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 May 16, 2016 11:33:54 GMT -8
Tristian glanced up as each person appeared and gave them a brisk nod, but clearly had no intention of speaking until everyone was present. Once all three had arrived, he set aside his quill and planted both hands on the desk, his calm brown gaze surveying the trio thoughtfully.
"Thank you for coming so swiftly. Much as I'd love to sit down and have a talk with all three of you about your various capabilities and such, this is an extremely time-sensitive matter, so that will have to wait. I don't know if you've heard, but there's an undead army wreaking havoc in Aaedan. Isra has already mobilized the Dawn Riders and three of their legions, and we've been asked to join in on the offensive and try to put an end to this threat." His gaze zeroed in on Raiko first of all, relaying her direct orders to start.
"Raiko, you'll be taking as many of our war golems and as much siege equipment as you can mobilize quickly, and joining General Cyronin at the legions' defensive position, here." He pointed to a spot on the map, on the far northeastern border of the Land-Tiller's States, near Aaedan. "Your main purpose there will be to guard the border against the undead hordes, but if the need arises, you'll be going to the front line in Aaedan to begin our offensive. There's absolutely no time to waste, so you need to get on this immediately. I give you full authorization to requisition whatever items you may need or any personnel you may find helpful, just get it done fast." With that done, he turned to Xel'rath and Jun.
"As for you two, your mission is perhaps even more important. We've received word that the former leader of Isra, Ildesias, and an unknown woman who appears to be his companion, have been spotted at the joint Land-Tillers and Dawn Riders fortifications at the front line, located here." Fingers pressed to the map, tracing a path along a major road from Isra, past the border in Aaedan, and to the barricades, which he tapped twice in a brisk staccato. "Apparently, their intent is to locate the necromancer believed to be behind all of this ruckus and put him down. You two will be joining them in this task." His gaze zeroed in on Jun specifically at this point, piercing and intense.
"Jun, I've been advised that you have a close friend who is a holy being of some power, named Lum'Valia. It is our strong suggestion that you get in touch with her as soon as possible and request that she assist you on this mission, because quite frankly, we need all the help we can get in this matter." Straightening from his hunched-over position with a deep breath inhaled through his nose, he clasped his hands behind him, his gaze surveying those standing before him with the weight of responsibility, but also the gleam of confidence. He had some of the best people in the world working for him.. he had faith they would succeed. "I can't impress upon you enough how vital this is. You have your orders." He nodded firmly, giving the two a grim look. "Get out there and put an end to this mess, and if you need back-up, just say the word. I'll mobilize whoever you need to get this taken care of."
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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 May 16, 2016 17:29:21 GMT -8
Jun's hairs stood on end as Tristian described the situation to her. Her heart was pumping with every word. ... Dad... Feeling an overwhelming sense of determination, and national pride in the Land-Tiller forces, Jun nodded. "I'm in. I need to go to the Nokari mountains right away to get Lum'Valia, and from there we will meet with Xel'rath and Ildesias at the border. We'll take this necromancer down, you have my word." She then looked to Raiko. "Just so you know, the Land-Tiller's defenses on the eastern border are definitely the weakest, since it's mostly harsh desert land and they have no need for much protection. They mostly consist of mercenaries and volunteers. Generally they are long range cavalry, so if you can, plan your forces accordingly." Jun immediately marched out of the room. But before she was out of earshot she called back to Xel'rath. Her view of him had changed significantly in those brief moments, and with renewed confidence came a bit of snark towards the dark being. "Try not to eat too many undead before we get there. I didn't wanna say anything but eating supernatural beings tends to make you gassy." She sneered to herself as she strolled away. With that she headed towards the teleportation room and set the coordinates to the chalet. From there she will go to Lum'Valia's lair. <Exit> |
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Gragnark
Established
Slaying Orc Hunters
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 43
Physical Description:
Gragnark is a 10'2" beast of an Orc. His muscles bulge out from under his armor which seems to be custom made.
His face is usually in a scowl and is adorned with scars. The main scar goes down his left eye, through his left lip and down a little lower, his left fang also chipped in half. His eyes are a deep green much like his skin and his hair is pure white which is pulled back into a pony tail.
His body is very well built and under his armor is a hairy chest complete with its own battle scars, pink marks scathing his body.
Clothes and Equipment:
His armor seems to be custom made and not made of your usual metal. It seems to be quite protective but also agile offering both defense and mobility. He wears a loincloth covering his crotch and legplates covering his bare legs. His weapon is a large greataxe with a decorated pole, however the head of the axe is something strange, it gives the impressions that you're being watched, probably from the red eye on the weapon.
Registered: May 16, 2016 1:59:42 GMT -8
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Post by Gragnark on May 17, 2016 0:38:44 GMT -8
The large Orc would slowly make his way towards the huge tower, closing in on the outer walls and reaching what seems to be the gate. He would stop as he reached some guards, standing over them at 10'2" and looking down. He would simply mumble, "I need to see Wizards..." and blankly stare at the guards waiting for a reply.
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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 May 17, 2016 11:42:30 GMT -8
The guards shared a look as the Orc approached, then craned their necks back to look up at him as he came to a stop nearby. Wizards? One of the guards frowned, and the two conferred briefly for a minute, then one of them stepped forward and spoke to him.
"This is a top-secret facility, sir. We can't just go letting people in. What is it that you need help with? If there's someone within the Black Tower who can help you, we'll see about getting the authorization to let you inside."
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Gragnark
Established
Slaying Orc Hunters
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 43
Physical Description:
Gragnark is a 10'2" beast of an Orc. His muscles bulge out from under his armor which seems to be custom made.
His face is usually in a scowl and is adorned with scars. The main scar goes down his left eye, through his left lip and down a little lower, his left fang also chipped in half. His eyes are a deep green much like his skin and his hair is pure white which is pulled back into a pony tail.
His body is very well built and under his armor is a hairy chest complete with its own battle scars, pink marks scathing his body.
Clothes and Equipment:
His armor seems to be custom made and not made of your usual metal. It seems to be quite protective but also agile offering both defense and mobility. He wears a loincloth covering his crotch and legplates covering his bare legs. His weapon is a large greataxe with a decorated pole, however the head of the axe is something strange, it gives the impressions that you're being watched, probably from the red eye on the weapon.
Registered: May 16, 2016 1:59:42 GMT -8
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Post by Gragnark on May 17, 2016 11:49:05 GMT -8
Gragnark would against gaze up at the looming tower, scratching his head. "I want to invest in a magical item, wizards sell them?" he'd say with a kind of confused statement. The Orc wouldn't look wealthy, though the Axe on his back would obviously be magical if the guards were versed in any kind of magical knowledge.
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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 May 18, 2016 13:36:56 GMT -8
The guards shared a look, then stepped away a bit to confer quietly for a few minutes. Finally, one stepped back up to talk to the Orc while the other was touching some gem implanted into his armor. "We'll get our resident magical item expert to come out and speak with you, so just have some patience, please." The guard who was touching the gem in his armor was speaking silently to Raikō, a look of extreme focus on his face. "Miss Raiko, there's an Orc at the gate who wants a magical item from a wizard, do you want to come see what he wants, or should we tell him to move along?" |
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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 May 18, 2016 13:49:40 GMT -8
Raiko's voice comes back in reply a few moments later."'buy a magical item from a wizard?' Does he even... Fine, I may as well. Five minutes."
Four minutes and fifty-five seconds later, the guards crack open a postern door, and Raiko appears. She marches up to the orc and looks him up and down critically, her demeanor carrying an air of mild condescension totally at odds with the fact that the mountain of muscle stands almost literally twice as tall as her.
"I'm told you're looking for a magical item. Elaborate," she states, without preamble.
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Gragnark
Established
Slaying Orc Hunters
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 43
Physical Description:
Gragnark is a 10'2" beast of an Orc. His muscles bulge out from under his armor which seems to be custom made.
His face is usually in a scowl and is adorned with scars. The main scar goes down his left eye, through his left lip and down a little lower, his left fang also chipped in half. His eyes are a deep green much like his skin and his hair is pure white which is pulled back into a pony tail.
His body is very well built and under his armor is a hairy chest complete with its own battle scars, pink marks scathing his body.
Clothes and Equipment:
His armor seems to be custom made and not made of your usual metal. It seems to be quite protective but also agile offering both defense and mobility. He wears a loincloth covering his crotch and legplates covering his bare legs. His weapon is a large greataxe with a decorated pole, however the head of the axe is something strange, it gives the impressions that you're being watched, probably from the red eye on the weapon.
Registered: May 16, 2016 1:59:42 GMT -8
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Post by Gragnark on May 19, 2016 1:31:18 GMT -8
The Orc would watch the man playing with the gem in his armor and look puzzled, wondering why he was talking into it. He wouldn't be surprised if everyone in here were insane, magic is a strange thing. Gragnark nods in reply and waits on someone to arrive.
As Raiko arrived, the Orc perked up a bit. "You must be the magician!" he'd say with a grin, his sharp bottom fangs protruding out. "I am in need of a magical item, some kind of ward to prevent magic on my head, it's not good for me." he'd nod as he looked down towards the woman.
The large greataxe on his back would give the strange sensation of being watched by something, the kind that raises hairs on the back of your neck.
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Rose
Dedicated
Doing okay, but I can make YOU do better!
Roleplay posts: 121
Age: 16 (?)
Physical Description: 5'6" 130 lb
-Pale skin
-Blue line tattoo on right forearm
-Black hair with red tints at the ends
-Grey-silver eyes with tiny red flecks around the pupil
-Slightly sharp teeth
-Small chest
-Otherwise looks completely human and normal, really, honestly
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Clothes and Equipment: CURRENTLY WEARING:
-A conservative nurse outfit in odd shades of black and red.
-Similarly colored undergarments
-Black belt with two large pouches on either side
==Pouches contain:
===50ft of rope
===3 pints of oil
===Flint and steel
===Whetstone
===Waterskin
===Rations (7 days)
===Waterproof leather bag filled with extremely strong alcohol
===Rolls of bandages and gauze
===Needles and strong thread
===Black leather gloves
===4 rough sheets of paper
===Short length of charchoal
===A note written with ink and waterproofed (Note contents: If you find this and I'm dead, would you mind putting as much of my body together as you can and reviving me with alchemy or a spell? I'd really appreciate it, and I'll owe you a favor. It should be pretty easy to put me back into working condition considering I am or was already undead. Actually, my head should still be working even if it's not with my body. Try finding it? Unless it was blown to bits, then just try to put it back together as best you can and then do the ritual or whatever.)
==Four mage batteries, each capable of pushing a long ritual to completion or one strong, focused spell cast
==A small stack of brochures that have the words "Fleshcrafting: A New You!" on the front page
-Small lantern strapped to belt, can adjust to shift between a focused beam of light and a diffuse light source
-Charred farming scythe strapped to back
KEPT FOR SENTIMENTAL REASONS:
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-Ragged red and black skirt, black blouse with red strings lacing the front
-Dirty and bloodstained red cloak
-Slightly torn black leggings
-Weathered black combat boots
-Journal containing instructions for a simple healing spell and scythe usage diagrams
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Player's online availability : Daily, will check in at odd hours.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 2:34:06 GMT -8
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Post by Rose on May 22, 2016 22:31:31 GMT -8
Rose approaches the outermost wall, staring at the huge, complex structure in awe as she nears it. She's slowed down to a sedate walking pace now, and approaches the guards at the gate with a friendly smile on her face.
"Um, hi?" she says, waving. "I heard that you guys had..." She looks around and leans in to whisper. "Teleportation magic? I was kind of wondering if I could access those services, or, better yet, trade for the knowledge of that magic? I have some cool stuff, I think, that you guys might like."
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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 May 23, 2016 10:11:34 GMT -8
The guards looked at the girl with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, then conferred quietly. After coming to a decision, one touched a gem implanted in his armor and communicated silently with someone, then looked at her.
"Lord Seryl will be down shortly to see you, miss."
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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 May 23, 2016 10:15:06 GMT -8
Tristian appeared about six minutes later, emerging from the side of the massive tower and approaching the gate flanked by a trio of guards. His hand lay idly on the hilt of the sword at his hip, and his jaw was covered in a thin layer of stubble. Brown eyes assessed the girl thoughtfully as he approached, and as he gestured for the guards to open the gate so he could speak with her, he pushed his free hand absently back through his short brown hair. Once the gate was opened, he stepped through and inclined his head in a brisk nod to the girl before him, then spoke in that smooth voice of his.
"I am Lord Tristian Seryl, leader of the Black Tower. May I ask your name, miss, before we move on to what you could offer us in exchange for the method to our teleportation?"
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Rose
Dedicated
Doing okay, but I can make YOU do better!
Roleplay posts: 121
Age: 16 (?)
Physical Description: 5'6" 130 lb
-Pale skin
-Blue line tattoo on right forearm
-Black hair with red tints at the ends
-Grey-silver eyes with tiny red flecks around the pupil
-Slightly sharp teeth
-Small chest
-Otherwise looks completely human and normal, really, honestly
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Clothes and Equipment: CURRENTLY WEARING:
-A conservative nurse outfit in odd shades of black and red.
-Similarly colored undergarments
-Black belt with two large pouches on either side
==Pouches contain:
===50ft of rope
===3 pints of oil
===Flint and steel
===Whetstone
===Waterskin
===Rations (7 days)
===Waterproof leather bag filled with extremely strong alcohol
===Rolls of bandages and gauze
===Needles and strong thread
===Black leather gloves
===4 rough sheets of paper
===Short length of charchoal
===A note written with ink and waterproofed (Note contents: If you find this and I'm dead, would you mind putting as much of my body together as you can and reviving me with alchemy or a spell? I'd really appreciate it, and I'll owe you a favor. It should be pretty easy to put me back into working condition considering I am or was already undead. Actually, my head should still be working even if it's not with my body. Try finding it? Unless it was blown to bits, then just try to put it back together as best you can and then do the ritual or whatever.)
==Four mage batteries, each capable of pushing a long ritual to completion or one strong, focused spell cast
==A small stack of brochures that have the words "Fleshcrafting: A New You!" on the front page
-Small lantern strapped to belt, can adjust to shift between a focused beam of light and a diffuse light source
-Charred farming scythe strapped to back
KEPT FOR SENTIMENTAL REASONS:
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-Ragged red and black skirt, black blouse with red strings lacing the front
-Dirty and bloodstained red cloak
-Slightly torn black leggings
-Weathered black combat boots
-Journal containing instructions for a simple healing spell and scythe usage diagrams
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Player's online availability : Daily, will check in at odd hours.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 2:34:06 GMT -8
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Post by Rose on May 23, 2016 17:40:30 GMT -8
"Sure!" Rose says brightly. "I'm Rose, and the founder of the Blood Rose Medical Foundation! I run a clinic and do things like medical treatment and/or human modification—all with consent, of course."
As she talks she points toward the symbol of a white rose covered in splotches of red sewn onto the chest of her conservative nurse-like outfit.
"I heard from a friend that you guys have teleportation magic, so I was wondering if it were possible to trade for it? I'm pretty good at what I do, if I may say so myself."
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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 May 23, 2016 18:31:05 GMT -8
Human modification? Tristian narrowed his eyes slightly at that. He couldn't say he approved, but.. medical treatment could potentially prove quite useful. He stood in silence for several long moments, clearly devoting great thought to this situation, then finally nodded briskly.
"Miss Rose, the Black Tower is a highly secure facility, and I'm not inclined to let anyone in, regardless of how they may be able to benefit us. That being said, I have a.. proposal, if I may?" Assuming she consented, he would proceed. "Perhaps I could visit this clinic of yours and see what kind of work you do, and if I believe we could make an equal exchange of services, we can come to some sort of agreement?" He quirked a brow, awaiting her response to his suggestion.
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Rose
Dedicated
Doing okay, but I can make YOU do better!
Roleplay posts: 121
Age: 16 (?)
Physical Description: 5'6" 130 lb
-Pale skin
-Blue line tattoo on right forearm
-Black hair with red tints at the ends
-Grey-silver eyes with tiny red flecks around the pupil
-Slightly sharp teeth
-Small chest
-Otherwise looks completely human and normal, really, honestly
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Clothes and Equipment: CURRENTLY WEARING:
-A conservative nurse outfit in odd shades of black and red.
-Similarly colored undergarments
-Black belt with two large pouches on either side
==Pouches contain:
===50ft of rope
===3 pints of oil
===Flint and steel
===Whetstone
===Waterskin
===Rations (7 days)
===Waterproof leather bag filled with extremely strong alcohol
===Rolls of bandages and gauze
===Needles and strong thread
===Black leather gloves
===4 rough sheets of paper
===Short length of charchoal
===A note written with ink and waterproofed (Note contents: If you find this and I'm dead, would you mind putting as much of my body together as you can and reviving me with alchemy or a spell? I'd really appreciate it, and I'll owe you a favor. It should be pretty easy to put me back into working condition considering I am or was already undead. Actually, my head should still be working even if it's not with my body. Try finding it? Unless it was blown to bits, then just try to put it back together as best you can and then do the ritual or whatever.)
==Four mage batteries, each capable of pushing a long ritual to completion or one strong, focused spell cast
==A small stack of brochures that have the words "Fleshcrafting: A New You!" on the front page
-Small lantern strapped to belt, can adjust to shift between a focused beam of light and a diffuse light source
-Charred farming scythe strapped to back
KEPT FOR SENTIMENTAL REASONS:
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-Ragged red and black skirt, black blouse with red strings lacing the front
-Dirty and bloodstained red cloak
-Slightly torn black leggings
-Weathered black combat boots
-Journal containing instructions for a simple healing spell and scythe usage diagrams
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Player's online availability : Daily, will check in at odd hours.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 2:34:06 GMT -8
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Post by Rose on May 23, 2016 19:14:31 GMT -8
"E-eh?" Rose blinked. "Sure? But it's a few days of travel away...er, in the way I traveled, at least. I covered... about 150 or so miles every day? I'm, um, good at long distance running. Unless you plan on teleporting?"
She thinks for a moment. "How about this? I brought enough supplies to do some treatment on a few people. If you'd be willing, I'd do augmentations upon a person of your choice, here, as a demonstration."
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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 May 23, 2016 19:56:07 GMT -8
"I'd rather not ask any of my people to submit themselves for some sort of procedure, if it's all the same to you." Tristian softened the words with a small smile, then his expression became thoughtful once more. He had no intention of simply inviting her into the Tower, after all, but this was a potentially beneficial arrangement. He was imagining the possibilities of augmented guards and troops, and it was just too good an opportunity to pass up. Finally, he nodded firmly to himself, and his gaze sharpened upon Rose again.
"If you'd like a demonstration of our teleportation, I'd be quite pleased to provide one.. and kill two birds with one stone by going to your clinic, that I may see the facility for myself. What do you say, Miss Rose?" Stepping back, he turned slightly to one side, gesturing toward the Tower grounds with one hand. With the offer formally extended, he'd wait to see how she responded before acting further.
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Rose
Dedicated
Doing okay, but I can make YOU do better!
Roleplay posts: 121
Age: 16 (?)
Physical Description: 5'6" 130 lb
-Pale skin
-Blue line tattoo on right forearm
-Black hair with red tints at the ends
-Grey-silver eyes with tiny red flecks around the pupil
-Slightly sharp teeth
-Small chest
-Otherwise looks completely human and normal, really, honestly
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Clothes and Equipment: CURRENTLY WEARING:
-A conservative nurse outfit in odd shades of black and red.
-Similarly colored undergarments
-Black belt with two large pouches on either side
==Pouches contain:
===50ft of rope
===3 pints of oil
===Flint and steel
===Whetstone
===Waterskin
===Rations (7 days)
===Waterproof leather bag filled with extremely strong alcohol
===Rolls of bandages and gauze
===Needles and strong thread
===Black leather gloves
===4 rough sheets of paper
===Short length of charchoal
===A note written with ink and waterproofed (Note contents: If you find this and I'm dead, would you mind putting as much of my body together as you can and reviving me with alchemy or a spell? I'd really appreciate it, and I'll owe you a favor. It should be pretty easy to put me back into working condition considering I am or was already undead. Actually, my head should still be working even if it's not with my body. Try finding it? Unless it was blown to bits, then just try to put it back together as best you can and then do the ritual or whatever.)
==Four mage batteries, each capable of pushing a long ritual to completion or one strong, focused spell cast
==A small stack of brochures that have the words "Fleshcrafting: A New You!" on the front page
-Small lantern strapped to belt, can adjust to shift between a focused beam of light and a diffuse light source
-Charred farming scythe strapped to back
KEPT FOR SENTIMENTAL REASONS:
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-Ragged red and black skirt, black blouse with red strings lacing the front
-Dirty and bloodstained red cloak
-Slightly torn black leggings
-Weathered black combat boots
-Journal containing instructions for a simple healing spell and scythe usage diagrams
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Player's online availability : Daily, will check in at odd hours.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 2:34:06 GMT -8
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Post by Rose on May 23, 2016 20:49:24 GMT -8
Rose shrugs. "It won't hurt them—I'll be using some of our more... thoroughly tested enhancements."
But of course, Rose understood that the man had the right to be skeptical. And in fact, his proposal was quite enticing, considering that this would allow her to get back to Riley much earlier than she expected.
...And, she could check to make sure Riley hadn't turned the place into a gibbering mountain of flesh.
"Alright, that sounds like a good idea, actually," Rose says. "I'd love to see how your teleportation works. Lead the way!"
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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 May 23, 2016 21:26:27 GMT -8
"Excellent." Making a full turn back toward the tower, Tristian led the way up to the rune-covered structure. As they neared, a door slid open, revealing a long hallway that culminated in a lift. Once they were both within its spacious confines, he pressed a few symbols on the rune panel, which sent it speeding upward at a fair pace. When it came to a stop, they were presented with another hallway, this one much shorter. At the end was a doorway, which he pressed his hand to; the door flared gold with runes, then slid open, revealing the intricate teleportation circle inscribed in the floor and inlaid with gems of varying size, color, and shape.
"Please stand in the middle. Now, if you could kindly give me as precise a location as possible - if you have exact coordinates, that would be exceedingly helpful." He moved to a rune panel just outside the circle, different from the one in the lift, whereupon he began pressing symbols and shifting different gems about, muttering to himself as he did so. Getting the calculations just right was highly important.
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Rose
Dedicated
Doing okay, but I can make YOU do better!
Roleplay posts: 121
Age: 16 (?)
Physical Description: 5'6" 130 lb
-Pale skin
-Blue line tattoo on right forearm
-Black hair with red tints at the ends
-Grey-silver eyes with tiny red flecks around the pupil
-Slightly sharp teeth
-Small chest
-Otherwise looks completely human and normal, really, honestly
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Clothes and Equipment: CURRENTLY WEARING:
-A conservative nurse outfit in odd shades of black and red.
-Similarly colored undergarments
-Black belt with two large pouches on either side
==Pouches contain:
===50ft of rope
===3 pints of oil
===Flint and steel
===Whetstone
===Waterskin
===Rations (7 days)
===Waterproof leather bag filled with extremely strong alcohol
===Rolls of bandages and gauze
===Needles and strong thread
===Black leather gloves
===4 rough sheets of paper
===Short length of charchoal
===A note written with ink and waterproofed (Note contents: If you find this and I'm dead, would you mind putting as much of my body together as you can and reviving me with alchemy or a spell? I'd really appreciate it, and I'll owe you a favor. It should be pretty easy to put me back into working condition considering I am or was already undead. Actually, my head should still be working even if it's not with my body. Try finding it? Unless it was blown to bits, then just try to put it back together as best you can and then do the ritual or whatever.)
==Four mage batteries, each capable of pushing a long ritual to completion or one strong, focused spell cast
==A small stack of brochures that have the words "Fleshcrafting: A New You!" on the front page
-Small lantern strapped to belt, can adjust to shift between a focused beam of light and a diffuse light source
-Charred farming scythe strapped to back
KEPT FOR SENTIMENTAL REASONS:
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-Ragged red and black skirt, black blouse with red strings lacing the front
-Dirty and bloodstained red cloak
-Slightly torn black leggings
-Weathered black combat boots
-Journal containing instructions for a simple healing spell and scythe usage diagrams
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Player's online availability : Daily, will check in at odd hours.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 2:34:06 GMT -8
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Post by Rose on May 23, 2016 22:21:15 GMT -8
"A magical elevator?" Rose wonders. "Hmm. We use mechanical pulleys and hoists to raise and lower people and patients...this seems much easier. What mechanism does this elevator use?"
When Tristian opens the door the with the press of a palm, Rose chuckles. "That locking mechanism seems quite similar to the ones we use. Perhaps great minds think alike? Ours are keyed to recognize personal biological characteristics."
Upon seeing the circle, Rose groans a little. "Are all these gemstones required for the function of the circle? Because that is a lot of gemstones. All of different varieties, too..."
"Ah, right, the coordinates." Rose manages to give him quite exacting coordinates to the front lawn of her clinic, as one of her personal brands of magic requires such unerring accuracy. "We'll end up right in front my clinic," she tells him. "But not too close—don't want to trigger any of our defensive wards, haha."
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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 May 23, 2016 23:10:15 GMT -8
"Honestly, I couldn't tell you how anything works - lift, teleportation circle, et cetera. All I know is how to operate it. It was designed and built by the Black Tower's resident runic genius, Miss Raiko. This place would fall apart without her around. I haven't quite had the time to sit down with her and learn how, precisely, everything works. Things have been a bit.. hectic since I took over leadership here. I chose an auspicious time to accept the position." This last was said a bit wryly. Considering that almost immediately after he took over, a 'dragon god' popped up in Isra's central square, and then the undead threat in Aaedan cropped up soon after that. With the coordinates in hand, he finished pressing runes and rearranged a few small crystals.
"Excellent. Just one last.. there." He pressed a final rune, then moved into the circle moments before it began to light up, standing a respectful distance away from Rose with his hands clasped behind him. Magic rippled through the air, transporting them from the Black Tower to the Blood Rose Clinic.
<Exit>
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Xel'rath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: If Xel'rath has a true form, it is unknown as to what it really looks like. It can take on the appearance of anything or anyone with complete perfection.
Clothes and Equipment: None, Xel'rath can conjure anything it needs along with it's many forms.
Player's online availability : Unknown
Registered: Nov 3, 2015 18:47:56 GMT -8
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Post by Xel'rath on Jun 12, 2016 12:32:48 GMT -8
Xel'rath would materialize within the black tower compound, in a small courtyard just outside the tower. He appeared in a swirling mass of what appeared to be black smoke, moving much as a drop of ink in a still glass of water would. He would eventually take on the form a of rather normal looking man, with brown hair and wearing somewhat casual clothes.
Those who carried the gem usually carried by Black Tower operatives would be able to identify him nonetheless, and he would make his way towards wherever he had to go to report to his superiors.
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