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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2015 16:07:09 GMT -8
One of the four gates to the White City. Each gate is guarded by 2 Centurions and their men, along with a squad of ten Aaedanian Archers.
(Open gate, Free entry and exit for travelers.)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2015 8:48:42 GMT -8
A shadow of a shadow slips through the shadows of the gate, leaving for the more dangerous paths.
<Exit White City>
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Sept 18, 2015 6:48:36 GMT -8
Deciding that it would be a while until the king returned back to the city, Grandma had decided to go elsewhere, but had left one of the drivers at the Inn to relay the kings return to her.
A black carriage rolled down the road at a steady pace, however, it sped up slightly as it left the city. Haste was most important after all.
<Exit White City>
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Vaelar Black
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114 
Age: 35
Physical Description: Vaelar is a massively tall man, standing at a height of six and a quarter feet and possessing a powerful build. He has flowing, well-kept hair of snow white, reaching down past his shoulders, and eyes of a deep violet. He has a youthful face and a strong, well-cut jawline, usually covered with a dusting of stubble. Overall, his appearance is much more youthful than his actual age, and his energy and charisma has not dissipated over the years of his being a sellsword.
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Outside of battle, Vaelar wears simple and comfortable, yet elegant clothing. His indigo tunic is made of cave spider silk, breathable and flowing, and purposefully baggy so as to show off a hint of his muscular build. He usually wears a set of dark brown leather trousers to go along with it, completing the ensemble with a pair of well-built leather boots.
In battle he wears a set of heavy full plate, the metal of which has been stained black with red trim, an imposing depiction of a red dragon painted across the chest. Normally he wears no helmet, preferring as wide a range of view as possible. As for weaponry, he normally wields a well-made bastard sword handed down his bloodline named "Nightrend", paired with a steel kite shield, although the shield can be abandoned and the bastard sword wielded with two hands. On his belt he generally carries a complement of several different throwable substances, from gaseous potions to napatha to a vial of an unknown, viscous substance which traps his enemy in a thick, sticky black slime, simultaneously slowing their actions and compromising armour strength with its acidity.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 7:53:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vaelar Black on Sept 18, 2015 11:03:40 GMT -8
"Ah, the White City of Aaedan!" exclaims Vaelar as he walks alongside @bigred, his hand resting upon the hilt of his sheathed blade as he saunters toward the gates confidently. "My dear Kina, this is one of the best places for a mercenary to get work! Aaedanians have a strong military culture, and there's always someone looking for some hired muscle. And, I must say, you and I are brimming with muscle!" exclaims Vaelar.
The last few weeks had been a doozy. After making a pretty penny off the regional squabbles in Katashima, the Knight General and his adorable companion had returned to the Medanese headquarters, where they immediately began to travel again, at Kina's urging. She seemed very eager to see the world, and Vaelar is more than willing to oblige, especially for a lovely lady such as herself. Vaelar figures the Kingdom of Aaedan is the best place to explore, as it's been the center of much conflict and turmoil of late, and yet has been able to maintain a degree of order. An aspiring knight's paradise.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2015 11:11:59 GMT -8
Kina was taken back by the sheer scale of the city's walls. Nothing like this have existed in the years she spent on Katashima, and judging by the craftsmanship, it may still be years to come.
"My gods....I-I-I have never seen something like this before!" She said with amazement sparkling in her eyes. She couldn't wait to go inside.
"W-What should our first mission be? Will I-I need to pick up my armor before we go? W-What kind of armor do we normally use? W-What will my position within the order be again?" She started to ask rapid fire.
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Vaelar Black
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 35
Physical Description: Vaelar is a massively tall man, standing at a height of six and a quarter feet and possessing a powerful build. He has flowing, well-kept hair of snow white, reaching down past his shoulders, and eyes of a deep violet. He has a youthful face and a strong, well-cut jawline, usually covered with a dusting of stubble. Overall, his appearance is much more youthful than his actual age, and his energy and charisma has not dissipated over the years of his being a sellsword.
Clothes and Equipment: ===================================================
Outside of battle, Vaelar wears simple and comfortable, yet elegant clothing. His indigo tunic is made of cave spider silk, breathable and flowing, and purposefully baggy so as to show off a hint of his muscular build. He usually wears a set of dark brown leather trousers to go along with it, completing the ensemble with a pair of well-built leather boots.
In battle he wears a set of heavy full plate, the metal of which has been stained black with red trim, an imposing depiction of a red dragon painted across the chest. Normally he wears no helmet, preferring as wide a range of view as possible. As for weaponry, he normally wields a well-made bastard sword handed down his bloodline named "Nightrend", paired with a steel kite shield, although the shield can be abandoned and the bastard sword wielded with two hands. On his belt he generally carries a complement of several different throwable substances, from gaseous potions to napatha to a vial of an unknown, viscous substance which traps his enemy in a thick, sticky black slime, simultaneously slowing their actions and compromising armour strength with its acidity.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 7:53:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vaelar Black on Sept 18, 2015 11:23:01 GMT -8
"My dear, I ordered the forging of a special set of armour just for you when we got back. Normally, the knights of our Order don't get their first set of fieldplate until they reach the rank of Squire, but for you, I will make an exception, since I will be bringing you into battle alongside myself, and I enjoy leading from the front," says Vaelar, before pondering her other questions. "As of right now, I am unsure of what our first contract will consist of. Your position has yet to be decided, either. What skills do you possess?"
Vaelar hails the guards at the gates, who inspect him and Okina quite roughly, given the oni allows them to frisk her, checking for contraband on their persons and their packs before allowing them through. Okina's crystals gave them pause, but otherwise everything seems clear, and the crystals aren't technically a banned substance. "In any case, I am sure you will be able to showcase your abilities soon!" he continues, before entering through the gates.
<exit to the White City proper>
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Reynad Fletcher
Established
Wants to be the very best
Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: A man in his early thirties, Reynad has the typical Fletcher family hair, white and short.
Clothes and Equipment: He dresses according to his stature, in fancy custom-tailored clothes. A notable accessory is an earring that has an engraving of a pentagon.
Registered: Oct 16, 2015 15:13:13 GMT -8
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Post by Reynad Fletcher on Oct 17, 2015 16:18:12 GMT -8
A carriage bearing the Fletcher family crest rode into the city, stopping right after they were through the gates. A loud knock from the inside made the driver halt the horses. A snobby man's voice could be heard from inside:
"No no! I am able to walk from here onwards. No need to take me any further. You can leave now, and please give my best to mother dearest.”
The door swung open, and out stepped a gallant young man, his white hair glistening in the sun. He descended prestigiously, holding his cane on his shoulder and planting it on the ground when he was out. He swung his hair, revealing his pentagon-embedded earring, as he studied his surroundings.
How barbaric. Quite thrilling.
“Fitzgeralt!” Reynad clapped his gloved hands. As he did, his pet creature jumped out from the carriage, letting out a snapping, moist sound. Reynad put his hand on him and scratched his head. Fitzgeralt latched on his leg with his tendrils as a reaction.
As the carriage rode off, Reynad spoke, “Now then, I suppose we should find cousin Roy. A place of refreshment should be an apt place to commence, eh?"
~othatharooth!!!~
“Quite. Shall we?” The two of them walked side by side along the roads of The White City, gathering more than a few fearful and appalled looks as they strolled onwards.
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Robin Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 84
Age: 23
Physical Description: Robin is 6'1, has shaggy out-grown pure white hair, with bright blue eyes. He tends to always have a stern look on his face, even when he's drunk at the bar. His face is pale, with a decently looking jawline; not too sharp, not too round, attractive.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears an old worn-out suit with a white a lazily done tie to finish off his look. He wears normal old dress shoes and occasionally wears a long tan trench coat. On each side of his belt hangs two long, sheathed blades, loosely strapped in for easy access.
Registered: Oct 17, 2015 17:22:45 GMT -8
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Post by Robin Fletcher on Oct 17, 2015 18:51:20 GMT -8
Robin strolled up to the gates, he pulled out a paper and showed both guards.
"I'm here to build a new tavern here in this city."
He nodded and strolled on pass the guards and into the city.
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Megan Zachurr
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 131 
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Oct 17, 2015 21:57:34 GMT -8
Megan returned to her home city of Aaedan after another shitty quest completed. She was a semi-accomplished mage, and somewhat recognizable though she stood in the shadow of the other magi of the realm.
The mage passed through the gate and headed on her way to find lodging for while she's back in town. Though she has a home to go back to, she'd prefer to stay away and avoid her uncle. After booking her stay she'll report to the academy as usual to check in.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2016 3:57:47 GMT -8
There was evidence of the risen here as the horse made a steady pace for the eastern side of the city - disturbed earth, and even a few old bodies collapsed in the dust. He peered over the landscape with interest as he approached the seemingly empty gates - the world presumably quiet in the following stillness from the battle reaching a climax and conclusion. Unless there was anyone to bar him, he would likely wander right inside - following the trails of destruction wrought from the undead armies that had once moved within the walls.
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