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 Jun 12, 2016 12:39:09 GMT -8
Tristian was in his office, convening with Empress Naoki about the Aaedan situation, as well as briefing her on the agreement he'd made with the Blood Rose Clinic. Xel'rath's arrival in the compound alerted him as to the man's return, and he was quick to, in a break in his conversation with Naoki, address the fellow.. after alerting the woman to the fact that he was there, of course. She'd want to be involved in hearing his report, after all.
"If you'd prefer to make your report in person, Xel'rath, I'm in my office. Lady Naoki is also eagerly awaiting news of the Aaedan situation."
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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 13:48:27 GMT -8
Xel'rath wouldn't reply to Tristian and would instead teleport into the office within which he sat, still appearing as the rather ordinary looking man after a short spectacle of black mists play out once again. He would give a respectful nod towards Tristian. A small gesture that served no particular practical purpose in Xel'rath's opinion, yet these gestures were important to the others as they were social creatures after all.
He would begin simply at first, reporting the results, "Jun and I were successful in our task of destroying the necromancer," he said. No doubt they would have questions, and he would be there to answer them. This was a considerable advantage in giving reports in person observed by Xel'rath.
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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 Jun 12, 2016 15:49:56 GMT -8
Tristian looked up and activated an item on his desk, a faceted hand-sized crystal on a stand, which had recently been provided to him - it allowed him to, with the aid of his ring, transmit visual scenes to anyone else who also bore one of the gems. In this case, he was sending a mental image, complete with sound, of his debriefing of Xel'rath directly to Naoki. Folding his hands atop the desk, he nodded briskly and began his questions.
"It's good that the necromancer was defeated, but I get the feeling this isn't quite over yet, in its own way. But we can discuss that later. For now, I have some questions. Were there any survivors of the incident? Specifically, anyone of the ruling house in Aaedan? Also, were there any requests made by any of the forces present that should be passed on to myself or Lady Naoki?"
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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 16:13:58 GMT -8
Xel'rath would stand in a neutral position now, hands at his side as he began the report, noting the activation of the device.
"There were survivors among our forces, a majority of Aaedan's people are dead and the White City is no more, however, the queen of Aaedan Nyx Mann still lives, and she has requested to meet with the rulers of all the nations that fought in Aaedan in Isra," he said.
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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 Jun 12, 2016 16:22:30 GMT -8
"Excellent. At least something can be salvaged from this debacle." He ruffled his hand back through his hair with a sigh, then looked up at Xel'rath and nodded. "I want you to keep an eye on Aaedan, or what's left of it, until we can get some observational measures put in place. I don't want to take any chances of anything like this happening again." He trailed off, considering, then continued, although it seemed as though he were talking to himself, this time.
"But it looks like we'll have a summit to prepare for. I'll alert the Black Tower branches in the Expanse and Gauldin about this. Do you have anything to add, Lady Naoki?" This was aimed at the crystal on his desk.
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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 Jun 12, 2016 18:40:28 GMT -8
The voice of Madame Naoki sounds telepathically and simultaneously in the minds of both Tristian and Xel’rath.
“I don’t believe so. This information matches what I am being told by Isra’s men and women on the scene. I’ll issue instructions to see to it that Miss Nyx is escorted to Isra safely, and begin preparations on my end for an international summit. I have no further orders to issue here.”
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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 18:56:32 GMT -8
Xel'rath would nod slightly, having now gained a new assignment, and not receiving any further orders from Naoki at this point he would await Tristian to dismiss him. Once he did Xel'rath would teleport away, leaving Tristian alone once again in his office as he set out on his next task.
<exit>
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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 Jun 12, 2016 19:04:19 GMT -8
"Understood, Lady Naoki. I'll be sure to be present when she arrives in Isra so that I can properly greet her and express my sympathies." He glanced at Xel'rath then, and nodded briskly.
"You did well. Once the observational measures are installed in Aaedan, I'll want to speak with you about your next assignment. You may go." Barely had the words left his mouth than Tristian was deactivating the crystal on his desk and turning his attention to the paperwork that littered the top of it. There was a lot to be done, and not much time to do it in. He was very interested in meeting this Queen Nyx, however. She must be a very capable woman, to survive the horrors that had struck her homeland.
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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 Jul 2, 2016 14:53:58 GMT -8
<Some time later>
Tristian knew the quickest ways through the city, so it had been easy enough to lead Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann through the streets and out the southern gate of the city. From there, they angled to the southwest; it was easy to see the looming black stone monolith that was the Black Tower, and he kept a good pace across the Free Plain. When they neared, he slowed to a trot so that he could explain to Nyx where exactly they were going, and why.
"This is the Black Tower. It can contain and support up to twelve thousand regular soldiers, although we only have a force of about four thousand garrisoned here at the moment, given we sent two thousand to assist in the situation with your homeland and they have yet to return from the Eastern Desert of the Expanse - and that's not counting the war golems and various other magical creations that flesh out our ranks. Our biggest assets are our specialized agents - like Xel'rath and Jun, some of the strongest individuals on the planet who have agreed to assist us in our peacekeeping efforts - and the Kami, which I will show you during the tour."
As they approached, the gates swung open, and Tristian led her into the courtyard that surrounded the gargantuan structure. Coming to a halt, he easily swung down from his mount and handed the reins off to a waiting groom, then turned and offered his hand to Nyx to help her down from her own steed. His expression said that he clearly didn't think she required the help, but it was just so deeply ingrained in his nature to be polite and chivalrous to a woman in this manner. There was also a thinly-veiled admiration in his gaze as a small smile quirked his lips.
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jul 6, 2016 10:22:59 GMT -8
Nyx didn't say much until they were through the gates and dismounting. She was too busy insider her head to form a reply, Tristian's words adding to it. Once they were through the gates Nyx dismounted smoothly, swinging her leg over the horse. For a moment, with one foot in the stirrup and the other on the ground, one could easily see the muscles in her legs and buttocks; toned and strong. Nyx took Tristian's hand, a soft touch, as she finished her dismount and turned to face him.
She continued holding his hand, though she seemed unaware of it. "This is a very imposing structure; I like it." She smiled while looking around. Nyx had listened to Tristian's words earlier, and had finally formed a reply, she looked back to him, her smile gone, a neutral look on her face; a clear attempt to bury sadness. The attempt was betrayed by her voice when she spoke in a sad tone, "Two thousand? I didn't even know anything happened in the desert, I was at the heart of this.... Cataclysm, but I didn't know how far it reached." Her tone changed to a more serious, inquisitive one, "What would you do with a full garrison? Would you continue protecting the peace? Would you become political, supporting people in war? Would the people matter more than the country?"
Nyx was clearly leading the conversation somewhere, but all the while she stared into Tristian's eyes. She was taking his full measure as she spoke, noting any reactions and resisting the pull of those eyes. This was how she came to know people, striking them with her gaze, reading their eyes like books, seeing their true selves. Where normally this gaze would be piercing, intimidating even, here it was soft, gentle, and light. Her eyes were betraying her serious tone and attempts to bury emotions; between her unadmitted attraction to the man, along with the news of even more death caused by the Aaedanian Cataclysm, Nyx's eyes were fully a glow. A sign of strong emotions roiling withing Aaedanians.
She finally realized that Tristian's hand was still in her grasp and suddenly her real smile was back. She released Tristian's hand and turned to her horse. She retrieved her great-sword from its place on the saddle and slung the sheathed blade across her back, "I feel naked with my weapon." She turned back to him and looked back into his eyes, "You don't need to answer my questions, not yet at least. I am far more interested in what you hope to show me here."
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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 Jul 6, 2016 11:19:51 GMT -8
Tristian's mouth went dry as his gaze was drawn to the toned, muscular curves of Nyx's legs and posterior. Dear gods, but the woman was such a blend of elegant grace and lithe warrior's build that it did bad things to his imagination. Shaking away the very improper thoughts in his head, Tristian smiled as the Queen continued to hold his hand, and although he was well aware of the fact that he should let go of her.. he couldn't make himself do it; her little hand seemed to fit perfectly within the curl of his fingers. That smile dimmed as she spoke of the desert, a slightly grim expression pervading his features, and he nodded before responding quietly.
"The undead forces spread into the Eastern Desert of the Expanse, yes. A horde led by an undead dragon. The casualties were high, but apparently the guardian dragon of the Land-Tillers and another dragon intervened and distracted it, just in time for you and your people to defeat the source of the problem and bring an end to it." An earthen brow quirked upward at the questions which followed, then furrowed slightly in consideration.
"Our mission is to promote and preserve world peace - to this end, we have branches in both Gauldin and the Expanse. The troops are only amassed and sent out in times of need.. like the crisis with Aaedan, for example. I wish to send our forces to.. Goraia, to take it back, but as they've yet posed no threat to the world at large, I abstain. It wouldn't do to go against our own mission statement just because of personal feelings." His voice filled with distaste as he spat the new name of his former homeland, and there was an obvious bitterness in Tristian. He hated the bastards who'd taken over Medan and killed his parents, but he'd sworn an oath.. and signed a very lengthy contract. It was so very hard to remain angry, though, when he was gazing into those literally luminous blue eyes. She was so lovely it took his breath away, and he didn't think to breathe again until Nyx abruptly released his hand, and while her back was to him, he gave himself a brisk shake. Focus, Tristian!
"I understand the feeling. I'm rarely without my own. Shall we, your majesty?" He lightly patted the hilt of the sword at his hip, then turned and led the way toward the Tower. A doorway slid open as they approached, and Tristian paused just outside it, gesturing for Nyx to precede him. Once she was inside, he followed, the door sliding shut behind them. They were in a hallway, long and plain. And thus began their tour: Tristian led her down the hall, pointing to various rooms as they passed - enlisted barracks, mess hall, infirmary, armory, indoor training rooms. Then it was into a lift and up, up, up, onto another floor that was mostly situational rooms: War planning, a map room, a room filled with nothing but scrolls and a huge table clearly meant for storing information about important things. Tristian pointed out and described these things as they went, before reaching another lift, that ascended until they reached the room which would let them access the Kami. After ascending the ladder and turning the wheel to unlock the hatch onto the roof, he pulled himself up onto said roof and reached down to help Nyx to join him, calling out over the wind.
"Careful of the wind, it will knock you over if you're not on your guard." To support this fact, once she had been tugged up to stand beside him on the roof, he slid his arm around her waist and used his body to try and shield her from the worst of it. The action was clearly meant to be entirely protective, not at all an attempt to flirt with her or anything like that, and his free arm gestured toward the monstrous defenses that crowned the Black Tower. "With this, we can stop practically any aerial assault on either the Tower itself or Isra - it can even be used to attack large numbers of land forces. I'm still not entirely sure how it functions, but suffice to say, it hurls magically-powered bolts at extreme speeds and with extreme force. Any attack within its range will likely face obliteration, though we've yet to use it, just.. almost. Some crazy dragon thinking itself a god attacked the central plaza in Isra and we were minutes away from launching when the beast was subdued."
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jul 6, 2016 14:58:43 GMT -8
Nyx went along with the tour, occasionally offering comparisons to her homelands training centers or sleeping quarters. Some of which simply impressed her. When they came to the room with maps Nyx wanted to stay and satisfy some of her curiosity; the tour continued however until they made up to the roof.
Nyx's hair danced and swayed in the wind, her eyes still maintained their glow, as Tristian slipped his hand around her waist her cheeked went red in a mighty blush; an easy enough thing to spot with her pale skin. The roaring wind kept her from floating away however, "That is insane, Aaedan's Mage Corps were working on something like this. I didn't expect anyone else to have one completed."It was then that she looked from the top of the tower out across the plains. It was a beautiful sight. The sun was start to set, orange streaks of light cascaded across the plains and farmland. A gust of wind blowing just right sent the grass of the land dancing like an ocean. The sight brought tears to her eyes. The turmoil that brewed inside her was coming out, grief for her father, grief for her home, the feeling of putting her own father down. The loss of all the family she knew. As the tears started, she managed to stop them; she felt Tristian's hand around her waist, keeping her steady in more ways than one.
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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 Jul 6, 2016 15:23:38 GMT -8
"We're quite proud of our Kami. Anyone who seeks to take Isra will have quite the fight on their hands, that's for certain." There was a slight twist of amusement to Tristian's mouth, though it faded as he looked down at Nyx. She was too beautiful for words. Especially in the light of the setting sun. He wanted to look out across the landscape and admire it as it was painted with the colors of dusk, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from Nyx. He wanted very much to pull her into his body and kiss her senseless. But she was a Queen.. and she was still grieving the loss of her father, her home, her people. No doubt she wouldn't take kindly to his advances at all. What made him frown was the sight of the tears welling within her eyes, visible only as a gleam of moisture reflecting the sun's rays. He stepped closer, trying to shield her yet further from the wind, and lowered his head so that he didn't have to yell; bringing his lips near her ear, he spoke just loud enough to be heard.
"Your Majesty? Is something the matter? If the wind is stinging your eyes, perhaps we should go back inside." Unconsciously, his arm tightened around Nyx's waist, pulling her closer. He wanted to protect her. And not just in the sense of she was a foreign dignitary in his domain.. but in that he wanted to wrap her up, brush away her tears, and listen as she confided in him her fears, her sorrows, her longings and desires... The scent of her hair as it whipped against his face was intoxicating, and he shuddered with yearning. Dear gods above, what was this woman doing to him?
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jul 7, 2016 22:19:02 GMT -8
Nyx wiped her eyes, "Yes... lets..." She would carefully move to the hatch and crawl back inside the tower, if Tristian chose to help she would grasp his hand as she did so.
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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 Jul 7, 2016 22:40:07 GMT -8
"Of course." His voice was soft and filled with concern for the woman at his side, and Tristian wasted no time in guiding Nyx back over to the hatch, remaining nearby and steadfast as he assisted her down the ladder and back into the tower. Pulling the hatch shut behind him and turning the wheel to secure it in place, he then descended the ladder and turned to face her, his face only wearing a slight frown, but his dark brown eyes filled with worry for the woman. He didn't know what had brought on the surge of tears, whether or not it was truly the wind or something else, but he felt.. responsible for her well-being, while she was within Tower grounds. As such, he argued with himself only momentarily before making a decision.
"Your Majesty, perhaps we should sit down and warm up for a time. If you like, I would be pleased to escort you somewhere that we may indulge in a drink and relax before a warm fire. And then I would be honored to offer you lodgings within the Tower for the evening." Half-turning to one side, he gestured that she should precede him toward the lift that had brought them to this level, and once she had begun in that direction, he followed. Pressing symbols on the rune panel in the proper sequence had the lift descending at a reasonable pace for a few levels, and then it came to a stop on a floor that looked much like any other.. until they reached a fork in the hallway. To the right was an alcove labeled 'Sauna', but on the left was their destination, a larger alcove that bore two doors. It was the one on the right that he pressed his hand to, causing the door to slide open and reveal the sitting room of his quarters.
"Please, Your Majesty, make yourself at home. Would you enjoy a glass of whiskey? Brandy? Or perhaps wine is more to your taste?" Gesturing for Nyx to take one of the chairs beside the fire as they entered the room, Tristian shed his gloves and sword - tossing the former onto his desk and propping the latter up against it - before moving to the liquor cabinet at the other side of the room. Retrieving a tumbler and the decanter of whiskey, he filled the glass half-full with the rich amber liquid, and awaited Nyx's choice in beverage; once an answer was given, he poured whatever her drink of choice was and returned to the seats beside the fire, handing her glass to her, before sinking into the chair across the way. Rather than drink, he propped his elbows on his knees and sat with his hands dangling between them, the right carefully grasping the tumbler in his fingertips. His eyes searched her face in silence for several long moments, and then he spoke softly.
"I apologize if something I said or did upset you, Your Majesty. That is the farthest thing from what I intended."
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jul 8, 2016 0:15:19 GMT -8
She entered the room and took Tristian's lead, removing her blade and setting next to the seat she would soon occupy. "Whiskey," she said so in a calmed tone while taking a seat as Tristian directed. She to took the glass and sipped on it. She didn't cringe, only staring at the glass and savoring the slight burning in her throat. She looked up when he spoke. "You have nothing to apologize for," she said so flashing a quick smile at him before her face returned to one of neutral sadness, "I... Being up there reminded me of my homeland. We had a tower in the heart of our city, taller even than this one and pure white. From the top one could see every inch of Aaedan. The last time I was up there... It was the same time of day." She looked into his eyes, tears hanging on the edge of her own, "I am the one who is sorry. I'm not normally like this."
She laughed, "So much for forgetting about my homeland for a bit, huh?" Her face settled into a sad smile. "So how did you come to live in this black tower?"
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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 Jul 8, 2016 10:50:49 GMT -8
An expression of empathy flashed across Tristian's features as Nyx confessed why she was on the verge of tears. His free hand twitched with the desire to reach out and gently brush the tears from her eyes, but he held himself back. He'd already overstepped his bounds by wrapping his arm around her waist earlier, even if it was done with the intent to keep her safe. He sipped at his whiskey and shook his head at her apology before replying in a gentle voice.
"You have no need to apologize, Your Majesty. You have every right to grieve, and how long you grieve for and in what manner is entirely your prerogative." He was mid-sip of his whiskey when she asked how he came to be here, and Tristian stiffened unconsciously. He figured she'd ask eventually, but that didn't mean he particularly wanted to discuss the subject. And yet as he lowered the glass back to its dangling position between his knees, this time idly turning it around in the grasp of both hands, he tilted his head downward and stared into the fire-lit amber liquid as he spoke, trying to keep his words calm and at an even volume.
"I was the middle son of House Seryl, in Medan. When the.. change in regime occurred, I was visiting one of the villages we patronized near the wall. That is the only thing that kept me from meeting the same fate as the rest of my family. Word reached me of my family's deaths mere moments before myself and my soldiers were attacked by the new Goraian military. We managed to escape and fled to Isra. I had intended to offer my services to the Isran government in hopes of one day being able to help free Medan from its new oppressors, but instead, I was approached by someone and offered the opportunity to run this organization, since its founder had disappeared for unknown reasons. I accepted.. not only for the possibility that I can help liberate Medan, but because I believe in what the Black Tower stands for. Promoting and preserving world peace." He raised his head and his glass both as his eyes met hers and his lips quirked into a bitter smirk.
"So you see, Your Majesty.. I, too, understand what it's like to lose everything. Although your loss is far greater than my own, and I wouldn't dream of comparing the two.. I understand better than you think, the situation you're in." He tilted his glass toward her in a sort of toast, then finally leaned back in his chair, stretching his long legs out to cross them at the ankle while his arms settled on the armrests. His gaze, which had fallen to rest on the fire, shifted back toward Nyx then. There was no denying the gleam of admiration, of attraction, in his rich earthy hues as he looked at her.
"What do you plan to do now? Why did you decide to come to Isra, Your Majesty?"
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jul 8, 2016 16:14:56 GMT -8
She watched his face in a stunned silence as he regaled her with the tale of his own loss. The simple fact that someone else was in a similar position as she was brought her a great deal of comfort. She smiled when he offered his toast, returning the gesture, "To what has been lost," and taking another sip of her drink.
Upon his asking of his intentions she leaned back in her chair, taking an almost regal appearance. "My people need a new home. I have silver and gems sacked from our own city. A military with experience and no direction. They call me queen, I need to see to it that they have a future. I asked for a summit to see to this. To get my people homes in many lands, so no one would have to bear the weight of my refugees alone."
She leaned forward, "But, I had another thought as well... I was hoping to ask for the support of the world and create an organization that will keeps the peace of the realm. Not between warring nations, they have their own intentions, but against any who would threaten the people or multiple nations. If something like the Aaedan Cataclysm happened again, the organization would be the first on the scene with military forces. If some foreign force arrived and tried to attack the realm, we would be there." She smiled disappointingly, "It seems however this already exists to an extent."
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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 Jul 8, 2016 16:38:47 GMT -8
Tristian watched her face as Nyx spoke, his own showing an expression of complete and total understanding. He'd had people to care for, too - refugees from Medan who'd looked to him, a noble with his men at arms, for direction and support. He'd brought them here, to Isra, to start over. Hearing that she wanted to create an organization that would keep the peace of the realm was surprising, causing a dark brow to quirk upward momentarily. And then his brow furrowed as he descended into deep thought. So, she wanted to create something like the Black Tower.. but as she pointed out, it already existed. As Tristian sipped at his whiskey, she'd very nearly be able to see the gears turning in his mind, taking the information she'd just given him and slotting it into place. Finally, after several long minutes of silence, Tristian spoke, carefully weighing his words as he said them.
"..It seems to me that this may be a good thing, Your Majesty. You have men and people in need of homes and work. I have an organization devoted to the promotion and enforcement of world peace. With branches in the Expanse and Gauldin, it would be a very simple matter for us to teleport people there that they may relocate.. and your men could join with the Black Tower, create a force for good and peace that can go veritably anywhere in the world almost instantly. With the agents of the Tower, and our constructs, and your men... That goal could be achieved." The dark eyes which had wandered to one side and been absorbed in the empty stare of one in deep thought now cleared and flicked back to Nyx's lovely face. There was a sparkle of life and excitement within them that was soon mirrored by the slight upward tilt of his lips in a small smile.
"Join forces with me. Be my equal in power and name alike. Make the Black Tower into something great and truly capable. I'll stand by your side at the summit while you propose it to the nations, if you wish. But I think this would be an amazing thing for the world. What do you think, Your Majesty?"
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jul 8, 2016 18:59:46 GMT -8
Nyx watched the gears turn inside his head and smiled. She observed him and his clear action of thinking, through out the silence her curiosity as to what was going on his head only rising as time passed. She took the time to study his face some more, the lines of his jaw, the deep color of his eyes... The he spoke, and she listened carefully and closely. Her face took on a serious look, a small smirk upon her lips. She sat her drink down and stood.
She extended her arm, an offer of a handshake, of acceptance of his offer. "I think that this will be the start of a great thing for the survivors of Aaedan. For you, and for me and hopefully for the realm. Whatever may come to ruin this world, may we be its protectors, its guardians." When or if Tristian took her hand a smile would arrive on her face, full and bright; all the tears gone, only her eyes glowing bright and brilliant, a spark of something behind them. Be it excitement, anticipation, or simple joy for securing something for her people no one could tell. What could be told was that a weight was lifted from Nyx's shoulders and a glimmer of joy was present in her.
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