sister at all costs.
Her own magic seeps into her mind, quieting it just enough for her to see clearly. The mental connection between the two is strong, but through magic and a lifetime of honing her mental strength, Ahna finds her purpose, and that’s to move swiftly. These are dangerous times, and she will not be stopped.
With weapon now in hand, she runs through the streets, towards the source of her mental anguish. Static flares out around her as she runs, the anger in her veins pushing her magic outwards all around her, but she doesn’t care. She has one thing on her mind.
Save Xena.
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