The Black Tower
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Roleplay posts: 32
Registered: Apr 22, 2016 21:54:39 GMT -8
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Post by The Black Tower on Oct 5, 2016 16:32:19 GMT -8
"That's basically the gist of it." He pointed toward the top of the Tower looming far above them.
"Giant magically-powered ballista on top, can target anything within range of Isra's walls. The ballista bolts themselves are enchanted for different effects. When the runes on the Tower light up, that means the Kami is drawing in power and something's likely about to get blasted into the beyond. No idea how the bloody thing works, but it's damn effective."
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Registered: Nov 22, 2024 15:24:10 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2016 9:25:53 GMT -8
Grey approaches The Black Tower. He pulls Lassie's reins so that she stops. He slows his breathing and focuses his eyesight on the construct. Definitely looks like something I would visit, he jokingly thinks to himself. Realistically, however, it is probably full of helpful folks and information. He urges Lassie onward, towards the main gate of the structure. He awaits someone to receive him.
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The Black Tower
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Roleplay posts: 32
Registered: Apr 22, 2016 21:54:39 GMT -8
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Post by The Black Tower on Oct 9, 2016 18:52:31 GMT -8
Guards stood poised above the gate in the large wall which surrounded the equally massive structure. Several of them came to attention when they spotted the approaching figure, and one called out to him.
"Ho there! Who are you, and what brings you to the Black Tower?"
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Purge
Dedicated
King of Wisps
Roleplay posts: 124
Registered: Jul 23, 2015 11:40:07 GMT -8
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Post by Purge on Oct 13, 2016 16:50:40 GMT -8
When one of the teleportation circles activates, an extra passenger comes through. A little blue wisp. It wanders around confused and lets out little murmurs and hums before heading toward another teleportation circle and uses the weak point in the fabric of realms to pass back through to try to get back home to the Ethereal Realm.
It would take a few teleports to successfully return home. It was surprised and had no clue why it had been pulled through, but it would find its way back with its instinctual knowledge of Realm Crossing.
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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 Oct 19, 2016 9:54:54 GMT -8
Tristian observed the speech made by Madame Naoki via the scrying crystal on his desk, which had been activated to display the scene upon the far blank wall of his personal office. He stood calmly behind his desk with hands clasped, dark eyes looking upon the scene with grim anger. Once the speech was finished, his hands unclasped, and a fist slammed into the top of his desk. Then he began to pace as the image cut off, his gaze turning to Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann as he moved with the need to expend energy.
"And now we have to sit and wait to commit our forces. Nothing we can do because of the accords. And to make it even worse, this puts our wedding on hold." Tristian wasn't sure what pissed him off more - that Isra was finally moving on Goraia and his hands were tied, or that this was delaying his nuptials with Nyx. He growled, continuing to pace.
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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 Oct 28, 2016 21:06:01 GMT -8
Nyx stood and strode toward him, pacing herself just so she would come upon him with his back to her. She reached one of her hands up his side and onto his chest, the danced up his spine and entered his luscious hair playing in a moment before gracing his cheek. She leaned against him pressing her bosom and torso against his arm and spoke into his ear, almost a whisper. "My heart.... be patient, we will be called to battle. This is a fight against not just an enemy of Isra but an enemy of the world. You will have your chance for vengeance I am most sure of it." She smiled contently and rested her head upon his shoulder hoping her contact would soothe his rage and suppress it, if only for the moment.
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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 Oct 28, 2016 21:32:29 GMT -8
Tristian came to a halt as Nyx entered his personal space, nostrils flaring as he struggled to rein in his rage. The touch of his beloved upon his person worked very well to soothe his ire, and he inhaled a deep, slow breath. His hands unclasped, his body half-turning toward hers as one hand moved to settle upon her waist, the other gently capturing hers. Raising it to his lips, he pressed a tender kiss to her palm, then looked down into her gleaming blue eyes with a quiet murmur that just barely avoided being a growl.
"Vengeance has ceased to be the sole driving force of my existence, since you entered my life. Most of my anger stems from Naoki's deplorable timing. I was looking forward to finally getting this wedding done, now that the summit is finished.. and here comes another thing forcing us to push it back yet again." He sighed, shifting fully to face his fiancee, and slid his arm fully around her waist, pulling her against him. He cradled her hand tenderly in his own as his head dipped, nestling his face into the inky tumble of her hair; the sweet scent of it stirred his desire even as it served to muffle the remnants of his anger, and he breathed a soft huff of a sigh. Then Nyx would feel the curve of his lips against her temple, hear the tilt of it in his voice.. and his amusement.
"You know, she offered to officiate. We could theoretically just elope." Such a romantic proposition. But at least it would be expedient?
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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 Nov 3, 2016 12:39:01 GMT -8
She smiled when his lips graced her. A small chuckle escaped her, a reaction of joy at both the kiss and the suggestion. "Patience love, good things come to those that wait." She winked at Tristian and took a few steps away from him, turning her back to him when she did so. "We should prepare our forces should we get called to battle. With everything that's going on, we might not have time to elope."
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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 Nov 3, 2016 19:38:07 GMT -8
The Medanese man groaned in disappointment as his love pulled away from him, and grumbled as he watched her walk away. Although it was always pleasurable to observe the sway of her hips, he just wanted to pull her into his arms. And marry her. And finally bed her. Ruffling a hand back through his hair, Tristian inhaled sharply through his nose, then expelled the breath on a sharp sigh.
"Very well. Let's go make sure everything is in order." He hurried after Nyx, taking advantage of the opportunity to reach out and playfully caress her posterior as he met her at the door, then escorted her through it. There was much to prepare, should they be called upon to partake in the attack.
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Aetherdae
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Wisp Dragon
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 1 year
Registered: Sept 30, 2015 19:53:41 GMT -8
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Post by Aetherdae on Mar 6, 2017 17:15:04 GMT -8
High above the clouds, Aetherdae flew toward the magic he/she sensed. Once they determined they were close enough they peeked through the clouds while changing direction and beginning to coast parallel to the tower that could now be seen. "Oh, what's this? A tower."
Aetherdae looked around and saw Isra, "Oh, I'm not supposed to go near here. Now I have information though. I suppose I should check out one of the other sources."
Aetherdae changes course toward Land-Tillers' State where another large source of magic was.
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The Black Tower
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Roleplay posts: 32
Registered: Apr 22, 2016 21:54:39 GMT -8
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Post by The Black Tower on Mar 7, 2017 10:51:19 GMT -8
The guards milling about atop the walls and within the boundaries between wall and tower stopped as they were alerted to the presence of something large. They would watch cautiously as the being seemed to assess the Tower and its grounds, ready to launch a defensive if need be, but otherwise taking no action. Once the creature was gone, they returned to their tasks, but the entire facility would remain on alert for quite a while to come.
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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 Sept 4, 2017 12:21:14 GMT -8
High atop The Black Tower, half a mile above ground, the wind whips pretty well, doesn’t it? Such is Naoki’s thought as she emerges onto the rooftop. The sky above is dark; the moon is new. The stone on which she steps is dark, the ground below is dark, and the mountains off in the distance are dark. It’s the middle of the night and Naoki is cautious with her footing.
In the center of the roof, The Black Tower’s superweapon - The Kami, sits impassively, its runes glowing slightly in the night to lend Naoki some vision. A unique weapon, it may be most aptly compared to a catapult whose mechanism is not related to leverage or any rational concept of physics, but rather, runic magics of the strongest magnitude. Its missile is not any ordinary boulder, either. The Kami delivers to its target pillars of stone taller than Naoki’s person, themselves covered in runes which function to add to their destructive potential.
The Kami is one of the very few things, in Naoki’s opinion, that could reasonably dent The Citadel, such as it is. The Kami has been used in the past to defend Isra from colossal beasts who threatened the city - to great effect. Its mere presence is an excellent deterrent to any wishing to stage a large assault on The Free Plains, making it a valued, if not often used, tool.
There’s a certain sense of sobriety in commanding such a weapon, Naoki thinks. One word from her could destroy any given element of the far off Norkari Mountain range or reduce the majority of Isra to ashes. A few more words would flatten it, with all that entails. A real sense of gravity, especially so while she’s standing her next to it. It seems much larger than she remembered, looking at it like this. Naoki considers taking cover from the wind behind one of its pillars.
After a moment, she decides not, figuring it best not to tempt the powerful magics, inactive as though they may be.
And so Naoki stands alone on the rooftop, wind whipping at her from every direction. Her hair pulled back into a braid, isn’t as much trouble as she thought it might be. However, her choice of attire was… not among her most wise, Naoki thinks. This is not skirt weather.
Crossing her arms over her chest, Naoki squints down toward Isra, mess of lights that it is. The braziers along the walls are easily identified - a dotted outline. The center of the city is brightest, most visible; the outskirts are all but invisible, few torches burn there. A truly unique vantage, this. Naoki can associate a few large points of light with landmarks around the city - that bluish one is the statue in the Central Plaza, for instance.
But Naoki didn’t come all the way up here for the view. Impatient, she glances back toward the hatch she emerged from, expecting company.
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Haru
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Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 26
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Body is about nine feet long while the tail adds about another nine feet to the length. The fur on top of him is a charcoal black, while on his belly he has bronze colored fur. The tail is entirely bronze colored. Eyes are a deep amber color.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wears a saddle when someone is riding him.
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Registered: Dec 7, 2016 20:43:43 GMT -8
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Post by Haru on Sept 4, 2017 15:59:35 GMT -8
If Naoki was paying particularly good attention to the sky, she might make out a small dot in the distance, one that was rapidly growing larger. Within less than a minute of the dots appearance, the unmistakable figure of Haru shot down from the sky, only slowing his descent at the last possible moment to avoid being turned into paste on the Black Tower’s roof. Haru had been called to this place, for reasons that he did not know, but such things mattered not to Haru.
What mattered to Haru was that he was about to be with his master. This greatly pleased Haru, as it had been a few days since he had last seen his master. Padding across the rooftop to stand directly beside Naoki, Haru began rubbing his head on Naoki’s side, purring a bit as he did so. If Naoki was feeling a bit chilled, she would find Haru was practically a mobile heater, his fur keeping him plenty warm even with the gust of wind and how high up they were. This was one place it was certainly unlikely Haru would transform in considering his dislike of the cold.
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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 Sept 4, 2017 17:19:11 GMT -8
Haru’s approach goes unnoticed until he comes close enough that Naoki hears him. Once she turns and sees him, she smiles and takes a few steps in his direction. She seems unsurprised by his arrival, having summoned him here.
“Ahhh ha haa,” Naoki murmurs to herself, reaching to pet Haru and return his greeting. Soft kitty is here, and Naoki is always happy to see soft kitty. With one hand, she reaches to scratch that one particular spot he likes, reveling in the softness of soft kitty, the levels of which cannot be understated.
Naoki gestures for Haru to seat himself. Once he does, she takes a seat next to him, there on the roof of The Black Tower. Leaning into him, she chuckles a bit more to herself. “Yes,” she says, “Kitty.”
Because this, this is it, right here. Looking down upon her domain, with soft kitty. This isn’t bad at all, Naoki thinks. There is no warmth without chilliness, which is why it feels much better to be warm in the cold. That’s why The Chalet is built up in the mountains. At least, that’s what Naoki tells herself. The location of The Chalet is of considerable importance for bigger reasons than that, but that’s beside the point.
“It’s good to see you,” Naoki murmurs as an afterthought. She shifts a bit as to snuggle a bit more comfortably and sighs. It’s a contented sort of sigh, a comfortable one. Seated as such with soft kitty, Naoki settles in for the wait, which shouldn’t be too much longer, she thinks.
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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.
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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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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Sept 30, 2017 13:38:08 GMT -8
Naoki wouldn’t have to wait much longer before her next visitor arrived. A single strike of lightning far off in the distance illuminates the sky momentarily, revealing a mass of fog descending upon the Black Tower. As the cloud continues its lazy descent, it begins growing smaller and smaller, the fog being pulled inward to some currently indiscernible focal point.
The fog was now directly on top of the Black Tower, only thirty feet or so away from Naoki. As it lands, the unmistakable sound of Grandma’s cane announces her presence to Naoki even before she emerges from the fog. Her dress of dark red is still in pristine condition despite the rather odd method of travel used and a genuine smile is on the old woman’s face. The reason for this smile was no secret, for in her left hand she held a dark-colored gem that Naoki would certainly recognize.
“I was able to retrieve this from Hylon without complications, the Imperial guards put on duty there are to be commended. They performed their mission of guarding this quite admirably.”
But such things were probably not even on Naoki’s mind. No, her mind was most likely on what was coming up, the imminent completion of one of her goals. Although very few knew about it, this would become a historical night if all went well, a night that may very well be remembered through the generations. It was a shame so few would know about it until after the fact.
“Even I’m slightly surprised by how fast you move, my dear Naoki. I thought you might slow down just a bit after becoming the Empress, but I should have known better. At this point, I’m simply wondering what you will next set your sights on.”
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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 Oct 9, 2017 5:08:33 GMT -8
As Grandma approaches, Naoki sits all but entirely still, save for her ears which turn toward the source of the clicking. At the sight of the gem, Naoki finds a smug little smile to match Grandma’s own, evidently quite pleased with the outcome. “ Mmmh,” she mumbles, “ Excellent.” She didn’t expect there to be any trouble, but it’s nice to have that confirmed. At Grandma’s musing, Naoki cocks an eyebrow. That sounds like a topic worthy of a monologue. Is Grandma tempting her..? Looking back out toward the city, Naoki sits quietly for a few moments, considering the matter. It’s an exceedingly nuanced question that she ought to figure out sooner rather than later, but this is neither the time nor place. “I wonder the same, some days,” Naoki says, leaving it at that. Rising to her feet, Naoki spends a moment to stretch, having been seated for such a time. The wind, ever the rascal, proceeds to take full advantage of this opportunity and delivers unto Naoki the most unexpected and gripping of chills. None too much a fan of that, Naoki makes an exclamation of surprise followed by a muttered expletive. Using one hand to keep her skirt in place, Naoki slides the other into her pouch to produce a squarish sort of object, about as large as her palm. It’s metallic with a smooth, dull white color. Latent magic is present within; Naoki activates it by pressing on the top. It does its work within the space of a second. One moment, Naoki is lamenting her choice of attire, skirt flapping this way and that. The next, her outfit has vanished, to be replaced by a magnificent set of dusky orange plated armor. Fashioned by the legendary blacksmith Forgemaster Epirus , The Empress’s Armor is nothing less than a masterpiece, balancing, form, function, and style well enough to be worthy of its distinction. Almost immediately after appearing, the helmet’s visor CLANGs shut, drawing out another expletive. As Naoki begins to fiddle with the mechanism, she turns back toward Grandma. “I don’t suppose you’ve heard from Reese Cresno , then.” A statement. She glances toward the hatch. Nothing there. Indeed, no skeletons. “Rrrrrmmh…” Naoki rumbles, impatient. Here on the metaphorical precipice, the anticipation is mounting.
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Reese Cresno
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Physical Description: Reese is a very skeletal man, albeit one dressed to impress. He has a very wide grin, as would be expected of a person whose face lacks a skin. His bones are well-polished indeed, sometimes catching and reflecting a bit of light. This is possibly achieved with a bit of glaze, as normal skeletons are rather dull and lackluster.
Clothes and Equipment: Reese is always dressed in an immaculate suit, complete with a fine ironwood walking stick. A small chain hangs out of a jacket pocket. Were one to yank it out, they would find an elaborate medallion bearing a single, glowing, silver-etched eye.
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 11:48:35 GMT -8
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Post by Reese Cresno on Oct 16, 2017 14:05:35 GMT -8
Blast it, late already. Reese shuffled down the hallway with his assortment of foci and channeling crystals, moving as quickly as he could without unbalancing the stack. He had theoretically been prepared for the ritual some time ago, but he had made the grave mistake of picking up a particularly good book. Only hours later did he look up and realize that, well, hours had passed.
It was, he reflected, perhaps a rather bad precedent to set. Even if one were to somehow ignore the fact that he had vanished for a period of years, being late to his first assignment didn't exactly scream reliability. Perhaps he should consider restructuring the magic that gave him sentience. It had been a while since he had given it a good, solid poke, and binding himself more thoroughly to deadlines seemed quite the responsible thing to do.
Before he could drag himself down the long, winding road of the philosophical implications rewriting the self might invoke, he climbed up a small set of stairs to a rather hefty hatch and attempted to nudge it open. The hatch, rather impolitely, chose to ignore the slight nudge and stay firmly closed.
With a sigh, Reese placed his collection of ritual implements on the ground and freed the walking stick from a loop of his belt. When a person was a mere collection of floating bones, moving heavy objects was notoriously tricky. Magic proved an excellent solution.
A single finger tapped the end of the stick, causing runes to flare down the length of the staff. He slid his hand down the length of it and reached up, tapping the hatch with the end. The successive blast of magical force was quite capable of shoving the heavy hatch open.
The lich climbed through the hatch, expecting to be met with one or more burning, exasperated glares. "I do apologize for the lateness of the hour; I was unavoidably detained by good literature. Madame, 'Grandma', so good to see you both."
The wind, as if mirroring the reception he was surely receiving, chose just that moment to pick up. A sudden gust blasted the hat right off of Reese's skull. Hands full, he had no choice but to helplessly watch as it sailed off into the night.
Choosing to collect himself and stop staring out into the distance, Reese turned towards the others and dipped into a bow. "I will begin setting up the ritual immediately."
The skeleton began laying out and connecting implements. Various slips of rune-studded metal were carefully settled into place between crystalline foci. The setup, when completed, would spider towards three small central pedestals arranged into a triangle.
Several minutes later Reese stepped back from his work. Still not satisfied, he walked around the setup once, twice more, carefully adjusting what was almost imperceptibly out of place back into its proper position. Finally, he stepped away and looked towards the Madame.
"It is ready."
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Empress Naoki
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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.
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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 Oct 16, 2017 16:21:59 GMT -8
As Reese comes up onto the roof he receives a cool look from Naoki but nothing more than that. Being irritated isn’t productive; not worth the effort. Given that Reese acknowledged his lateness, nothing more is needed, she feels.
As such, Naoki quietly looks on as Reese sets up the ritual. Having done some reading of her own, she’s familiar the procedures on an elementary level. Watching, she follows along, noting where and how Reese deviates from the instructions in the book she read, accounting and adjusting for the variables.
Once he’s finished, Naoki nods impassively. From some pocket, she produces a large blue sapphire, The Gem, The ‘Water Gem.' Extending her arm, she offers it to Reese.
“Do it.”
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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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.
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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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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Oct 16, 2017 16:36:16 GMT -8
“It’s been quite some time since I’ve last seen you, Reese. I think we’ll have to save the chit-chat for later, however, Naoki is quite understandably impatient for us to get on with things.”
Extending her hand with the dark-colored gem towards Reese, the lich would find the gem slowly floating towards him, stopping itself within distance for him to grab it out of the air. It bobbed up and down, expectantly waiting for him to take it.
With a snap of her fingers, a small portal materializes, revealing the interior of a vault of some kind. There was little time to distinguish the vaults appearance as within moments of the portal opening, a gem of deep red floated out of it, the portal immediately shutting itself once the object had safely passed through. Just like the dark-colored gem, the red colored one floated to within grasping distance of the skeleton, waiting for him to snatch it from the air.
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Reese Cresno
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Physical Description: Reese is a very skeletal man, albeit one dressed to impress. He has a very wide grin, as would be expected of a person whose face lacks a skin. His bones are well-polished indeed, sometimes catching and reflecting a bit of light. This is possibly achieved with a bit of glaze, as normal skeletons are rather dull and lackluster.
Clothes and Equipment: Reese is always dressed in an immaculate suit, complete with a fine ironwood walking stick. A small chain hangs out of a jacket pocket. Were one to yank it out, they would find an elaborate medallion bearing a single, glowing, silver-etched eye.
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 11:48:35 GMT -8
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Post by Reese Cresno on Oct 17, 2017 21:54:06 GMT -8
One, two, three. Reese took each gem, handling them with something approaching reverance and oh-so-carefully placing them atop the pedestals. Runed wardings began flaring to light as a portion of the gems' power was siphoned off to, ironically, block and channel the remainder of that wild force. The air within the circle started to shimmer, the shapes on the other side seeming to warp as the awesome amount of magical power became visible even to those with mundane eyes.
A deep humming began from the center of the ritual as the gems began to ascend from their pedestals. They ceased their movement a foot from the ground, but the humming continued to build. Soon the hum was not merely audible; vibrations rattled the bones of the people nearby. As the noise grew to a crescendo it formed a single, pure note at the same moment a brilliant flare of luminescence shot into the sky.
Somewhere else, far away, another beam of light would be rising into the heavens.
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