Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238 
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Apr 10, 2016 14:30:01 GMT -8
Without anything much better to do, Naoki stands and is hugged. She allows Lum to choose how long it lasts, and claps Lum once on the shoulder after they part, before reseating herself and nodding back to Jun.
In response to Jun’s query, Naoki addresses Lum, “Would you explain, or should I?”
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Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Apr 10, 2016 15:14:44 GMT -8
"Oh I can explain."
Lum waves off Naoki's offer airily. The affair had been quite stressful at the time but little bothered the dragoness over long. Even without the constant aura of divine love she was by nature a happy creature. Always ready to see the best in others and the best in any situation. Quick to grow attached and quick to forgive and forget. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts and to organize and detail the events that happened.
"Well it is a rather exciting story, that I don't think I can do justice. We were heading to Naoki's chalet in the mountains when I picked up on a disturbance. There was a massive stone dragon, something like 4 kilometers long, eating one of the peaks. Maelik and I went to investigate and I found that Arya had been fighting the beast. She had almost been burned alive."
There is a note in Lum's voice then. A very dangerous and very angry note. Perhaps not quite ready to forgive and forget then. That bastard had harmed one of her daughters and it enraged her.
"Ahem sorry. So of course I healed her and Maelik kept the wretched creature busy. Once Arya was safe I lost my temper a bit. Nobody harms one of my daughters and doesn't face at least some punishment. So I began to prepare the Seraphim's Seal of Temperance. While I charged my spell Maelik and a nice man named Syro kept the dragon busy. Anyway once the spell was ready I smote the wretch rather well, he was forced to flee or die. Unfortunately I am not very good at Temperance spells so it took a bit more out of me than I thought it would. Holy magic draws on your soul and mine was nearly depleted by the casting. Until I recover my connection to the celestial is mostly severed. Without that connection I reverted to my red dragon form. This is why I needed you to come I need you and Arya to lend me your strength. I need to open a gateway to my home once there I can recharge over night."
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Apr 10, 2016 15:37:44 GMT -8
Jun hung on every word. She especially looked aghast at the fact that Arya was almost killed.
"Temperance huh?" Jun felt she needed some temperance after hearing about Zephidel's... indiscretions. She wasn't gonna lie. A part of her immediately wanted to learn how to perform the Seraphim's Seal of Temperance.
"I mean, there's no question that I'm in. Absolutely. You've done so much for me it's the least I can do... Seraphim's Seal of Temperance huh?"
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Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Apr 10, 2016 16:36:11 GMT -8
Lum claps her hands together and beams at Jun. She knew the girl would say yes but it was always good to get confirmation. Well with that said there really wasn't any reason to wait around. They would need to find Arya, then get to the top of the sacred spring post haste! Jun query is answered absently mindedly as Lum gets to her feet.
"Yes, the Seraphim's Seal. I used the Temperance variant on that dragon. Those who master the seven heavenly virtues and gain their eternal virtue can learn it. It is the most powerful holy spell I know of and I have had to use it once before since coming here. I used the Seraphim's Seal of Chastity to end a fight between five dragons outside of Isra. It is a marvelously potent and useful spell!"
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Artemis
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 205
Physical Description: Artemis is a sturdily built woman of medium height, with blonde hair tied back in a professional bun. Clad in a sharp black business suit, with black tie, dress shirt, and gloves, her appearance is utterly unremarkable; save for a single, flawless, purple gem, set on a simple black ribbon, worn choker-style around her throat. Her demeanor is such that she blends seamlessly into the background of any situation when her services are not required.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 6:26:06 GMT -8
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Post by Artemis on Apr 11, 2016 12:06:13 GMT -8
The door opens on silent hinges, and Artemis slips into the room, a sheaf of parchment bound in black fabric tucked under her arm. She places the file on the table in front of Naoki, then moves to stand behind her chair.
Her eyes flick rapidly over Lum'Valia, noting little change since her last encounter with the dragonness. She then eyes the fourth presence in the room critically. So this was Jun. The reports of her power were numerous, and vivid. A powerful entity, but not likely to be a dangerous one without significant mistakes being made. She sought out power and knowledge, and was willing to learn from any source willing to teach her, but was not blinded by her quest. A strong sense of morality, as evidenced by her relationship with Lum'Valia. Unless provoked, she was unlikely to be hostile. Quite fortunate. The wards in the Black Tower were easily enough to contain even a mage of her power for a time, but outside of their protective confines, any conflict would be a dicey affair.
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Apr 12, 2016 13:12:37 GMT -8
Arya had arrived through teleportation as well, suddenly finding herself in a small teleportation room. She blinked a few times in surprise but did not seem too shaken considering it was the first time she had teleported anywhere.
She was wearing the bracelet that Naoki had given her previously, and was aware that it would be needed to not be vaporized as she made her way to the room where the others were gathered.
Once she arrived, a little bit later than the others she would give a small wave as she entered the room,
"Sorry if I'm late," she said somewhat apologetically.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Apr 12, 2016 14:57:12 GMT -8
Madame Naoki raises a hand and nods in greeting to Arya as she enters the room. She then places a hand on the file, indicating it and making eye contact with Jun. “Jun, this is a compilation of all of the information I have on Goraia and the circumstances surrounding its birth. It contains quotes from refugees, scrying data collected from my associates, and the observations of my scouts. Unfortunately, it’s not a complete set of data; I have no one on the inside, and their wards are very good. However, I offer what information I do have for your perusal, on one condition.” Naoki holds up a single finger to indicate exactly how many conditions she has. With her other hand, she reaches into the pocket of her jacket, and pulls out a small card of parchment, which she places atop the file, and then slides the conglomerate across the table to Jun. “Tuesday night, at sunset. You and I have many things to discuss, but they can wait until then. I won't keep you from assisting Ms. Lum any longer.” |
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Apr 12, 2016 15:09:45 GMT -8
"Arya!" Jun smothers her with a hug (which is not easy considering how tall and pointy Arya is), the memories of her saving Jun's life on the mountain top still fresh in her mind.
Her expression changes as soon as Naoki addresses her. "I see." Jun gingerly takes the envelop, and the card, from Naoki's hands. "It uh... it should be an, interesting read." With all the philosophical discussions and being reunited with Lum'Valia, Jun had almost forgotten about Camilla. She was convinced that killing Zephidel in hatred wasn't the answer, but a promise was a promise. One way or another she needed to figure out how to deal with Goraia...
But not at the moment. Right now, Lum'Valia needed help. She carefully put the precious file and business card away.
"Thank you Madame Naoki. I'm looking forward to it. Alright, Arya, Lum'Valia, let's do this."
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Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Apr 12, 2016 16:07:41 GMT -8
"Arya!"
The girl is swept into another embrace before Jun even lets go. Lum pulling the two into a group hug. After a moment she releases the two and listens with half an ear to Naoki. Evidently she and Jun were planning to do something about Goraia. The dragoness didn't know how involved she would be in such an event. Still she might be very involved which meant she was better safe than sorry. Once everyone is ready Lum takes her two apprentices outside. With a flickering effort of will she turns to her red dragon form. She ducks down low so the two can climb onto her back.
"Come along you two time to go to the top of the mountain. Though this time you get to go the easy way!"
Once they are securely on board Lum bounds into the air and flies off toward the mountains.
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Apr 13, 2016 8:57:23 GMT -8
Arya would smile brightly, letting out a little laugh as she was smothered with hugs from both Jun and Lum'valia moments after stepping into the room.
"Good to see both of ya too!" she said, still smiling slightly. Once they let go and got down to business however, Arya seemed to grow a bit more serious, although she still seemed somewhat happy to be in her current company. Even Artemis was there, as she always was. She seemed to be focused on her job though, and it would be easy for most to miss her guarding presence just behind Naoki's chair. Arya however would notice her, acknowledging her if only for a moment before being escorted outside by Lum'valia.
Once Lum'valia assumes her dragon form, a slight frown would come upon Arya's features, feelings of fear and anxiety surfacing once more as she thought of the last time she had ridden upon Lum'valia's back through the air. Arya gulped, before climbing onto Lum'valia's back and holding on tightly. Her fear of heights did not go away, but she found that it was easier to deal with it if she did not look at the height they were at. The easiest way for Arya do this was to simply close her eyes until they reached their destination.
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Raikō
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Physical Description: Raiko’s typical appearance is a set of close-fitting robes under a deep-hooded cloak. Her garments are pure midnight black, all overrun with electric blue lines. The arrangement of the lines is vaguely reminiscent of a pattern, but none is obvious. On close study, it seems almost as if it took pains not to be a pattern. The lines glow faintly, a fact only evident in near-total darkness. In the dark void of her hood, a single thick band of blue glows, even in the daylight.
In combat, she wears a heavy, angular set of black armor. The eye-slit of her visor glows with the same unholy blue residing under her hood.
Registered: Dec 8, 2015 17:40:58 GMT -8
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Post by Raikō on Apr 17, 2016 18:25:49 GMT -8
Late one night deep underneath the Black Tower, in a large room near the workshops, Raiko has run into a critical problem.
Her workspace is too clean.
The enormous rectangular stone well in the center of the room is filled to the brim with mirror-still silvery fluid and disturbingly free of books and scrolls, the rolling boards around the room perfect for pinning scrolls to are pristine and unused, and the side tables and workbenches are uncluttered with half-finished projects.
This simply wouldn't do.
Rousing some of her unfortunate acolytes from their slumber, she proceeds to move the entire contents of her office in the workshop, rubbish bins and all, to her new workspace. Looking at the highly diluted clutter, she sighs. It just wasn't the same, but it would have to do.
Placing a stack of small blank parchments about the size of a hand on a drawing board, she grabs a quill and gets to work. Before long, the first sheet is covered in copperplate letters, and it is pinned to one of the rolling boards. Another sheet joins it soon after, then another, then another. Pieces of string connect the sheets, and after several hours, the board is a web of parchment and multicolored strings that at first glance looks undecipherable, but upon further inspection is actually highly ordered.
With her high-level architecture and planning done, Raiko channels a small amount of mana into a runic sequence on the side of her board, and watches in fascination as a perfect replica image forms in the fluid in the central well. Her comrades at the main compound of the Red Sisterhood have been busy, she muses.
Moving to the well, she channels again into a set of runes on the sill, then places her hand on a crystal orb embedded into the stone. A ghostly, three-dimensional reflection of the well's image appears in the air over the fluid. She thinks a command, and the images of parchments rearrange themselves, strings moving with them, into a grotesque caricature of a smiley face. A chuckle seeps from under her hood. She could get used to this...
Another thought, and the parchments resume their original position. Returning to the drawing board and changing out her parchment stack for a stack of larger sheets, she begins to work in earnest.
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210 
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Apr 23, 2016 14:18:26 GMT -8
Signing his life away had never felt so gratifying, Tristian mused. At the behest of his new employer - it was still odd, to think of working for someone, but he was gradually coming to grips with the concept - Lord Seryl had made his way from the city of Isra proper to the Black Tower, to meet with Empress Naoki. Having left his armor behind, he was clad in simple but finely-made black breeches and boots, with a white shirt, and a dark blue coat overlaid atop that. There was a small amount of thread-of-gold detailing at the cuffs of his coat's sleeves, but that was the only ornamentation visible, and his sword was at his hip.
He looked like the typical nobleman out for a ride in the country, except he had been cantering directly toward the Black Tower like a man on a mission. Naoki had suggested he teleport there directly, but he wanted to get a good look at it from the outside first, and in Tristian's opinion, the best way to do that was by going there the traditional way. Truth was, he wasn't terribly comfortable with letting magic be used on him, not after what he'd experienced trying to get out of Goraia. Brown eyes surveyed the exterior fortifications with a curious gleam, his gloved hands easily manipulating the reins of the prancing black bay gelding that carried him. Riding up to the gate, he tilted his head back and peered up at the distant wall of the tower's exterior. Undoubtedly the guards manning the wall were wondering who he was and why he was there, so he called out to them.
"Ho to the watch! I am Lord Tristian Seryl, here to meet with Madame Naoki at her request."
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The Black Tower
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Registered: Apr 22, 2016 21:54:39 GMT -8
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Post by The Black Tower on Apr 23, 2016 14:28:48 GMT -8
The watch had indeed been observing the approaching nobleman with a blend of curiosity and annoyance. Who did he think he was, riding boldly up to the Black Tower like this? Then all became clear as he explained who he was. They had received word that he would be coming, and there was talk of the fellow taking over from Grandma. It appeared the rumors, if not true, then at least had the potential for becoming true. There was a flurry of movement as they set about opening the gates, and one man waved him through. "In with ye, Lord Seryl!"
Once he was past the gates, they would be closed again, and the watch returned to its duty. Though many of them turned to look at the lord with skepticism. Was he truly going to lead them now? And was he fit for the task? Time would tell.
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Apr 23, 2016 14:52:06 GMT -8
Tristian waved his thanks to the men and urged the horse inside at a brisk trot. Once he was safely within the confines of the walls, he dismounted and led the horse with him as he approached the Tower, looking around at everything, trying to absorb it all at once.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Apr 23, 2016 19:53:43 GMT -8
From one of the side doors leading into the tower, some nondescript attendant notices, and gesticulates to Tristian, waving him over. Assuming that Tristian makes his way within earshot, the door opens by sliding to one side, and attendant proceeds to direct Tristian inwards with a polite wave of his hand.
The hallway beyond the door is decidedly featureless, simply smooth, gray stone. There are no doors, visible lights, or interruptions of any sort. How the hall is lit is anyone’s guess, but a good guess might be ‘magic’.
After perhaps forty paces worth of straight hallway, there stands a door. As with just about everything up until this point, it’s really nothing particularly interesting. Like its predecessor, it opens by sliding to one side, revealing the room beyond.
It seems to be something of a ready-room. The walls are adorned with all manner of armor and weaponry, all forged of the same dark steel. Short benches and freestanding racks of equipment fill out the floorspace comfortably.
However, one of the racks provides purchase for something a good bit more interesting than any boring broadsword- though she is rather well-endowed. Madame Naoki sits atop the weapon rack, feet dangling, a small tome in one hand. As with the last occasion on which she visited The Black Tower, she wears her deep black, , silver buttoned, double breasted military uniform- though today it is without an insignia. As she notices Tristian enter, the book is clamped shut, and with a small hopping motion, she stands upright on the floor, and moves over to greet him, offering her right hand to shake.
“Aha. Lord Seryl. It’s good to meet you in person.”
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Apr 23, 2016 20:17:27 GMT -8
Handing off his horse to someone who looked like they knew what they were doing, Tristian looked around. It was this curious perusal which allowed him to spot the attendant waving him over, and the man nodded his understanding, before breaking into a quick jog. Giving the individual a tiny smile and nod of thanks, he started down that hallway, still looking about curiously. Magical lighting. Good design. Likely unsettling to some, but that was hardly his problem. He eyed the door as it whooshed open before him, then stepped into the room. He barely had time to notice the weaponry before his gaze landed upon Madame Naoki on her perch. She was quite fetching in person, he could admit, although the furry ears and tail took a bit of getting used to. At least he didn't stare.
"Likewise, Madame Naoki. I'm quite pleased to have this opportunity." Taking the woman's hand with a small but undeniably genuine smile, he gave it a brisk yet firm shake, releasing it after an appropriately polite amount of time. His hands then came to clasp behind him, his shoulders squared and posture perfect, while his gaze roamed across the room again. Actually taking in the items laid about the room this time, he found himself impressed by the armaments available. But his gaze inevitably returned to Naoki herself. "I must say, I'm very impressed with what I've seen thus far." That included her, but he didn't say it. The man had eyes, after all, even if he was unfailingly polite.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Apr 23, 2016 21:41:59 GMT -8
“Ah, likewise. You’re taller than you seemed. Here.” After completing the handshake, Madame Naoki reaches into her coat. After a bit of fumbling, she extracts a peculiar sort of ring, which she offers to Tristian. After waiting a moment for him to take it, and another to get another look at him, Naoki abruptly spins about, ‘ accidentally’ brushing the tip of her tail across his chest. “This way.” With that, and with Artemis in tow, Madame Naoki proceeds out the door on the opposite side of the room, into the hallway beyond, to their first destination. As she walks, she speaks again. "The ring is both a signet ring, signifying your leadership of The Black Tower, as well as the housing for one of the telepathy-enabling gemstones I mentioned earlier. With it, you should be able to- with a bit of practice, reach out and speak to any individual who wears a similar gem. I perform almost all of my long distance communication and coordination in this way, so I suggest that you attempt to learn it well, quickly." |
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Artemis
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 205
Physical Description: Artemis is a sturdily built woman of medium height, with blonde hair tied back in a professional bun. Clad in a sharp black business suit, with black tie, dress shirt, and gloves, her appearance is utterly unremarkable; save for a single, flawless, purple gem, set on a simple black ribbon, worn choker-style around her throat. Her demeanor is such that she blends seamlessly into the background of any situation when her services are not required.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 6:26:06 GMT -8
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Post by Artemis on Apr 24, 2016 12:36:02 GMT -8
Artemis eyes Tristian as he enters the room. His appearance was essentially what she had gathered from the orb, although he was, as Naoki had mentioned, a bit taller than the crystal had made him appear. She casts a calculating gaze over him. Noble birth, composed, reserved. Likely a strict code of chivalry and morality. No reports of magical ability, likely a skilled conventional fighter if he had escaped from Goraia. A low physical threat level. As a nobleman, and a diplomat, however, he could play the game, and could pose more long-term dangers. He would have to be watched, at least casually. He could likely be trusted, but an ounce of verification now could save gallons of blood later.
She brings up the rear as the group leaves the ready room, in her usual position.
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Apr 24, 2016 16:04:42 GMT -8
The unfamiliar blonde woman received a curious glance, and a polite nod, before Tristian's attention returned to Madame Naoki. Just in time for a ring to be thrust into his grasp. Why was she giving him a ring..? Before he could ask why, exactly, he was receiving such an admittedly fine piece of craftsmanship, the one who gave it to him was whirling about, and his eyes rounded ever so slightly when her tail brushed up against his chest. He wasn't quite sure how to take that, but there was no denying what his body thought of it; the brush of soft fur through his coat stirred things in him that had been long dormant, since well before his flight from Goraia. Clearing his throat and ignoring the sudden surge of desire, he simply elected to follow Naoki, the ring clutched idly in his right hand while he tugged his gloves off and tucked them behind his belt.
Receiving an explanation for the purpose of the ring, understanding passed through Tristian, and he eyed the accessory again with a newfound appreciation for it. Then he slipped it onto the fourth finger of his right hand, flexing the appendage to see how it fit. Not absolutely perfect, but well enough that it wouldn't bother him too terribly much, which was alright with him, in the end. His arms came behind him and his fingers laced together as they walked, his gaze sweeping about, assessing their surroundings. If that was an armory they'd just left, then logic dictated they were likely to encounter a barracks and/or mess hall before too terribly long. It was a smart layout; common troop accommodations on the lower floors, important figure housing and offices further up, and the most secretive or well-protected things above that. As these thoughts flitted through his mind, he mustered a response to Naoki's instructions about the ring.
"I can't say I'm intimately familiar with much magic, but I understand the importance. I'll endeavor to master this skill as quickly as I'm able." Tristian was very good at succeeding at things, when he really applied himself to it. He didn't doubt that this would be much the same. As they walked, a door along one side of the hallway revealed itself, and he paused in front of it; the aperture slid open, revealing a long room - mostly empty, given the time of day - full of bunks and basic amenities for personal items. Barracks. The accommodations were not spartan, but not luxurious, either; a good balance that earned an approving nod from the man. One of his duties had been overseeing the troops at his family's estate, so this aspect of things, he was familiar with.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Apr 25, 2016 4:59:03 GMT -8
“It’s really more of a mental thing, than a magical thing, in my opinion. I cannot perform traditional sorcery enough to light a cigar, but my communicative skills with the gems here, are- to the best of my knowledge, unmatched. I am able to carry on multiple mental conversations simultaneously, and share images and concepts through the telepathy that is now available to you. As I’ve seen, it will take some time to become truly proficient, but as I mentioned, the utility is without peer.”
She continues to lead Tristian and Artemis down the hall, waving at one of the barracks doors they pass by.
“I’m sure you’re literate, but these are the barracks. Some of them, at least. There are many instances of housing throughout the tower, but these ones here are simply for your standard sorts of human soldiers.There’s nothing… particularly special about any of them, beyond some of the accommodations that need to be made for some sorts, but all told… I believe that The Tower here can support… perhaps… twelve thousand individuals? Something around that many, I’m not quite sure. Depends somewhat on how you classify an 'individual'.”
Madame Naoki waves dismissively at her own lack of definitive knowledge on the subject, and continues to gesticulate as she speaks and walks.
“Well. I say ‘support’, but a more accurate word would be ‘house’. Though there are wells on-site, there isn’t nearly enough renewable food production within The Tower to support that many men indefinitely. There are fairly sizeable larders, yes, and ways to get food into the complex beyond walking it through the gate- tunnels and teleportation and the such, but in the event of a prolonged siege, that would be a concern.”
She pauses in both speech and pace for a moment, realizing where her words have led. After taking a moment to compose herself, she continues, slower both in gait and cadence.
“That was a bit of a tangent, I apologize. A prolonged siege is among the least likely scenarios that The Black Tower may face, and it’s hardly a good place to start briefing you- I haven’t even properly introduced myself. Though. I suppose our conversation last week sort of precluded that- you knew who I was when you walked in, but…”
Again, she stops in her stride, and turns to face Tristian, speaking emphatically with her hands in a more purposeful tone.
“Regardless! Tristian! I’m going to call you Tristian, if that’s quite alright with you. Refer to me however you see fit. Like we discussed, you’re going to take charge of the entire Black Tower organization, and run it in my stead. My involvement here is strictly confidential, and if anyone ever asks, you know me only as a positive acquaintance on strictly official terms. There are a number of higher ranking individuals within my organizations who are aware of the reality of things, but never assume, and never state publicly. Here, and in other private areas, we may do and say exactly whatever we please, but in official and public situations, keep your camaraderie to reasonable levels.”
“With that said, the purpose of our meeting today has a few purposes. First and foremost, it was my intention to meet you personally. And in that regard, I am satisfied so far, and hope to continue to become acquainted with you over the course of the day. The second goal is to give you the silver-coin-tour of the place, and offer some editorial comments on some particular features. It’ll be on you to spend the time to learn The Tower’s intricacies well enough to take full advantage of them, but you can do that in the fullness of your own time; I’ve got other things to attend to, and don’t even know this place particularly well myself. Beyond that, there are some procedural and mechanical directives and guidelines I intend to inform you of, so you might better do your job.”
“Right. There we go. That was a proper opening, excellent. Third time's the charm, I suppose. Anyway, like I said, the barracks. Let’s proceed.”
Seemingly satisfied with those words, she nods with an air of finality, and turns back to the hallway ahead, continuing to wave her hands about, but now with a slightly more casual and warm tone to the wavings and the accompanying speech.
“To be completely honest for just a moment, I have absolutely no idea where this hallway leads. I suppose that I could check, but that would ruin some small portion of the surprise. It probably leads to some closet, or a lift or something equally dull. As we tread ever closer to that impending disappointment, do you have any questions about what I’ve told you so far, or anything else, for that matter? I would much rather attempt to field your largest inquiries to the best of my ability than to attempt to guess what information you might find relevant.”
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