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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2016 19:13:40 GMT -8
He grinned sloppily and saluted. "Anytime you need me, you know whose name to call."
He dissipated into bats and flew back away. It was all for show.
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Andraste Ruana
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Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Feb 28, 2016 22:16:17 GMT -8
Andraste approaches the northern border of Goraia on a roan mare, her crimson hood pulled up and her staff held in her right hand. Her tome of incantations hangs off to her left side, the strap keeping it strapped upon her looping over from the opposite shoulder.
Strangely, she comes alone. Not a single guard follows her, and other than her satchel she seems to have brought no long-term supplies. A friendly visit? Unlikely. Isra's Minister of Magic is a well-known figure, even in Medan, the country who she played an integral part in saving from a gigantic metal dragon. The guards will likely immediately recognise her robes.
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Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Feb 29, 2016 8:49:48 GMT -8
"Halt! Who goes there?" A guttural voice would call out once she got close enough. Rangers stepped out of wooded patches and archers nocked arrows. While they were just authorized to let Fenris through, Andraste was a stranger to them.... in procedure, anyways. Some among them knew. Whispers started among the guards.
"Is that.. the Minister of Magic?"
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Feb 29, 2016 9:01:36 GMT -8
Andraste's mare stops just before the gate. She removes her hood, that cascade of crimson hair falling down to her mid back as she looks up at the guard house with those glowing embers she has for eyes. Her voice is placid and calming, as per the usual, and any magic-affine guards will likely feel her calming aura washing over the gatehouse.
"Hail!" she calls to the guard, "I am Minister of Magic Andraste Ruana from the Free City of Isra. I wish to speak with someone regarding Medan's recent isolationism." She doesn't present any sort of formal order or treaty. This implies that she's come without the knowledge or blessing of her superiors. Strange, if one doesn't know much about the Minister. She's known for going on adventures without the consent of Lord Ildesias. This, apparently, is no different.
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Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Feb 29, 2016 9:06:18 GMT -8
There are few guards here who were inclined to detect magic; while there were some, most of those forces presided in Stonevale. The lead guard replied to her generically. "Bring us an official summons from the state of Isra, and a representative may meet you. We are unauthorized to discuss such matters at this time. I suggest you turn back, for this is a restricted area."
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Feb 29, 2016 9:14:10 GMT -8
Andraste pulls an official-looking paper from her satchel. It's stamped with the seal of the Ministry of Magic. She thought she might need this. "This document gives me full autonomy regarding such matters as this. I say again: I request to meet with a representative. If you have none, I would like to be sent through to somewhere where I may find one," says the Minister. This time, her mind altering effects are more active, her eyes burning into the soul of the guardsman, twisting his will.
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Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Feb 29, 2016 9:19:48 GMT -8
"Very well."
"She's casting...something!"
"Something doesn't feel right..."
"INTRUDER!!!"
Guards leaped forward for her, grabbing at her and attempting to tackle. Andraste had not kept her spellwork to herself, and too many had gotten suspicious. A trickle had turned into a flood, and the paranoia the troops were led to posses did not help.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Feb 29, 2016 9:25:44 GMT -8
Andraste curses under her breath. The guardsmen are too close for her to reasonably resist all of them. However, the will is a powerful thing. She casts a quick incantation and a spiraling inferno of magical flame explodes from her staff, frying the first few guards that get too close.
Ultimately, her efforts are in vain given the numbers she faces and the close quarters at which she's forced to fight, and a guardsman gets close enough to pull her from her saddle and tackle her to the ground. Andraste pulls her long, razor sharp dirk from its sheath on her thigh and attempts to knife the guardsman who lays atop her in the throat, but her attack is clumsy and untrained, and it'll be an easy matter to kick it away. "Unhand me!" she demands, her face showing an unusual amount of emotion, "Unhand me at once! Do you know who I am?"
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Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Feb 29, 2016 9:34:33 GMT -8
"Save it for the warden," they said. Anger arose over murder--for grabbing at her, she had literally killed two men in a heinous way. These were brothers of the guards, and it had become personal. Andraste had essentially become a cop-killer, and shackling her would come to pass very shortly. The officer, who possessed an anti-magic sword when drawn, pulled his rapier from its hilt so he could stand beside her.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Feb 29, 2016 9:41:06 GMT -8
Andraste says nothing, but her orange eyes burn with the fiery inferno of her anger. She tries to whisper an incantation, but all that flies from her fingertips are a few sparks. antimagic, she thinks, this is just lovely.
Were her staff reachable, she might be able to grab it and overpower the antimagic given enough mana, but it lies upon the ground beside her, the twisted oak covered in dust and the obsidian channeling stone glimmering in the afternoon sun. Surely, it would be an excellent tool for any Goraian magic user, particularly a pyromancer, given the channeling stone's particular affinity toward fire.
Unable to resist, Andraste lets herself be shackled, although she does try to wriggle free as they cuff her, to no avail. She is a physically fit woman, but she doesn't have the pure power to break free.
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Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Feb 29, 2016 9:50:39 GMT -8
The staff is looted, and Andraste is carried further beyond the border, before boarding a prisoner carriage. She'd be taken into the heart of Goraia, to an antimagic prison complex for casters.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Feb 29, 2016 9:53:19 GMT -8
Andraste gives the guard who takes her staff an "I'll hunt you down" look before being shoved into the carriage. She can't do much but sigh at her own misfortune. Damned guards and their antimagic. [Exits to the prison]
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Registered: May 18, 2024 6:18:03 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2016 10:38:12 GMT -8
A lone dwarf rode up to the gates of the border upon a brown pony. The dwarf wore a light cloak over his form to protect himself from the mid-day sun, but now would let down his hood as he drew closer to the wall, revealing his shining bald head. He appeared to be unnarmed, save for the blacksmith hammer that could be seen poking out of the bundle strapped to the saddle of the pony behind him. Thorennik's beady grey eyes would take in the impressive defenses in front of him before whistling at their impressive look.
"Hoy! Seems you lot 'ave been hard at work," he hailed, "I am Thorennik Irongrip, I have been called by ye to do some work on dragon armor."
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Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 16, 2016 10:47:22 GMT -8
A guard peers at him through a small slot in the wall. "Come on through."
The border couldn't look more closed--heavy metal gates shut, big stone wall, and strong guard presence within the safety of their defenses. The door opened just wide enough for him to enter and slammed shut right after him.
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Dee Emmecks
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Physical Description: Darkskinned, shaved head, black moustache and a short beard on his chin. He has a tear tattooed near his left eye.
Clothes and Equipment: His signature outfit is a long black jacket with no shirt underneath. He wears a spiked dog collar around his neck with a metal tag brandishing the letter "D".
He wears burlap trousers and black leather boots.
Registered: Jan 26, 2016 21:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dee Emmecks on Mar 16, 2016 17:31:32 GMT -8
Dee Emmecks by command of Jarkoopi would head to the Northern Border on a mission. He was tracking a particular individual. Once the Guards let him through he'd head for Atlanticus on a black stallion.
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Tyrus Sephiran
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 42
Physical Description: Blonde, wavy, medium-length hair which is usually tied back in a ponytail with a blue ribbon.
Light blue eyes
6'1"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a dark blue jacket with shoulder pads over a white dress shirt, black pants, brown leather boots, black gloves, pendant around his neck
Carries a rapier with him along with a defender dagger
6 golden orbs of elven origin with swirls etched into them, given to him by an adventurer years ago that wanted to sell them. At the start of each swirl was a large gem, each orb having its own color. Red, blue, black, green, white, and orange.
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: Jun 1, 2015 12:16:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tyrus Sephiran on Mar 23, 2016 13:13:19 GMT -8
Tyrus Sephiran and his escort arrive at Goraia on horseback. Gus party consisted of 1 diplomat, 2 footmen (1 injured), and 2 rangers. They had lost a man on their way here from a bandit attack.
Tyrus rode up to call to the guards, "I am Tyrus Sephiran of Isra! We're here on a diplomatic mission!"
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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 Mar 27, 2016 15:18:05 GMT -8
Fundor had flown for a couple of days until the eastern border of what was formerly Medan came into view many miles away. From his vantage point in the clouds he was able to discern a minute amount of details, but nevertheless, even from this height he was able to tell massive fortifications had been put in place that had not been there very recently. In fact, to any conventional invasion these walled borders would be nigh impenetrable. Fundor also did not doubt that the Goraians had extensively warded the borders to prevent any unconventional assault as well.
He had returned to these lands mostly to see these rumors of a new and stronger Medan for himself. The last time he had been here was merely hours after a gigantic dragon had completely obliterated Merimill. In his two thousand years of existence Fundor had seen the rise and fall of many nations, and it seemed Goraia fell in line with the development of others before them. Times of great conflict and suffering for nations either led to them completely collapsing or becoming stronger than ever, and it seemed Goraia was of the former.
After observing the border for a while from many miles away Fundor would eventually begin his approach, casting a weak but extending ward around him as he descended. This ward would let any magical or physical attacks pass through it without any resistance, but it's purpose was not to protect, only to identify attacks as they came. Eventually the immense dragon would land upon the ground, out of range of any siege weapons on the walls or any archers. He maintained this distance as he watched the border, looking for any reaction from it's defenders.
Assuming the defenders of the border did not react for a time, Fundor would attempt to establish a telepathic link with any who might be able to establish one with him on the border.
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Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 28, 2016 12:01:59 GMT -8
The link would be difficult to establish. The soldiers at the gate were distracted and busy, at least for a moment. A couple mages were around who could be linked to but they were at the gate as well. "Halt, who goes there? A diplomat from Isra? We regret to inform you that the border is closed," they replied.
Fundor's patience would pay off. If he waited around until after the current meeting, he'd find his way to a telepathic connection with one of the mages.
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Tyrus Sephiran
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 42
Physical Description: Blonde, wavy, medium-length hair which is usually tied back in a ponytail with a blue ribbon.
Light blue eyes
6'1"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a dark blue jacket with shoulder pads over a white dress shirt, black pants, brown leather boots, black gloves, pendant around his neck
Carries a rapier with him along with a defender dagger
6 golden orbs of elven origin with swirls etched into them, given to him by an adventurer years ago that wanted to sell them. At the start of each swirl was a large gem, each orb having its own color. Red, blue, black, green, white, and orange.
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: Jun 1, 2015 12:16:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tyrus Sephiran on Mar 28, 2016 17:38:25 GMT -8
Tyrus would speak to the soldiers guarding the gate again, "Before you turn me away, would you tell me something? Anything? What has happened here, Medan was an important trade partner to us."
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Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 29, 2016 15:07:51 GMT -8
"There has been a regime change. We are not authorized to discuss the details, but the trade agreements have been severed," he said. One of the two mages at the gatehouse could feel Fundor's presence, and attempted to establish a link...
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