Esphirises
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: Height: 6'6"
Weight: 260 pounds
Eye Color: Cerulean
Hair Color: Navy Blue
Skin Color: Silver and Blue with hints of scaling in Moonlight, pale in Sunlight.
Has a Seal on the back of his neck.
Esphireses stands like a human, but his body much resembles a shark in multiple aspects, especially in the face and gills. These gills seal up when out of water and his face can change into a sharks that is large enough to chomp off a humans head. head.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally he is found in his striped suit, black shirt, and white tie. Underneath his shirt is a light weight armor shirt crafted by a now extinct Elfin tribe. This armor shirt allows damage, but is extremely hard to pierce due to the type of woven metal they used. His shoes were snakeskin pointed dress boots that had blades in the heels. All in all, he was a well dressed man.
After coming back from the Ethereal Realm, he had been sent on a quest and was captured. When he returned, he had an iron helm helm that was locked around his head. Since then, he has searched high and low to find out how to get the helm off.
As for weapons, Esphireses has a cane that he does not need, but with it having the power it does, he took it for himself when they found it in Atlanticus. This cane turns into a magical trident. The trident is made of a blue metal and it's origins are unknown. Very magical, but not commonly used.
Smaller weapons that may be on him:
Shark Knife
1x Nightstick
2x Dagger
?x Combat Enhancing Drugs
2x Med-Potions
1x Shield Summoning Scroll
2x Med-Ethers
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 18:21:00 GMT -8
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Post by Esphirises on Dec 3, 2015 21:32:15 GMT -8
Angelic Estate of Phoenix ImperiumLocated beneath under the ground, beneath the belly of the the dragonUnlike the Angelic Estate of Atlanticus, the Cathedral in The Phoenix State does not reside on the same premises. This structure is the main use of the newly founded Phoenix Imperium. All their government bodies, diplomatic and economic business, and homes of the highest ranking members within the Phoenix Imperium's governing body. There is only one way in and one way out. The way in was by a waterway that wove through the underground through waterways incapable of sustaining anything over a small fishing boat. Once the Estate is reached, the water slows and the width widens making it a calm river. If one decided to leave, they have to walk through a magical doors within the Estate that held no exact location. On the other side of this door, there was nothing. It would be as if you teleported there and left no magic trail to follow back. When you stop to enter the estate, your boat will be left on the rock shore. You will walk up to a large wall that has three gates on it. All are well guarded by Phoenixian Imperial Army soldiers. Once inside, there is a courtyard that stretches the entire distance around the estate. It has a geryish green grass and lots of glowing floral arrangements that fit in the cave like structure. There was plenty of paths and stone or concrete like slabs. Gazebos and platforms were also found around the area. Once inside, the Estate becomes an interior city. Many places and locations within it that all were important. It was amazing how busy a place this size could be. Soldiers were the workforce here, whether it was politicians or assistants, cooks or handy men. In truth, it was a beating heart capable of sustaining an empire.
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Sangilak of the Saskatoon
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 34
Physical Description: A middle-aged, dark skinned woman, about 5'11, athletic, muscular build concealed by her clothing
Clothes and Equipment: As a god-mother, she carries a child, a little boy named Uglu. She loves this child and would defend him with her life.
She is armed with two metal shields with razor sharp edges, one of which also has spikes. The spiked shield is called Father's Hand, the other is called Mother's Cry. Father's Hand helps her create and manipulate plant life. Mother's Cry helps her control the earth itself. Despite this they are very plain-looking and can double as cooking pans. When placed together, they form a hang drum instrument called Harmony which possesses healing properties.
She is dressed in light furs, and always carries fruit and herbs to make tea. She also has a special milk blend to keep the baby in good health, and some basic traveling supplies and precious stones/coins.
Her mount is a large yak named Snowball.
Registered: Dec 4, 2015 14:15:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sangilak of the Saskatoon on Dec 4, 2015 17:56:09 GMT -8
Floating gently on the water towards the massive estate was a small river boat. A strange music bounced off the walls of the tunnel from which the boat came, and was now permeating the cavernous atmosphere surrounding it. It sounded a bit like a xylophone, but with a smoother, deeper texture. The woman responsible for the melody was middle-aged, tan, and covered in furs. She was carrying a baby on her back. Sangilak wondered what kind of people she was going to meet. Military generals were an unfamiliar concept to her people. All she knew was protecting her homeland and keeping promises. Her warrior spirit was fueled by the sanctity of life and the love that was demonstrated by mother earth and father sky. Her connection to the earth and its living creatures is what gave her strength, not the desire to conquer or kill. Maybe this was the reason why Elder Havador had asked her to join the Phoenix Imperium, to bring a sense of honor and respect for human life to their campaigns. The child, Uglu, was sleeping peacefully. Sangilak understood that she wouldn't be able to take him on military campaigns, but that wouldn't preclude the promise she made to his deceased mother: guard him with your life. And guard him she would, to the best of her ability, not matter where she went. For anyone that threatened her or the people she cared about would face the wrath of mother earth and father sky. She continued to play her song on her shields as the estate loomed closer and closer to her. The baby enjoyed the music and was sleeping peacefully because of it. The rowing man appeared to enjoy it as well. He might not notice that after listening to the music that crick in his knee wouldn't bother him again for a long time.
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[Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 221
Physical Description: Zaltos stands roughly 6'2" and weighs around 220 pounds. He is currently using a young male for his vessel that is around 17-20 in age. Since this side of his Red Phoenix has never been present long, it is as juvenile as the new Zaltos, allowing him to be open to learning new magic besides his fire. His build is that of a well trained martial artists and his skin in a moderate tan color. His eyes flash an icy blue and his hair is silver and shoulder length.
Clothes and Equipment: His garb changes, as does his armor. He no longer uses the Phoenix Blade in a broadsword form. This sword is a dual blade sword that is highly magic. These blades are covered in a magical sheath that turns to fire when Zaltos takes hold of it. This sword is rumored to posses the first Phoenix ever. He currently has no shield but his fire. He does carry small items that can be used in combat, but these items vary from time to time and will never be the same at any point.
Registered: Dec 23, 2014 18:25:01 GMT -8
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Post by [Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo on Dec 4, 2015 19:52:07 GMT -8
Standing on a large, well crafted and engraved, slab of Onyx, was a man adorned in a red and black armor that seemed to resemble a dragon but the symbols and engravings on it were of the Phoenix. Everyone was well aware of who Zaltos was and where he stood is where the meeting would occur.
There was absolutely nothing special about this slab except that it was the only onyx slab in the Estate and it was created from a pre-existing massive chunk of Onyx. Until every member arrived, Zaltos would remain silent. Everyone needed to be present for this conversation.
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Vylo Vinar
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Registered: Aug 20, 2015 16:30:22 GMT -8
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Post by Vylo Vinar on Dec 5, 2015 10:24:53 GMT -8
Zylo approached the slab upon which Zaltos stood. "Your majesty," he said. His tone did not emit one of respect or honor, but he spoke courtly as was respected. "I am Vylo Vinar, of House Vinar, and I have been sent here on behalf of High King Borg III."
House Vinar was the most wealthiest of the clans in Asgeir and a large investor in the Northwestern Trading Company. Vylo had pale skin, jet black hair that was combed back, and a Glasgow smile, with bright green eyes. He had a slim but tall body build, and had the posture of a noble businessman, but it was obvious he had a dark and ambitious personality within.
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Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68
Physical Description: In full armor, Giplor stands eight feet in height. His armor is silver, white, and blue, it's metals coming from the Drumbar Wastes in the Gravlick State. He uses the power of Light and his Holy Magic in the battlefield, with water as an elemental mastery. The avatar is what he looks like and his soldiers are very similar. Not much else to say besides you like him or you don't.
Clothes and Equipment: Enchanted Sword - Cut through magic/reflect magic blasts
Of course a teutonic shield that matches his armor and sword. He rides an albino Archaniox Rhino when he uses a mount in battle. He rides a white horse when travelling.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 16:05:06 GMT -8
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Post by Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt on Dec 5, 2015 18:23:13 GMT -8
Giplor was among the group. With him came only one General from Atlanticus, but he would not arrive with him. The massive Teutonic looking being stepped onto the black Onyx, placing himself to the right of Zaltos. Like Zaltos, he remained quiet until every General was there.
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Grelzug "Scalp-Taker" of Medan
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 32
Physical Description: Very old for a combatant Orc, Grelzug is a massively burly creature, standing at a height of eight and a half feet tall with a long mane of thick dark grey hair, yellowish, angry eyes, and a full set of extremely sharp, slightly yellowed teeth, subject to a bit of an underbite that makes his two massive bottom fangs protrude from his mouth. He has many, many scars from battles gone by, although not a single one has apparently ever come close to killing him, as he walks with a lumbering ease, his movements unimpeded by old wounds. His voice is low-pitched, deep, and gravelly, and he does not usually raise his voice unless enraged, which spells imminent death for most who anger him.
Clothes and Equipment: =============================================
Grelzug dresses in simple, and some might say immodest clothing, normally wearing just a hide loincloth, although in more civilised settings he tends to wear an entirely unfitting ensemble of a simple linen shirt and trousers, heavy black work boots upon his feet.
He goes into battle unarmoured but for a pair of steel greaves, a single iron pauldron upon his right shoulder, and a steel cap that only manages to cover the very top of his head, though it appears more for offence than defence, as single, long horn protrudes from its center, perfect for gutting and ramming. Although it's minimalistic, any more and the Orc would find it a hindrance, preferring to be able to attack with all his might when he becomes angry. His best tool in battle is his bloodlust and his rage, his unconsciously psychic mind causing certain effects when his rage is active. He wields a large steel cleaver, well-sharpened but crudely forged, far too large and heavy for most humanoids to pick up.
Registered: Sept 30, 2015 0:04:10 GMT -8
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Post by Grelzug "Scalp-Taker" of Medan on Dec 5, 2015 21:51:47 GMT -8
Grelzug enters the room and gives a respectful nod to Zaltos before moving over to stand to his left, planting the tip of his massive cleaver upon the ground. He stands out among the other more "civilised" looking folk in the meeting, wearing only a loincloth and extremely minimalistic armour. Tusk-like teeth sprout out from the bottom of his mouth, which turns down into a slight grimace as he surveys the area. Only two true warriors stand here so far: Zaltos and himself. Of the others, one is encased in a steel barrel, displaying his true cowardice, one is a woman with a child upon her back, clearly unsuited for battle, and one appears as a sly-looking sneak-thief. Grelzug makes a mental note to keep his hand near his blade and his eye on his valuables around that one.
This is going to be...interesting, to say the least.
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Phoenix Imperium
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Dec 5, 2015 20:13:23 GMT -8
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Post by Phoenix Imperium on Dec 6, 2015 18:22:45 GMT -8
The Arch-Generals were now arriving. These were the top Generals in The Phoenix State, hosting the largest amount of power and Phoenixian Influence. Almost every Arch-General seemed to have new armor on, at least new armor since their last sight with each other. One Arch-General was not in armor, but more in a proper Dress Blue uniform from his military branch.
In order, they were: Arch-General Promiethius - Phoenix State Royal Army Arch-General Sinn - Phoenix State Grand Army Arch-General Esphireses - Phoenix State Marine Force Arch-General Masu - Scout Union/Phoenix State Air Force Firgov Estherol - Estherol Armed Corps of the Phoenix Fort-Master Izol - Kiraxo-Torsal Union Army
(I did this to skip the intros since nobody will say anything. Once two more people post, we will begin.)
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Ka of Gravlor
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Physical Description: Gravlor is a mighty dragon of a light blue, almost white, scale plates. His body naturally formed into an armor like structure. Neon ice blue lines and squares pulse on his wings, and under certain circumstances, all over his form. It has been many years since this Wraith form has revealed itself, more or less, himself to begin with.
414' in length
When standing on hind legs, 340'
Wingspan is 360'
Clothes and Equipment: Gravlor uses pure energy, and lots of it. Where others breathe fire and lightning, Gravlor releases a powerful beam of raw energy. Not to mention it's high defense of his dense scaling and his razor sharp claws and teeth.
Registered: Sept 5, 2015 18:42:21 GMT -8
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Post by Ka of Gravlor on Dec 6, 2015 18:43:36 GMT -8
One more being arrived, the one Giplor was expecting. Only Giplor knew who he was, not even Zaltos had a clue except for his energy that he produced. He moved next to the opposite side of Giplor than where Zaltos stood. This form was the closest thing to human that the dragon could come, even with the Atlatian magic that made changing possible.
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Fundor Eater of Sheep
Committed
Mutton... human, what's the difference?
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 2000 years
Physical Description: Dragon: A truly massive ancient red wyrm, Fundor's scales have darkened with age to take on a blood red hue. Atop his head he has two massive black horns, which are swept back towards his neck, along with many more black horns all along his spine and covering his back. These spikes are not only intimidating but they serve as protection for the back of his neck.
Length: 375 ft (114.3m)
Wingspan: 937 ft (286m)
Height: 83 ft (25m)
Mortal Forms: lol
Clothes and Equipment: Dragon: Don't need any equipment.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -8
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Post by Fundor Eater of Sheep on Dec 8, 2015 10:08:42 GMT -8
A faint rumble was heard outside the estate, far away but still audible. A couple of minutes later a phoenix dove would flutter into the room where all the other generals waited, followed by an imposing armored figure. The figure stood at eight feet tall in full black and red plate armor, although it was mostly black with a ruddy red light emanating from various points. On his head the figure wore a black horned helm, with two horns atop it. Inside the helm none of the others would be to see the figure's face as a dark shadow seemed to cling to the inside of the helm. The only thing visible within the helm were two glowing red eyes. The figure did not say a word to anyone unless they spoke to him and instead stood near the table waiting. Link to image of armor: staticdelivery.nexusmods.com/mods/110/images/209-1-1321314402.jpg
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[Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 221
Physical Description: Zaltos stands roughly 6'2" and weighs around 220 pounds. He is currently using a young male for his vessel that is around 17-20 in age. Since this side of his Red Phoenix has never been present long, it is as juvenile as the new Zaltos, allowing him to be open to learning new magic besides his fire. His build is that of a well trained martial artists and his skin in a moderate tan color. His eyes flash an icy blue and his hair is silver and shoulder length.
Clothes and Equipment: His garb changes, as does his armor. He no longer uses the Phoenix Blade in a broadsword form. This sword is a dual blade sword that is highly magic. These blades are covered in a magical sheath that turns to fire when Zaltos takes hold of it. This sword is rumored to posses the first Phoenix ever. He currently has no shield but his fire. He does carry small items that can be used in combat, but these items vary from time to time and will never be the same at any point.
Registered: Dec 23, 2014 18:25:01 GMT -8
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Post by [Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo on Dec 8, 2015 19:25:59 GMT -8
"Welcome, everyone. I have called everyone here that needed to be here. Today, I speak not only for The Phoenix State, but I also speak as the only standing General in Phoenix Imperium...
Our lands have stood together for many years now and shared in the prosperity of the era. While the southern kingdoms are constantly suffering, we are growing peacefully. We have surely been blessed by those that we worship...
In the recent days, the Angel of Amun Ra has cast an vision in my sleep. He has shown me these lands under his light. Before me stood the Face of Phoenix Imperium, a number totaling thirteen. Today, there stands this many beings here.
War is on the horizon and we need to stand strong. We must show the world our united might before they come for us. Peace can only last so long, and if we wish to ensure they can be free and become something in this world, we need to fight.
Phoenix Imperium offers their flag and their funds to pursue this conquest. Under this flag, our armies stand as one and no longer our homelands. We will show the world that those who dare seek our harm will fail..." Zaltos spoke in a calm monotone voice that had just enough emotion to give his words meaning.
Zaltos looked at every general in the circle, making brief eye contact before he asked a question to the group, "Tell me great Generals, what do you say? I trust every general here has a fair opinion and even questions; do not hesitate in any of your words for they can change the future..."
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Sangilak of the Saskatoon
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 34
Physical Description: A middle-aged, dark skinned woman, about 5'11, athletic, muscular build concealed by her clothing
Clothes and Equipment: As a god-mother, she carries a child, a little boy named Uglu. She loves this child and would defend him with her life.
She is armed with two metal shields with razor sharp edges, one of which also has spikes. The spiked shield is called Father's Hand, the other is called Mother's Cry. Father's Hand helps her create and manipulate plant life. Mother's Cry helps her control the earth itself. Despite this they are very plain-looking and can double as cooking pans. When placed together, they form a hang drum instrument called Harmony which possesses healing properties.
She is dressed in light furs, and always carries fruit and herbs to make tea. She also has a special milk blend to keep the baby in good health, and some basic traveling supplies and precious stones/coins.
Her mount is a large yak named Snowball.
Registered: Dec 4, 2015 14:15:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sangilak of the Saskatoon on Dec 8, 2015 19:41:16 GMT -8
Sangilak folded her arms in discomfort. "And who are we expecting to fight? Is there a particular enemy we are seeking or are we about to begin a bloody campaign of conquest. I'd sooner fight all of you myself than destroy the lives of innocent people. Don't get me wrong, our alliance has blessed the Land-Tiller's Expanse. However, not everyone agrees with your ideals and your militaristic education. And certainly none among our tribe approved of the sudden war against Aaedan."
To this day no one knew who had murdered Uglu's parents, but Sangilak personally suspected they were spies from Aaedan trying to learn about the Phoenix State's sudden agricultural boon, which the Expanse was largely responsible for.
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[Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 221
Physical Description: Zaltos stands roughly 6'2" and weighs around 220 pounds. He is currently using a young male for his vessel that is around 17-20 in age. Since this side of his Red Phoenix has never been present long, it is as juvenile as the new Zaltos, allowing him to be open to learning new magic besides his fire. His build is that of a well trained martial artists and his skin in a moderate tan color. His eyes flash an icy blue and his hair is silver and shoulder length.
Clothes and Equipment: His garb changes, as does his armor. He no longer uses the Phoenix Blade in a broadsword form. This sword is a dual blade sword that is highly magic. These blades are covered in a magical sheath that turns to fire when Zaltos takes hold of it. This sword is rumored to posses the first Phoenix ever. He currently has no shield but his fire. He does carry small items that can be used in combat, but these items vary from time to time and will never be the same at any point.
Registered: Dec 23, 2014 18:25:01 GMT -8
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Post by [Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo on Dec 8, 2015 20:29:24 GMT -8
"Who we are fighting depends upon everyone here. Phoenix Imperium has found that Ivelius and the Nokari Mountains are two vital points of evil in this world. There are many lands in between, but battle is not just attack. We have to consider the side effects of anything that is to come.
As for the military education, it has lead us to the lowest crime rate in the Overworld. To The Phoenix State, it is not military, it is their way of life. As the Land Tillers are providers, Phoenixians are protectors. Everyone has their place in this world and that is one thing I know your people believe in after my travels with Jun.
The Light will guide us on this conquest. Know that peace will be offered before the sword is drawn. We are not here to kill. We are here to purge evil and define our strength in this world, through diplomacy first and with swords last...who is more important, our people or their people?
And before you speak of Aaeden, know your facts. I was there. Their meat headed king threatened the people of The Phoenix State. Every being in the state denied the idea of such a war, even I did. But when you threaten the freedom of my people, you will be held accountable. This same thing goes for any of you, if anyone threatens your freedom, we WILL stand together and bring judgement upon them as one... another reason for Phoenix Imperium." Zaltos responded to the General representing the Land Tiller's State; he'd wait for their response or someone else.
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Sangilak of the Saskatoon
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 34
Physical Description: A middle-aged, dark skinned woman, about 5'11, athletic, muscular build concealed by her clothing
Clothes and Equipment: As a god-mother, she carries a child, a little boy named Uglu. She loves this child and would defend him with her life.
She is armed with two metal shields with razor sharp edges, one of which also has spikes. The spiked shield is called Father's Hand, the other is called Mother's Cry. Father's Hand helps her create and manipulate plant life. Mother's Cry helps her control the earth itself. Despite this they are very plain-looking and can double as cooking pans. When placed together, they form a hang drum instrument called Harmony which possesses healing properties.
She is dressed in light furs, and always carries fruit and herbs to make tea. She also has a special milk blend to keep the baby in good health, and some basic traveling supplies and precious stones/coins.
Her mount is a large yak named Snowball.
Registered: Dec 4, 2015 14:15:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sangilak of the Saskatoon on Dec 8, 2015 21:05:23 GMT -8
"There are many interpretations to that saying, Lord Zaltos. Indeed, everyone has their place in the world. But as such everyone has the right to exist and be free, to grow as people and as individuals. If your campaign truly supports those ideals, then you have my support. But be warned, our people are not afraid to die for what is right, even in defiance of a commanding officer. My forces must have faith that every time we draw blood it is out of necessity. You must promise me this." The Saskatoon were nothing if not stubborn. Sangilak would make her principles known, even if she had to beat them into someone's head with an earth titan... *** Exhibit A
"No, for the last time you cannot eat my pet yak at your wedding ceremony what is so complicated about that?"
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[Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 221
Physical Description: Zaltos stands roughly 6'2" and weighs around 220 pounds. He is currently using a young male for his vessel that is around 17-20 in age. Since this side of his Red Phoenix has never been present long, it is as juvenile as the new Zaltos, allowing him to be open to learning new magic besides his fire. His build is that of a well trained martial artists and his skin in a moderate tan color. His eyes flash an icy blue and his hair is silver and shoulder length.
Clothes and Equipment: His garb changes, as does his armor. He no longer uses the Phoenix Blade in a broadsword form. This sword is a dual blade sword that is highly magic. These blades are covered in a magical sheath that turns to fire when Zaltos takes hold of it. This sword is rumored to posses the first Phoenix ever. He currently has no shield but his fire. He does carry small items that can be used in combat, but these items vary from time to time and will never be the same at any point.
Registered: Dec 23, 2014 18:25:01 GMT -8
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Post by [Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo on Dec 9, 2015 18:59:47 GMT -8
"I can promise you that no soldier reigning from the lands of the Land Tiller's State will never have to raise their sword to any being that is not justifiable. I understand such a wish. If it will make you feel better, the main force of the Land Tiller's State can remain based in the homelands as possible reinforcements if necessary.
Would this proposition make you feel better about this? If there is a people among us that would fight hardest at home, it would be yours. Phoenix Imperium will cover all expenses of travel and duty. Your forces would work with the Scout Union, thus taking even more burden off your soldiers." Zaltos spoke in response to Sang, letting them know that just because they were taking part, they didn't have to play a position in the front lines to play a key part.
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Sangilak of the Saskatoon
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 34
Physical Description: A middle-aged, dark skinned woman, about 5'11, athletic, muscular build concealed by her clothing
Clothes and Equipment: As a god-mother, she carries a child, a little boy named Uglu. She loves this child and would defend him with her life.
She is armed with two metal shields with razor sharp edges, one of which also has spikes. The spiked shield is called Father's Hand, the other is called Mother's Cry. Father's Hand helps her create and manipulate plant life. Mother's Cry helps her control the earth itself. Despite this they are very plain-looking and can double as cooking pans. When placed together, they form a hang drum instrument called Harmony which possesses healing properties.
She is dressed in light furs, and always carries fruit and herbs to make tea. She also has a special milk blend to keep the baby in good health, and some basic traveling supplies and precious stones/coins.
Her mount is a large yak named Snowball.
Registered: Dec 4, 2015 14:15:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sangilak of the Saskatoon on Dec 9, 2015 19:23:43 GMT -8
Sangilak nodded in agreement. "We are not afraid of fighting on the front lines, if that is where we are needed. Send us where you will, to the front or as reinforcements, so long as you keep your word."
To be honest, a part of her was still skeptical. Why would Zaltos keep her and her people away from the front lines if he planned to only go against justified enemies? Did he really think their were afraid of blood shed, or was he just trying to be considerate? Or even worse, was he afraid that her people would rebel as soon as they saw who they were being told to fight?
This was all speculation. For now she would simply comply with what he said.
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Fundor Eater of Sheep
Committed
Mutton... human, what's the difference?
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 2000 years
Physical Description: Dragon: A truly massive ancient red wyrm, Fundor's scales have darkened with age to take on a blood red hue. Atop his head he has two massive black horns, which are swept back towards his neck, along with many more black horns all along his spine and covering his back. These spikes are not only intimidating but they serve as protection for the back of his neck.
Length: 375 ft (114.3m)
Wingspan: 937 ft (286m)
Height: 83 ft (25m)
Mortal Forms: lol
Clothes and Equipment: Dragon: Don't need any equipment.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -8
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Post by Fundor Eater of Sheep on Dec 9, 2015 20:29:29 GMT -8
Fundor remains silent for now, he doesn't really have any questions. He assumes Zaltos will eventually address him with the reason he was summoned here.
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Post by High King Ulfr Borgsson on Dec 10, 2015 13:37:31 GMT -8
The High King of Asgeir had arrived later than Vylo, for special recon purposes. Once they saw Vylo, no one would have suspected the High King himself to come into the area, but it was all a ploy: to ensure nothing fishy was going on.
High Borg, in all his hieght and stature, emanating strength like all true kings should, walked before the others. He was easily the tallest human in the room, and his arms and legs were like tree trunks compared to the others; his beard spoke wisdom, and his eyes experience. This man had seen many battles, that was for sure. He had not only inherited his title, he earned it. "Good job, Vylo, you may now be dismissed."
"Of course, my King," Vylo spoke slyly, but nevertheless bowed courteously to everyone and exited the room.
The King cleared his throat and began to speak in his deep, grating voice. "It is not wise for my people to seek an all-out war," he commented, "but my Varan are no strangers to combat; we're some of the best damn warriors in the north. Unfortunately, our numbers are, as many Varan are migrating southward. The winds grow colder every day; the snow climbs higher every winter; our livestock freezes within their pens and cages, and our crops do not grow in the cold, barren wastelands of the north. Asgeir... is dying, and not even the Runelords can fix it. There will come a day when my people must find a new home - one in the south, where the cold cannot follow us. But I am a King, a High King, and I shall remain so. My people will swear allegiance to their High King when the time comes; for the honor of our ancestors, we cannot afford to let the Varan become assimilated into other kingdoms and races; we must stay united, and we must ensure the legacy of the Varan continue. Unfortunately, I feel as if this will cause conflict."
The High King drew a blade from his back; it seemed small when he held it, but it was of average length. He put the tip of the blade down on the ground and held the hilt with both hands. "I have seen visions of a war coming too, Zaltos. And I fear it will concern the Varan. Therefore, I shall not stand idly by while my homeland freezes over; I shall not stand by and let the legacy of my ancestors disappear. There shall be a new Kingdom of the Varan, but I will need help, and when that day comes, I'll count on my allies: everyone in this room. So, Zaltos, I swear my forces shall support you now, as long as you swear we can claim a new Kingdom of the Varan in the south, and as long as you swear you can help us make it so."
The High King was not ready for war, and did not want it, but for the sake of his people and his legacy - he would fight anyone who stood in his way.
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[Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 221
Physical Description: Zaltos stands roughly 6'2" and weighs around 220 pounds. He is currently using a young male for his vessel that is around 17-20 in age. Since this side of his Red Phoenix has never been present long, it is as juvenile as the new Zaltos, allowing him to be open to learning new magic besides his fire. His build is that of a well trained martial artists and his skin in a moderate tan color. His eyes flash an icy blue and his hair is silver and shoulder length.
Clothes and Equipment: His garb changes, as does his armor. He no longer uses the Phoenix Blade in a broadsword form. This sword is a dual blade sword that is highly magic. These blades are covered in a magical sheath that turns to fire when Zaltos takes hold of it. This sword is rumored to posses the first Phoenix ever. He currently has no shield but his fire. He does carry small items that can be used in combat, but these items vary from time to time and will never be the same at any point.
Registered: Dec 23, 2014 18:25:01 GMT -8
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Post by [Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo on Dec 11, 2015 19:19:07 GMT -8
"Welcome, King Borg III. It is a pleasant surprise to see you here. I knew your General would relay the message, but it is much better that you are here. My deepest apologies for your land and people. Life works in horrid ways sometimes, but keep in mind, it is what you make of it.
To resolve the issue of losing the Varan way of life, Statehood establishes you as an individual state that is devoted to the ways of Varan. Phoenix Imperium would offer economy and supplies till your State was self sustainable. Phoenix Imperium doesn't want to change anybodies beliefs and custom, it wants to support those that stand for freedom and prosperity.
What also comes with the economy is military support. Phoenix Imperium will supply your military with additional troops and medical treatment. To make this as simple as possible, Phoenix Imperium is a Federal government. A new form of governing structure that the Overworld has never seen before.
The best way to describe this is a system of government in which several states form a unity but remain independent in internal affairs.
With such loyalty, Phoenix Imperium can provide a new home. A home where the winter never comes and the fields never die. I can only promise you my loyalty and devotion to ensure we find your people a place to thrive another thousand years." Zaltos spoke to King Borg.
Zaltos knew what came with such a promise, but carving a new home in the world was nothing new to him. So long as he carried the loyalty of those surrounding him, he could ensure it. The Phoenix State stood as a super power itself, Atlanticus was becoming powerful, and he hoped that King Borg and the others would think about these things while he spoke.
(ICly, Federal Government would be a new idea because this would the first set of states joining together. I'm not treating you like you're dumb, ICly, this would have to be described.)
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Post by Labefacto Demigrem Demiarch on Dec 11, 2015 20:44:11 GMT -8
A green fog appeared in the midst of the circle. The fog seemed contained but wreeked of rot. The smell was repulsive, capable of making most mortals throw up. Inside this fog was something that seemed to be making it's presence known.
The fog would begin to fold in on itself, revealing something standing. When the fog was clear and the smell was god, a evil being stood with his arms crossed. His skin was a marbleized greyish purple, his nails black and built like claws, fanged teeth, and a set of large horns that looked like a set of Ram horns. The being seemed to have his eyes focused on Zaltos.
"Brother, it has been many years! On normal circumstances, I would kill you. But i'm here to make a request that I think might go with what you plan on doing." Demigrem spoke.
Demigrem then turned to King Borg who looked like he was getting ready to respond. Demigrem sniggered. He loved seeing people being forgotten by their gods. While they tried to treat it as natural occurrences, Demigrem knew it was their god denying them. The same thing that happens all the time, gods dying or abandoning their people. It was the reason The Phoenix State was formed, and it was the reason Demigrem was what he was.
"I do apologize, my good king, please, speak to my brother. I can wait. I'd love to hear what's going on." Demigrem spoke to King Borg, not going to speak till the King was done.
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[Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 221
Physical Description: Zaltos stands roughly 6'2" and weighs around 220 pounds. He is currently using a young male for his vessel that is around 17-20 in age. Since this side of his Red Phoenix has never been present long, it is as juvenile as the new Zaltos, allowing him to be open to learning new magic besides his fire. His build is that of a well trained martial artists and his skin in a moderate tan color. His eyes flash an icy blue and his hair is silver and shoulder length.
Clothes and Equipment: His garb changes, as does his armor. He no longer uses the Phoenix Blade in a broadsword form. This sword is a dual blade sword that is highly magic. These blades are covered in a magical sheath that turns to fire when Zaltos takes hold of it. This sword is rumored to posses the first Phoenix ever. He currently has no shield but his fire. He does carry small items that can be used in combat, but these items vary from time to time and will never be the same at any point.
Registered: Dec 23, 2014 18:25:01 GMT -8
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Post by [Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo on Dec 11, 2015 20:48:49 GMT -8
Zaltos watched the fog roll in. He knew who and what it was, and he wanted nothing to do with it. When Demigrem made his arrival and spoke, Zaltos showed him little attention. He turned to King Borg and frowned.
"King Borg, please ignore this fool. If there is a being fit to rule Hell, he is the one. When he says he wants to listen, believe him. So please, what were you saying before this rude fool interrupted us?"
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