Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jun 26, 2020 19:18:58 GMT -8
A large village far to the east of Isra, in territory unclaimed by any one land, Farenvale subsists mostly on farming, with a bit of fishing thrown into the mix. A small mine near the village produces semi-precious stones of excellent quality which the village uses in trade with other settlements, the closest of which is two days away on foot. A few years ago, Farenvale suddenly shut itself off from the world, and the rumor was that it had been beset by bandits.
The truth was that it had been taken over by a necromancer who turned the villagers into her thralls. The necromancer was driven off and the village restored and resettled by Emahra Untyrid. Under her patronage and leadership, the village has begun to thrive once more, as many people have come to settle and open their businesses there. Residents include, but are not limited to: Lord Tristian Seryl and Takhana Veil, associates of Emahra who aid her in the governance of the village, serving as a sort of triumvirate; Eleniel Windsong, owner of Windsong Bakery; Feru din Narith, mercenary and owner of Catcall Tavern; Liv Featherstone, owner of Featherstone Artificing; Sayuri Kurokawa, owner of Waterlily Tea House; Alystin Dalael, owner of Dalael Apothecary; Eloria Tyrins, local quirky mage and peddler of magical items; Ranith & Ryzith Fletcher, half-dragon twins who serve as couriers for the village's residents; Ryselle Fletcher, intermittent resident and animal care expert; Ifanna the Mender, who offers her services as healer; and Ravanys Tranir, who serves as the Captain of the village's small guard force.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jun 28, 2020 17:42:48 GMT -8
It had taken two days of walking, and camping at night, to reach the village. On the morning of the third day, walking alongside Kaden Volknir, they crested a small hill and saw the village laid out before them. But what Emahra saw made her brow furrow in concerned confusion. Tugging her mare to a stop, she turned to talk to the bard at her side, but before she could, she heard Kalas growl. Immediately on guard, she put her hand on the hilt of the sword at her hip, and spoke to her companion in a low voice.
"..Something is very wrong. Not just bandits. I do not see any signs of life."
It gave her a bad feeling, and she felt the hilt of the Blade of Ankiri thrum beneath her palm, ready to be used.
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Kaden Volknir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 25
Physical Description: Lithe and of average height, maybe a hair under six feet at most, Kaden is in good shape though he lacks the mighty thews of some of his brethren. This is likely due to his higher than normal amount of elven blood which gives him angular high boned features and slightly pointed ears. He is also possessed of hair as red as flame which he's grown out to shoulder length, another rarity among the Volknir men.
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Clothes and Equipment: A leather cuirass, a bastard sword, sturdy green travelling cloak, lute, and standard travelling gear.
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Post by Kaden Volknir on Jun 29, 2020 16:11:26 GMT -8
"Aye, I sense it as well." It was something the unobservant would miss. After a long days travel the sight of a village would make most just hurry to get there. They might miss that there was no one in the streets, that there were doors hanging open, that a few windows were banging about unshuttered at first. It was subtle but it was also there to be seen, the village had been abandoned.
"I don't like it, we may be too late... but it doesn't look like a bandit attack."
There were no signs of violence or a struggle. In fact, it looked like the villagers had just upped and walked away. Hopefully that was all it was since that might mean that they'd decided to simply flee the bandits. But they would not know for certain until they entered the town. "Best to be cautious." He checks his hand-and-half sword, loosening it in the sheath so he can draw it quickly should the need arise. He may not have been the most talented swordsmen but he was trained.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jun 29, 2020 18:16:35 GMT -8
"Agreed."
Ema approached a small tree tucked into a thicket and looped her mare's reins around a low branch, the location allowing her to stay mostly out of sight and safe while the two humanoids and the wolf proceeded into the village. Trotting back to Kaden and Kalas, she uttered a low-pitched whistle that made the wolf's ears perk up, and he crouched low as he disappeared into the underbrush around the village.
Keeping her grip on the hilt of the Blade, Emahra turned all her senses to trying to figure out what had happened as they moved into the village, her pointed ears listening for any sound of life, gaze sweeping about in search of clues. The air smelled.. odd, in a way she couldn't quite place, but it made her frown. There was even a stale taste that stole into her mouth. What evil had befallen this village?
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Kaden Volknir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 25
Physical Description: Lithe and of average height, maybe a hair under six feet at most, Kaden is in good shape though he lacks the mighty thews of some of his brethren. This is likely due to his higher than normal amount of elven blood which gives him angular high boned features and slightly pointed ears. He is also possessed of hair as red as flame which he's grown out to shoulder length, another rarity among the Volknir men.
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Clothes and Equipment: A leather cuirass, a bastard sword, sturdy green travelling cloak, lute, and standard travelling gear.
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Registered: Sept 10, 2017 10:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Kaden Volknir on Jun 30, 2020 15:25:10 GMT -8
The silence of the village was nearly absolute but that just meant that when a sound reached their ears it stood out even more. There was a slight shuffling sound coming from one of the houses with the door hanging loose. "I am not so prideful to not know when someone is more skilled than me," Kaden says softly. "You take point and I will guard the rear." If there was to be danger better she faces it first since she was more likely to survive.
They push inside and the room seems to be empty but as their eyes adjust they can see a figure kneeling in the other room. They can't quite make them out but they are doing something on the ground making strange noises. The smell of blood and decay was thick in the air in a way that made the bile rise in Kaden's throat. This was not good.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jul 6, 2020 18:48:54 GMT -8
One pointed ear flicked in the direction of the sound a scant heartbeat before it would've been audible to normal hearing. She edged toward the house as her grip on the Blade tightened, beginning to pull the broadsword out of its magical sheath at her hip, resulting in her soon holding a sword that was mere inches away from being as tall as the one that wielded it. Her gaze darted briefly over to Kaden, and she nodded her assent at his words, before edging toward the house.
She nudged the door slowly open with a boot-clad foot and slid smoothly inside, her elven eyes quickly compensating for the lack of light, allowing her to more readily make out what was happening, although not before the scent of decomposition hit her nostrils, making her grimace. As someone who'd been alive for nearly two centuries and seen quite a bit, this wasn't an unfamiliar sight to Emahra. Magical energy pulsed from the Flame sigil in the Blade's hilt as she swung the sword around to point the tip at the figure crouched on the floor, illuminating everything with a soft blue glow as she spoke quietly.
"I think I know what has happened here."
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Kaden Volknir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 25
Physical Description: Lithe and of average height, maybe a hair under six feet at most, Kaden is in good shape though he lacks the mighty thews of some of his brethren. This is likely due to his higher than normal amount of elven blood which gives him angular high boned features and slightly pointed ears. He is also possessed of hair as red as flame which he's grown out to shoulder length, another rarity among the Volknir men.
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Clothes and Equipment: A leather cuirass, a bastard sword, sturdy green travelling cloak, lute, and standard travelling gear.
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Registered: Sept 10, 2017 10:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Kaden Volknir on Jul 7, 2020 15:49:04 GMT -8
"Nothing good I gather."
Kaden says as he registers the smell and as the light of her sword illuminates the room her suspicions are confirmed. The figure on the floor looks up from its grizzly meal of what appeared to be a dog. The creature had once been a man but with its face covered in blood, its eyes milky white, and its skin pallid and starting to rot there was no denying what they were seeing. The zombie struggles to its feet and starts to plod toward the elf.
"By the gods!"
Kaden says stepping back. She might have seen such a beast before but it was a new sight to him and one that would doubtlessly haunt his dreams for years to come.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jul 8, 2020 18:37:43 GMT -8
As the undead revealed itself for what it was, a grim expression claimed Emahra's features. It was far from her first encounter with such a creature, and there was no hesitation in her movements as she swung the sword straight and true, its shining blade aiming for the lumbering corpse's neck. Barring any sort of magical interference, it was a simple matter to lop off the thing's head, hopefully putting an end to its unnatural existence. Then Ema was turning away and moving cautiously back toward the door, all of her senses turned toward listening for other monstrosities. Undead were rarely alone, and this village had been a bustling one, if its size was any indication. There were likely to be many more.
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Kaden Volknir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 25
Physical Description: Lithe and of average height, maybe a hair under six feet at most, Kaden is in good shape though he lacks the mighty thews of some of his brethren. This is likely due to his higher than normal amount of elven blood which gives him angular high boned features and slightly pointed ears. He is also possessed of hair as red as flame which he's grown out to shoulder length, another rarity among the Volknir men.
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Clothes and Equipment: A leather cuirass, a bastard sword, sturdy green travelling cloak, lute, and standard travelling gear.
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Post by Kaden Volknir on Jul 9, 2020 10:14:43 GMT -8
Kaden was lucky that Emahra was there since he may not have recovered from his surprise before the zombie closed in. As it stood she dispatched it easily, the only real hindrance she might face was that she was using quite a large sword in a small room but she had enough space to swing, at least in the main chamber. "That was..." Kaden says as his mind races through collections of stories and songs. "One of the undead? If such a curse befell this place than this is an ill omen. I doubt there is anyone left to save."
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jul 9, 2020 18:24:11 GMT -8
"Yes. Undead, unliving, risen, there are many names for them. We must find the source of this evil and put an end to it. Justice demands it, even if there is no soul left alive."
Although she spoke the words quietly, there was an undercurrent of steel running through her tone. Throughout her life, she had held herself to a standard of virtue, and she would not abandon it. She needed to see justice done in the memory of those who had lived in this town. Creeping out of the house, she uttered two short, sharp whistles; the command would send Kalas back to guard her mare, who would be defenseless against the undead. Emahra cast her gaze about the town, settling upon a large domed building at the far side. She nodded toward it and addressed Kaden.
"I suspect the source of this can be found there.. or at least a clue to point us in the right direction."
Experience told her it was likely. And so she started toward the structure, alert for any sign of more monstrosities, her steps light and soundless, Blade held at the ready.
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Kaden Volknir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 25
Physical Description: Lithe and of average height, maybe a hair under six feet at most, Kaden is in good shape though he lacks the mighty thews of some of his brethren. This is likely due to his higher than normal amount of elven blood which gives him angular high boned features and slightly pointed ears. He is also possessed of hair as red as flame which he's grown out to shoulder length, another rarity among the Volknir men.
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Clothes and Equipment: A leather cuirass, a bastard sword, sturdy green travelling cloak, lute, and standard travelling gear.
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Post by Kaden Volknir on Jul 10, 2020 11:42:15 GMT -8
"Aye, I would say so." He eyes the architecture of the building. The village was a pretty standard affair, large, but not so large as to be industrial yet. The buildings were made with thatch and wood with some stone foundations and walls here and there. The domed building looked out of place, he'd thought it perhaps a church of some kind but considering it was the closest to being a fortified structure in the town it was likely to be the place where anyone who would defile the dead would choose as their lair.
"I'll watch your back." He informs her seeing no reason to change their strategy. She was the better swordsmen and he would still do his best work serving as her support.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jul 10, 2020 17:49:57 GMT -8
"Thank you."
Emahra was never one to take aid for granted, especially not in a situation like this. Magic was often the best choice against the undead and those who raised them, but the closest she could get was the magics of the Blade. And those, she was hesitant to use. She'd have to hope that the sword would be able to best the person behind all this.
As they moved cautiously through the town toward the large building, Ema continued to peer into homes as they passed them, and listen for any sounds of movement. It was eerie that they'd only encountered one of the undead. Where were the rest of the villagers? Would they be facing a horde of flesh-eating corpses when they reached the town center? Not knowing put her on edge.
Assuming they reached the building, which appeared to be a combination of library and town hall, without being accosted, Emahra would touch the tip of the Blade to the doors, testing for any sort of nasty magic that might have been put there to deter interlopers.
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Kaden Volknir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 25
Physical Description: Lithe and of average height, maybe a hair under six feet at most, Kaden is in good shape though he lacks the mighty thews of some of his brethren. This is likely due to his higher than normal amount of elven blood which gives him angular high boned features and slightly pointed ears. He is also possessed of hair as red as flame which he's grown out to shoulder length, another rarity among the Volknir men.
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Clothes and Equipment: A leather cuirass, a bastard sword, sturdy green travelling cloak, lute, and standard travelling gear.
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Post by Kaden Volknir on Jul 11, 2020 14:15:47 GMT -8
"Ema." Kaden says softly. "We have a problem." Her focus had been on the strange stone building but his was on everything around them, most importantly on behind. And almost the moment they approached the doors he'd heard something. The slamming of wooden doors and then he'd seen it. Shambling figures in windows approaching doors and as the elf queen turns to look she would see the undead start to pour out of the houses that had seemed empty just minutes before.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jul 12, 2020 17:43:43 GMT -8
As Kaden spoke, she glanced over her shoulder at him, and cursed softly in a foreign tongue at the sight of the undead appearing behind them. Not for the first time, she wished she could sense magic at work -- perhaps she'd have been able to discern the animated corpses in their hiding places before now. She would just have to do what she could now.
Putting herself between Kaden and the horde of living dead, she shifted her stance, sliding her left foot forward and her right foot back. So positioned, she swung the Blade around before her, the tip pointed at the advancing masses. Any normal sword of its length would've been too heavy for a woman of her stature to wield in such a manner, but the Blade of Ankiri had been forged from heavenly metals, making it light enough for the women of the Untyrid line to swing with ease. The jewel embedded in the pommel flared with brilliant light as it began to draw in mana, and Emahra inhaled deeply.
Then she swept into motion. Pushing forward with her back leg, she brought the Blade around in a sweeping motion from her right to her left. While the Blade sought to remove the head of the foremost in the advancing line of zombies, the wind slowly began to stir in response to the mana the jewel was gathering.
[Charge 1]
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Kaden Volknir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 25
Physical Description: Lithe and of average height, maybe a hair under six feet at most, Kaden is in good shape though he lacks the mighty thews of some of his brethren. This is likely due to his higher than normal amount of elven blood which gives him angular high boned features and slightly pointed ears. He is also possessed of hair as red as flame which he's grown out to shoulder length, another rarity among the Volknir men.
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Clothes and Equipment: A leather cuirass, a bastard sword, sturdy green travelling cloak, lute, and standard travelling gear.
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Registered: Sept 10, 2017 10:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Kaden Volknir on Jul 13, 2020 16:00:24 GMT -8
"Er Ema!" Kaden yells out in shock as she darts forward to face the hoard. "I don't think that is a good idea!" He calls as he draws his own sword and backs towards the door the town hall. More and more of the undead were pouring out in numbers that were, to put it bluntly, not good. It looked like half, maybe all, of the villagers had been changed and they'd been released into the main square. Even as the elf queen cut down one, two more were shuffling into place. It was immediately obvious to the young bard just what was going on. Whoever had done this wanted to make sure they entered the building and could not leave for fear of the hoard which meant that they were being watched. It wasn't good but all staying to fight would get them was dead.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jul 13, 2020 18:51:46 GMT -8
"Trust me! Get that door open!"
The words were called over her shoulder as she moved with all the grace of a trained dancer, sweeping in and around the undead to sever limbs and heads. Meanwhile, the vivid pulsing of the gem in the sword's pommel grew faster and more intense, until finally Ema rushed back toward the building. Skidding to a stop, she swung the Blade around her in a full circle, ending with a sweeping gesture toward the stumbling mass of zombies.
With her motion, the wind that had been growing more and more unsettled as the mana gathered in the Blade erupted forth, a wide wall of air that slammed into the horde and began pushing it back. Satisfied for the moment, Ema turned to see if Kaden had managed to get the door open, and if not, she focused her efforts on doing just that. If he had, well, there was nothing left to do but dart inside and hope they could bar the door behind them.
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Kaden Volknir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 25
Physical Description: Lithe and of average height, maybe a hair under six feet at most, Kaden is in good shape though he lacks the mighty thews of some of his brethren. This is likely due to his higher than normal amount of elven blood which gives him angular high boned features and slightly pointed ears. He is also possessed of hair as red as flame which he's grown out to shoulder length, another rarity among the Volknir men.
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Clothes and Equipment: A leather cuirass, a bastard sword, sturdy green travelling cloak, lute, and standard travelling gear.
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Registered: Sept 10, 2017 10:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Kaden Volknir on Jul 14, 2020 5:42:22 GMT -8
Kaden had, in fact, managed to get the door open and the moment she sprung in behind him he slams it shut. The door was made to be barred but there was no blank around. So he started grabbing what was left of the furniture and piling it in front of the door as quickly as he could. For the better that he did since he soon heard the hoard bounding on the great wooden double doors trying to get inside.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jul 14, 2020 18:07:54 GMT -8
While Kaden began scrambling for furniture, Ema quickly wedged the length of the Blade into the space, knowing that it would hold at least long enough for her to help him. She began dragging whatever she could find over to the door and arranging it hastily, so that soon the pile would be heavy and stable enough to keep the door shut even against the pounding of the masses. Once that was done, she stepped back from the door with a harsh exhalation, and flexed her right hand. The Blade of Ankiri disappeared from its place in the braces and reappeared in her hand, and only then did she turn to look at what was waiting for them within this building, her eyes adjusting quickly to the dimness of the interior.
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Kaden Volknir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 25
Physical Description: Lithe and of average height, maybe a hair under six feet at most, Kaden is in good shape though he lacks the mighty thews of some of his brethren. This is likely due to his higher than normal amount of elven blood which gives him angular high boned features and slightly pointed ears. He is also possessed of hair as red as flame which he's grown out to shoulder length, another rarity among the Volknir men.
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Clothes and Equipment: A leather cuirass, a bastard sword, sturdy green travelling cloak, lute, and standard travelling gear.
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Registered: Sept 10, 2017 10:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Kaden Volknir on Jul 15, 2020 6:49:23 GMT -8
The answer, for the moment, was nothing. They appeared to be in some great entrance hall. The vaulted ceiling high above, with a pair of large double doors directly across two side doors to their left and right. The room was likely a lot nicer when it was properly decorated but most of the furniture was now in front of the door which meant it was all looking a bit barren and torn apart at the moment.
"I think this is a trap." He says, not meaning insult by stating what may be obvious but he did not know if she'd parsed out the realization herself just yet what with the heat of combat having been upon her until a moment ago.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jul 15, 2020 17:30:08 GMT -8
"Yes, it is."
This was said calmly, the jewel in the Blade's pommel once again beginning to glow as it drew in mana, illuminating the area around them. She'd suspected that it was a trap as soon as the undead began massing outside, trying to press them into the building. That suited her just fine. She wanted to find whoever was behind all this and make them pay for their evil.
Gripping the Blade in both hands, she began to move further into the building, moving with sure but cautious steps, approaching the double doors across from them. Chances were whoever they sought was through there, and her anger was rising. She had no quarrel with necromancers as a whole (or one in particular, the thought of whom made her heart ache briefly), but this person had crossed the line. Killing an entire village and raising them as mindless husks was unforgivable.
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