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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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Aug 17, 2016 15:48:38 GMT -8
"Well then, the Tower grounds, the barracks and all our amenities will remain open to you, should you wish to make use of them. I happen to have a pin in my office that I can give you right now, so if you'll come with me to sign the contract, I'll go ahead and give it to you, as well as your first assignment." Gesturing for Fenrir to follow him, he made his way toward the Tower proper, the door sliding open at his approach. He led Fenrir inside and into a lift which took them directly to the floor his office was on. Down the hallway and into the room with a desk and three chairs of dark wood, a plush rug on the floor, and walls lined with bookcases and scroll racks. Retrieving a scroll from its slot, he rolled it out on the desk facing Fenrir, and weighted it in place with a couple of decorative rocks. Placing quill and inkwell beside the contract, he indicated Fenrir should read and sign. While he did so, Tristian searched through his desk drawers.
"The contract is simple, really - you agree not to disclose any information given to you by myself or anyone working in service of the Black Tower without prior permission. You agree to uphold our values and rules to the utmost of your ability. And should you betray us, your life is forfeit. Remember above all else that the Black Tower is a neutral force intended for the protection and enforcement of the idea of world peace. Ah, here we are." Digging a fairly-sized box out of a drawer, he set it before Fenrir and flipped it open, revealing a few pins, pendants, rings, and loose gemstones in varying sizes and colors, all emblazoned with the symbol of the Black Tower. He gestured toward it, indicating Fenrir should take his pick of them. Once he'd done so, Tristian continued.
"Before I give you your first assignment, do you have any questions?"
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Aug 17, 2016 17:46:01 GMT -8
Fenrir followed Lord Seryl inside, impressed with the interior of the structure but not really showing it. Tbe lift was a nice touch, and it was all he could do to not inquire as to what every button did. The office seemed very utilitarian to him, and the rug certainly looked comfortable enough.
A quick glance through the contract's contents sufficed for Fenrir, the terms logical and reasonable. He added his signature to the required location, a simple, yet not crude flow of ink upon the paper.
"Seems reasonable enough to me, and I have no questions, since you seem to have told me I start immediately."
His paw dug around in the box, finally selecting a pin with a smaller gemstone and pinning to the part of the strap that was on his shoulder.
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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)
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Aug 17, 2016 18:11:55 GMT -8
"Excellent. First of all, how to use the gem: You have to physically touch it, then think of whoever it is you'd like to speak to within the network. Until you're used to it, it's easier to speak your thoughts aloud as you transmit them, but in time, you'll simply be able to think words - and even feelings and images - in that person's direction. As for your assignment..." Tristian hesitated, looking very grave for a moment. Which was quite the accomplishment, considering the man normally appeared somewhat stern as it was.
"There are delegates from other nations in the city for the summit. I want you to follow the delegates from Goraia - a woman named Keizhi, and two dragons named Jarkoopi and Umbra. Watch them. If they so much as set a scale, claw, or finger out of line, you will inform me. Don't attack them unless you have no choice." From the way he spoke, it wasn't entirely certain whether or not Tristian was being entirely professional about this matter. But he had free rein of the Black Tower and its operatives - he could do with them as he liked, until his.. benefactor said otherwise.
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Aug 18, 2016 3:47:41 GMT -8
Sounded to Fenrir like Lord Seryl wanted to be the one to attack them, but such a thing would be improper to say at best. This sounded like an easy job anyway, how hard could it be to follow around two dragons?
"You have a description of what they look like? Can't very well track something I can't find since I don't know what they look like."
He would have to be careful of course, he would rather not have to fight two dragons, sounded like a good way to become dinner or a pile of ash.
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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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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Aug 18, 2016 5:58:24 GMT -8
"I'll do you one better." Tristian had returned to shuffling through his desk drawers, and after a few more minutes of searching, withdrew three smallish scrolls, which were then offered to Fenrir. Upon opening them, he'd find each one bearing detailed drawings of the three targets. Small, young Keizhi with her distinctive purple hair. Umbra, a somewhat small, bronze-colored dragon - with a unique human shape, that appeared to be very pale, with dark markings, yellow eyes, and light hair. And finally Jarkoopi, a larger blue dragon with a strangely normal human appearance in contrast.
"Report to me daily on their activities via the gem. If you have any need for assistance from myself or any of our other operatives, don't hesitate to ask."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Aug 18, 2016 15:40:47 GMT -8
Grandma strolled towards the gates of the familiar black monolith, it had been quite a while since she had seen the impressive construct, but it wasn’t easily forgettable. Those on the gates would see a figure approaching at a leisurely rate, face shrouded behind the hood of their purple cloak.
The tower and wall around it appeared to be in good repair, as to be expected. She was sure Naoki had put someone capable incharge. Still, even though she was confident in Naoki’s abilities of choosing her predecessor, Grandma’s curiosity wouldn’t be abated until she met them herself.
Once Grandma was closer to the wall, she pulled back the hood of her cloak, revealing a face that the guards would almost certainly recognize. She addressed them calmly in a voice that was easily heard despite the distance between them.
“I would request a meeting with the current leader of The Black Tower. Please tell them that Grandma wishes to speak to them.”
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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 Aug 18, 2016 18:46:26 GMT -8
The guards watched the approaching figure curiously, but there was a unanimous reaction of recognition when the woman revealed her face. They all knew Grandma well, it was certain, and there were many whispers about why she was back. Had she returned to unseat Lord Seryl and retake her position as the head of the Black Tower? After she voiced her request, one of the guards contacted Tristian via his gem, and following a brief conversation, he called down to the elderly woman.
"Lord Seryl is currently speaking with a new operative, ma'am, but we've been instructed to permit you into the Tower. You may go wherever you wish and Lord Seryl has promised to meet you there as soon as he's free."
Putting truth to the words, the gate in the wall was unbarred and swung open, permitting Grandma entrance to the grounds. She would go unhindered in her entrance to the Tower itself.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Aug 18, 2016 19:21:19 GMT -8
As expected, her presence seemed to cause a bit of a stir. After all, she had vanished without so much as a note. Grandma could also tell that her return would generate a number of questions and probably a fair bit of speculation. She would put an end to such things when she met with Lord Seryl.
Offering a nod of thanks, Grandma would make her way through the gate and towards the tower itself. Everything appeared to be in order on the inside as well, training area neat, people moving about, and the guard had mentioned something about Lord Seryl meeting with a new recruit? Always a good sign to hear the tower was still gaining new operatives.
Heading to one of the sitting rooms inside the tower, Grandma would have some tea brought to her as she waited for Lord Seryl. Some might think she would wish to reclaim her position in The Black Tower, but Grandma had other plans. Although she had enjoyed running it and setting it up initially, Grandma never found herself exactly satisfied with wearing the same hat for too long.
Still, Grandma did intend to keep her contacts with The Black Tower in good repair. To that end she desired to meet her successor, this Lord Seryl. She hadn’t heard the name before, but it wasn’t all that surprising that Naoki would appoint someone not in The Black Tower as its leader. After all, of the operatives active when Grandma lead it, she couldn’t really think of any particularly suited for running The Black Tower in its entirety.
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Aug 19, 2016 5:04:40 GMT -8
"Ah they have human forms, rather...unique ones, so it shouldn't be as hard. I am not super faniliar with the city either, but now is as good a time as any to become acquainted with it."
He could always track them by their smell, shape changing wouldn't remove their scent, particularly on the woman who likely spent time around them in their dragon form. He reached the metal arm out to take the scrolls, examining each in some detail before placing them inside his the small bag next to his sheath.
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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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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Aug 19, 2016 10:58:39 GMT -8
"Good. This is very important, so I'm trusting you to make sure this is done properly. I'll escort you part of the way out - apparently there's someone here to see me." Tristian wasn't sure how he felt about his predecessor coming to visit, but he wasn't so rude as to ignore the woman. Gesturing for Fenrir to accompany him, he led the way out of the office and to the lift. Pressing a few runes on the panel, the lift zipped downward, then finally came to a stop.
"Follow this hallway down to the end - the door there will open and let you out onto the grounds. Keep me posted, Mister Skargard." Nodding to the male, he waited briefly for confirmation, then pressed a few runes on the lift's panel. It shot to the level where Grandma was waiting for him, and he strode briskly to the room where she sat, the door opening for him. He stepped inside, eyeing her thoughtfully as he moved to one of the vacant seats in the sitting room.
"I apologize for keeping you waiting, madam. I was giving an assignment to a new operative. Allow me to introduce myself: I'm Lord Tristian Seryl, formerly of Medan." With this introduction offered, he sketched a quick bow, then straightened and sank into the seat behind him. Propping his right ankle on his left knee, he steepled his fingers before him.
"I understand you're the infamous Grandma, who ran the Black Tower's operations before I was hired. What can I do for you?"
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Aug 19, 2016 11:16:08 GMT -8
"You can count on me Lord Seryl."
Fenrir followed the Lord's instructions, making his way to the marked exit and leaving the Tower as he made his way back towards the City.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Aug 19, 2016 12:27:05 GMT -8
Offering a nod of respect in return, Grandma took a small sip of her tea before speaking.
“A pleasure to meet you Lord Seryl, and the waiting was no trouble, I’m sure you have far more pressing matters on your plate than I. Better to keep the guest waiting than the operatives, after all, lives could be on the line for all I know.”
Offering a slight chuckle as he called her “infamous”, Grandma would lean forward a bit in her chair as she spoke once more, placing her tea to the side for the moment.
“The reason for my visit is simple, I came wishing to meet my predecessor and check up on the state of things. Going by my initial impressions, it seems you’re doing a fine job keeping everything up and running, which I applaud you for. After all, it can be a bit difficult controlling some of the operatives around here, many of them are rather independent.”
“Although I have officially left The Black Tower and don’t plan on asking to return in any official capacity, I do still care about this place and its well being. Therefore, I would like to extend an offer that if you ever need assistance with something or have any questions I might be able to answer, please don’t hesitate to ask. I wish to keep my relations here in good repair, which starts of course with us knowing a bit more about each other.”
Shifting in her chair a moment, Grandma studies Lord Seryl a bit before continuing.
“Of course, I understand if you feel I’m being too intrusive. That is not my goal, but if my presence makes you feel uncomfortable, please feel free to say so and I will leave you be. As you can tell by my bluntness here, I prefer to get to the point rather quickly.”
Grandma hoped she wasn’t coming off too strong for Lord Seryl, but she figured he most likely had plenty of experience with blunt opinions, and being upfront with him would save them both time.
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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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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Aug 19, 2016 12:41:53 GMT -8
Tristian watched her over the pressed-together tips of his fingers with glittering brown eyes. He appreciated people being forthright about their intentions, and he inclined his head slightly in response to Grandma's words as he formulated his response. After a few moments, he lowered his hands so that they could instead rest clasped over his stomach.
"I admit, I was concerned when the guards alerted me that you had returned with the intent of reclaiming your place as the head of the Tower. I'm quite relieved that that's not the case. And I do appreciate your offer of assistance. Everything has been working quite well since I came here - near-catastrophes aside." His tone became a bit wry at the reference to the Aaedanian undead menace. He briefly reflected that, while the incident had been a terrible tragedy and people had lost their homes and lives, it had brought Nyx into his life.. and he couldn't be sad about that. His gaze softened briefly as his secret fiancee entered his thoughts, but then he mentally shook ruminations of her aside and focused on the subject at hand.
"While everything is running smoothly at the moment, I don't doubt there will be a need for your help in the future. I suppose it would be safe to assume that I can contact you via the telepathic network if the need arises?" He gestured vaguely toward the signet ring on his hand, which bore the embossed symbology of the Black Tower upon a stone of jet.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Aug 19, 2016 13:10:44 GMT -8
Grandma’s mouth twitched in amusement at the mention of the guards.
“Ah yes, the guards do like to speculate. Not that I can blame them, their job must get a bit tedious at times.”
Although Grandma hadn’t heard the specifics of it, what had transpired in Aaedanian wasn’t completely unknown to her. Still, she didn’t have enough details to tell that was exactly what Lord Seryl was speaking about, so she simply offered a nod at his reference of catastrophes.
“Yes, I do still have my ring and it functions, contact via that will work.”
Holding up her hand, Grandma shows that she is wearing a similar ring, although not of the exact same design. It can be assumed to be an older design that was exchanged in favor of something superior.
“Tell me though, Lord Seryl, you said you come from Medan I believe? I have heard of all the terrible things that have happened there with its change of government but specifics were hard to find last I looked into them. However, that was several months ago, and now I find myself before someone who escaped such a place. If you would be so kind, are the terrible rumors I’ve heard about Goraia actually true?”
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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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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Aug 19, 2016 14:34:03 GMT -8
Tristian nodded as she stated that yes, she did have a ring and it would be a satisfactory way to contact her. And then she mentioned Medan, causing his expression to darken visibly. His whole body tensed, his jaw clenching hard enough that the creaking of bone was momentarily audible, before he forced himself to stop gritting his teeth and try to force a response out of himself.
"They slaughtered my entire family because they spoke out against the change in regime. I only barely managed to escape, and I saw horrible things before I did. Anyone who disagreed with them was either killed, or taken into slavery. Men, women, children, they didn't care at all who it was they butchered or slapped irons on. And their troops... I believe the proper term is 'indoctrinated.' They spouted things about the 'glory of Lord Zephidel' and how the unworthy would die for their disbelief. Medan is gone. Goraia has swallowed it." The bitterness in his tone could leave no doubt how he felt about the whole situation. If ever the opportunity arose for him to exact revenge, or to restore Medan, he would take it.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Aug 19, 2016 16:08:13 GMT -8
Seryl’s hatred of Goraia was clear as day, both in his body language and tone. Going by the story he told, it was also completely justified. Grandma had never shied away from some straight up retribution, and she also wasn’t one to give second chances unless there was a clear benefit in it for her.
“They truly do sound as despicable as I’ve heard from rumors then. Most nations have recognized the evils of slavery, so for them to revert to that… It sounds like this Lord Zephidel has not only the people's respect as a leader, but as their god of sorts. Dealing with nations such as that always proves rather unpredictable and dangerous.”
Eyes slightly unfocused, Grandma stared at the wall behind Seryl, appearing deep in contemplation. Shaking her head slightly as if to regain her focus, she would look at Lord Seryl once more.
“I truly am sorry for what has happened to your family. I hope that in the future something can be done to rectify the whole situation. Although it can’t bring back the people lost, we must look to protecting future generators from such degeneracy.”
Voice calm, she regarded him with the gaze of a cold, calculating creature. After a few seconds of the strange look, she would break eye contact and sip a bit of her tea.
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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)
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Aug 19, 2016 19:44:30 GMT -8
"Yes. And when I came here, I was told there was nothing that could be done about it. Now, with the summit looming, Lady Naoki has extended a proverbial olive branch to them. Inviting some of the bastards to the bloody summit, as though they're civilized people, instead of a bunch of damned monsters." The heated tone was very uncharacteristic for Tristian, and after the angry words left his mouth, he had to take a minute to stop and breathe deeply, trying to force the rage back down where it belonged. Once he was assured he wasn't going to explode, he spoke again.
"It's my hope that Medan can be restored from the ashes of this travesty. I've heard rumors that Princess Camilla survived and is now living safely somewhere in Gauldin. I'm just waiting for Goraia to make the wrong move.. something that will give me an excuse to go in and wipe them off the map." This was said with all the cold callous firmness of someone who had complete belief in everything they were saying. If there was a way for him to participate in the downfall of Goraia, you could bet he was going to take it.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Aug 19, 2016 20:52:32 GMT -8
“Nothing could be done they said? Well, perhaps nothing official could be done, but I’m certain something could be done about the state of affairs over there. They really do seem like a stain on our world, so many progressive nations and yet they still manage to exist. Of course, going to war against them would be a long and bloody process. It isn’t necessarily right to involve citizens of another nation in such a war. As for their invitation to the summit, well, as the more ‘graceful’ nation we must sometimes give other nations more respect than they deserve...”
Staring into her tea cup, Grandma let out a rather long sigh as she contemplates Goraia.
“Perhaps if those within the country who were unhappy were given a bit of a push. Attempting to spark a revolution is never easy though, especially as most have already been cowed by the horrendous policies of the government. When you say that you’re waiting for them to make one wrong move, what do you mean by that exactly? They’ve already broken numerous social and moral taboos. Are you hoping they give a reason for a major nation to attack them?”
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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)
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Aug 20, 2016 6:59:37 GMT -8
"From what our scryers have been able to discern, there was an attempted uprising shortly after Goraia took over. It failed. People died. I fear their spirit has been crushed, what few of them still had any to begin with." He closed his eyes for a brief moment, wishing he'd been able to help. Somehow. But he was already out of Goraia when that happened. Besides, what good would it have done him to lose his life in a failed coup? He was doing good here. He had Nyx here. Thinking of the girl who had stolen his heart calmed him considerably, and he no longer looked pained when he opened his eyes and fixed them on Grandma once more.
"I'm hoping the fools will start a war. Or give us a good reason to unite the nations and destroy them, yes. It seems inevitable, given their behavior as a national entity. That they haven't done so yet worries me, however. It seems like they're biding their time. Planning something. Given their resources, this is immensely troublesome. I've heard rumors of some sort of magical device above the capital, which can hit any target within range of the city with a beam of energy and destroy them. If they have something like that at their disposal, not to mention fanatical legions of troops, what else are they hiding behind those walls?"
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Aug 20, 2016 9:12:18 GMT -8
“An uprising already failed? Well, that’s rather unfortunate, I suspect it will be some time before the dissidents have the courage to make such an attempt again. If only they had been properly supported when they made the attempt, but no good trying to change the past…”
Grandma seemed rather interested as Lord Seryl mentioned they might be planning something, eyebrows raising slightly when he mentioned the weapon within their city.
“That sounds a bit similar to the weapon on the top of The Black Tower, of course, it sounds like they use it far more generously. The fact they haven’t given Isra reason to strike them down shows their leader isn’t a fool. Even if they despise our way of life, they clearly see that attacking Isra or Gauldin alone would be a death sentence. When you factor in that it would be highly likely for Isra and Gauldin to assist in the defense of each other's nations, the idea of them attacking becomes even more laughable.”
Rising from her seat, using her cane as a support as she does so, Grandma begins to pace back and forth slowly.
“Perhaps I should see the state of Goraia first hand…”
Turning to Lord Seryl, Grandma offers him a nod of respect, it looks like she was preparing to take her leave.
“It was a pleasure meeting you Lord Seryl, as previously stated, you know how to contact me. I hope we meet again seen. Until then.”
Unless Seryl had anymore questions, Grandma would make her way to the grounds surrounding The Black Tower. Once there, she would open a portal and leave to wherever her next destination was.
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