Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250 
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Feb 14, 2016 11:45:43 GMT -8
Strange things were happening of late. There was a whisper in the air of change to come, a whisper that only Zar'Dura seemed to be able to hear. Unable to focus on her meditations or her studies, the young orc had abandoned her family's hut and, after a brief visit to the troll fields to try and center herself, she had begun wandering about the settlement. It was this that found her on the outskirts of the gathering of the tribe when Theev'Nok returned and set himself up to make his grand speech. Amber-gold eyes watched impassively as the hulking male of her species worked himself into a right lather extolling the virtues of his companions, and the prejudices of their people.
The wind blew suddenly, a strong gust that stirred the leather and fur of her robes enough to make the fangs and claws there clink together musically, and sending tightly-bound ropes of black hair spilling forward over her bared shoulders. Her eyes closed slightly, head tilting up and turning her face toward the sky as her ears listened to the voice on the wind. She was still quite young, but more than half her life spent training as a shaman paired with her innate earthsense meant that Zar'Dura was capable of understanding things many did not. As the wind died away and the chanting of the people rose, she opened her eyes and fixed them upon the strangers that ringed her tribe-mate, before looking at Theev'Nok himself. "I see... And so it begins. I must prepare."
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Spero
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111 
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: Roughly 6'2 with a 14' foot wing span. He has straight black hair that runs to mid back. His eyes are a bright shining silver, that occasionally flashes gold. He is as handsome as you would think an angel would be, though instead of the soft features his are rugged. He almost always has friendly, inviting, smile that puts others at ease.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of holy silver armor inlaid with gold. Holy spear, holy bow with quiver of holy arrows. A simple set of traveling clothes, and a back pack in which he stores his gear.
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Registered: Jan 29, 2016 14:24:06 GMT -8
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Post by Spero on Feb 14, 2016 12:07:04 GMT -8
Spero listened to Theev's speech curiously. When the orc draws attention to himself and Ymir, he smiles and waves. He doesn't remember bringing any conflict? Did he do something to offended Theev'Nok, he should ask and apologize at some point. Figuring Ymir is probably feeling a bit nervous at the attention. He decides to try and take her hand in his, an attempt to lend her some of his strength.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 5:31:18 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2016 8:00:22 GMT -8
Ymir, already nervous from being in front of all these people, almost faints when Spero takes her hand.
Oh my gods he's holding my hand in front of all these people! What do I do? I can't let go, that would look awkward...but to have him hold my hand like this...it's too much in front of these orcs. What is that short one doing? Is he staring at my chest? Are they all staring, and looking away before I notice? Oh gods they're all staring at me I'm going to die or faint or say something stupid and embarrass myself. I wish I was home.
She bites her lip and looks down at the ground.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Registered: Jan 27, 2016 14:17:35 GMT -8
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Feb 15, 2016 11:10:11 GMT -8
Echoes pops into existence directly in front of Jun of the Celadine. He smiles at her makes a small gesture, and Resonance jerks out of its scabbard, and into his hands. He unwraps the package on his back, and at a glance it is a duplicate of the sword he just took. Any prolonged examination reveals the difference though, one warps the air with its power, the other does not. He makes another gesture, and a trails of runes comes streaming out of Resonance, and into the other sword. When the runes finish transferring, he places the replacement in Jun's scabbard. Wrapping up the original in a cloth wrapping, Echoes turns to face the crowd. "Hello! Who do I speak to about procuring the services, of one of your shamans?" |
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Feb 15, 2016 13:11:45 GMT -8
Jun's looks aghast, unable to process everything that's happened immediately.
"Wait wait what- huh, what- who are you?! What are you doing with Resonance?!"
She's just as surprised when he hands her a copy of the sword. "Er, uh... Resonance, do you know this man?" After all, Jun had been actively communicating with it and knew it was sentient, so as far as she knew she was witnessing a kidnapping!
If Echoes didn't say something she would charge an offensive spell.
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Resonance
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Less than 1.
Physical Description: Resonance has two forms, first is the physical form a sword. A standard long sword forged of a single piece of blue crystal. Resonance also posses a spirit form, which is of a purple black ball with wings, this form is only visible to it's wielder. He has also created a small dagger like sword for the halfling Konan. His main consciousness is housed in the sword owned by Jun, but he can communicate through the blade Konan has.
Clothes and Equipment: -
Registered: Feb 6, 2016 12:15:36 GMT -8
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Post by Resonance on Feb 15, 2016 13:15:00 GMT -8
The purple fairy emerges from the copy of the sword.
"That's daddy! He says he needs the more powerful sword. He didn't want to make another mistake, by making another godly artifact though, so instead he made me a new body. I am not as strong now, but I am still pretty tough!"
Jun's mind is flooded with the differences between, the old and new sword.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Feb 15, 2016 13:35:18 GMT -8
It was funny, because until now Jun had not had an accurate understanding of the sword's power. The thoughts flooded into her mind.
Give me your mana, and I'll let you cast spells you've only dreamed of!
Give me more mana, and I can protect people for you, and knock down bad guys!
I can warn you of danger! No one can ambush you!
I'm as sharp as obsidian, but I'm not fragile!
And I can be anywhere you need me to be!
But remember, I only wanna do good things and fight bad guys. I won't let you use me to hurt innocent people!
Jun started to greatly appreciate what a gift this weapon was.
But if this is what it could do in its weakened form, how stupidly powerful was the original?!
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Registered: Jan 27, 2016 14:17:35 GMT -8
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Feb 15, 2016 13:40:44 GMT -8
Echoes suddenly remembers his manners, and whirls around to face Jun. He rushes forward and takes her hand shaking it vigorously.
"Right, right, this was the first time we met! It will be a pleasure to met you Jun, I am Echoes! I am a time and space mage, I was the one who created Resonance, as well as the sword he inhabited. Sorry I had to take the original, I will use it as a catalyst for a great undertaking. I am going to rescue my children from non existence!"
Echoes is breathlessly happy, and in his excitement the handshake turns into a hug.
"All I needed is the most powerful shaman I will find, or several weaker shaman, and bodies for their spirits to inhabit!"
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Feb 15, 2016 13:50:08 GMT -8
Having swiftly returned to her family's hut, Zar'Dura was now back at the edge of the crowd. Some strange human had appeared saying something about needing a shaman, and was apparently accosting one of the other humans who had come earlier. With her staff in hand and a cloak of fur and leather about her shoulders, the young shaman approached the mage with a mixture of curiosity and bemusement. What a strange man. "Human. I understand you're in need of a shaman."
Inclining her head and upper body just slightly in greeting, she fixed amber-gold eyes on the pair of humans as she straightened. "I am Zar'Dura the Listener. I was told of your coming. I believe you need my help on a quest of great importance, although I'm not certain what it entails." She was quiet and somewhat soft-spoken for an orc, and seemed quite intelligent, with a wisdom beyond her years borne confidently on her young shoulders.
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Gavin Laurént
Dedicated
Exists!
Roleplay posts: 131
Age: 5
Physical Description: Formerly only existing as a barely perceptible temporal ghost, Gavin is now a perfectly normal 5 year old boy.
Registered: Feb 14, 2016 14:02:40 GMT -8
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Post by Gavin Laurént on Feb 15, 2016 14:32:07 GMT -8
Little did Echoes realize that the process was going to be somewhat more difficult than he had envisioned. Essentially they were trying to resurrect the dead, only much harder. Literally the only thing they had going for them was the fact that at least one of the souls was consenting to being born in this matter. The other one wasn't so sure...
Speaking of which, a very feint presence would appear on the outer edge of the settlement and approach professor Echoes. Again the presence would be accompanied by a slight temporal distortion. If Zar'Dura was sufficiently powerful, there was a slight chance she'd sense it too.
Resonance, being a forth dimensional construct, might also sense it. "I feel something familiar..." it might say.
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Registered: Nov 23, 2024 5:31:18 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2016 15:25:31 GMT -8
Theev'Nok staggered backwards as the being formed from nowhere, his arms spread out and his hands wide open, ready to call upon his hammers. But a strange exchange was occurring, making Theev'Nok glow with embarassment in his face. Someone take his audience? Ruin his platform? This struck against a hundred rules in the tribe, especially for his rank, but yet, this mage seemed to not care. Then Zar'Dura came up, speaking to him of his blunt request, as if it wasn't a major issue. "WHAT!?" Theev'Nok roared out, looking to Zar'Dura the Listener, pointing a finger at her, soon shooting a hand towards the sword and Jun talking, trying to ignore the strange interactions between Ymir and Spero that were slightly aggravating him. "This is- You- No." His voice and face matched, nearly a comical sight as he pointed his finger to the child. "Calm your tongue, Zar'Dura! There hasn't been approval from any of us for another orc to leave the village!""He speaks of truth, wolf-cub." Rev'Nahn spoke up, looking to her with a half smirk and crossed arms. It was forbidden for any Frok'Nold to travel without their writ of passage and a blessing of sorts. Aside from that, Theev'Nok's voice seemed a bit territorial, protective. And why wouldn't he? This random one comes from the abyss to take one of his kin? HIS!? His head jerked back and forth between the four moments going on, in between each turn realizing how foolish and pathetic he looked in front of the crowd, which began to break into separate opinions, some speaking as they looked towards the demon, others still in shock of the sword. Were any of them listening!?!?!?!? Suddenly he'd roar. In anger, stress, embarrassment, all building up inside of him. He launched his head into the air, a lion-like roar emitted, catching Aithen's attention in the background as he'd appear walking with the knight. They were heading towards the market place, Aithen smirking as he noticed one of his village rivals in stress. Theev'Nok shot his head down after his sudden outburst, standing firmly between Zar'Dura and the stranger. He looked down to the strange one, his chest raising and lowering, the cracks and wrinkles in his skin filling with a blackness, his eyes darkening a bit. He pointed a finger now to this strange one, his face grimaced to what a hound or a battle troll would make, teeth bared, eyebrows narrowed, and eyes locking onto his. "State your business, outlander!!" He started, a hammer suddenly drawn to his lowered hand, obviously overreacting. "You come from this, this abyss, and you wish to claim one of my own!? You've no right to bring up a request when your name isn't known upon our lands! Seeking my people!? Acting as if we're a mindless breed!?" He snapped, a bit of saliva launching from his mouth as he stared down at the man, launching his head over to Zar'Dura. "And you!!" He exclaimed, narrowing his eyes, a bit softer a stare as he looked to her. "Keep your words of the wind to yourself, no matter how important this prophecy is to you he hasn't portrayed trust to the village." With that, he turned around before the young one could even speak, continuing with his verbal defense towards this obviously more powerful strange one. "Who are you. What is your business here. Why do you need her. Answer these statements, or by all that this earth has given me I shall protect my kin until my mortal blow!!!" His voice quivered at the last statement, holding his position. It was obvious he was afraid of this one, coming from thin air to telekenetically take the powerful sword and call for one of his blood. But he didn't trust him, and he hadn't followed the code yet. |
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Registered: Jan 27, 2016 14:17:35 GMT -8
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Feb 15, 2016 16:41:18 GMT -8
"Ah! Excellent that is quicker than I..."
Echoes clapped his hands in excitement, when Zer'Dura volunteered. He had been about to rush over, and shake her hand, probably also hug her, when a large orc got in his way. Echoes had to rexamine the orcs speech several times, before he got the gist of it. Evidently he took offense to something? Echoes wasn't clear so he decided to just address each point.
"I didn't come from the abyss, relative to what you understand as now, I was in Gauldin. Which was perfectly lovely, tomorrow. People will call me Echoes, which is apt since it's my name. I am the one who made the sword, you will all be so excited about. I don't consider your race to be particularly mindless, no more so than any other three dimensional species at any rate. I actually think that my request for a shaman, will be quite polite. As to why I need a shaman."
Echoes takes a deep breath.
"I am currently collecting pieces to perform, what was the most complex magical ritual ever performed. To complete this ritual I will need many things. Among those things will be a spirit shaman. I also needed my sword back, it acted as a catalyst. I would need my friend Reuna, I think she is acting as a sort of beacon. I probably needed a powerful healer to be safe. I need vessels to put the spirits in."
Echoes ticks off items on his fingers, going through a mental list.
"There may be things I am forgetting. This is a fourth dimensional ritual, I can't just peek at the outcome like I normally would. Anyway all of this is so I can rescue the souls of my children, from non existence. Such things happen when you meddle with time. I would ask that you not stand in my way, I will not be stopped in this. Even if I had to resort to doing something unpleasant to you, like sticking you in a bubble of slow time."
Echoes smiles, at the orc trusting he has successfully addressed the issues.
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Feb 15, 2016 17:33:04 GMT -8
That presence was faint indeed, but Zar'Dura sensed it, and her head turned, more listening to the little wisp as it neared the time mage than actually seeing it. "Hello, little one. I see you have come to make yourself known." There was the sound of a child's laughter in her ear, enough to bring a tiny hint of a smile to her lips. ..A smile that immediately faded in the face of Theev'Nok's outburst and Rev'Nahn's reprimand. Gripping her staff, she bared her teeth slightly in annoyance.
Rather than try to explain what she'd heard the spirits whispering of, she let Echoes explain himself, then gestured toward the eccentric man with her free hand. "How could the tribe deny such a request? What wouldn't any of you do to get your lost children back?" Her free hand formed into a fist, which she thumped over her heart passionately, trying to emphasize the moment. Zar'Dura had always been a quiet one.. to see her get so vehement over something was a rarity. "I can help him. I can hear the spirits, and although I am but a child, I believe that I can help to draw them into earthly vessels. Please. Let me help him."
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Feb 15, 2016 17:48:06 GMT -8
Jun shyly raises her hand. "I... I can heal, especially with Resonance's power. Anyways, you'll probably need all the power you can get."
Jun knew next to nothing about time magic. Her last attempt at it caused her to relive the experience of eating the same bagel over and over again fifteen times in a row, which was unfortunate because it was a very bland-tasting bagel. It wasn't until later that she realized she didn't actually have to eat the bagel, but was doing it out of compulsion.
She had only learned two lessons from it. Sesame bagels were overrated, and time magic was not to be trifled with.
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Gavin Laurént
Dedicated
Exists!
Roleplay posts: 131
Age: 5
Physical Description: Formerly only existing as a barely perceptible temporal ghost, Gavin is now a perfectly normal 5 year old boy.
Registered: Feb 14, 2016 14:02:40 GMT -8
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Post by Gavin Laurént on Feb 15, 2016 17:57:54 GMT -8
Zar'Dura would notice something strange about the spirit. Occasionally its presence would, for lack of a better word, flicker. For split seconds at a time the spirit would seemingly vanish, and then appear. Whenever this happened the spirit would become agitated.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2016 18:21:28 GMT -8
Suddenly, Theev'Nok was baffled. His face went blank, hearing the words, but unable to comprehend what he was stating. Theev'Nok stared at the man for the longest time, his face loose, his eyes staring at him with confusion, amazement, and loss. He heard something about placing him in a bubble towards the end, making him raise an eyebrow as he looked back to Rev'Nahn, chuckling to himself as he watched Theev's reaction.
Then she spoke up. Zar'Dura, the young and brave. Growling, Theev'Nok clenched his fists, his hammer's hilt gripped hard as he turned around, stomping forward towards Zar'Dura, connecting foreheads as he dared to stare into her eyes. For a second he was only staring, before their natural tongue broke out. Only the orcs would understand each other, no one else. From this point, his own eyes were removed from the blackness that was consuming them, more calm but still upset with her continuing argument.
"And so you'd risk your life to this man? What if he's lying, Zar'Dura? Surely you know so much about the outlands, yes? You've obviously met more outlanders than I have, haven't you? Oh we must trust their words, every single one! For I've brought a handful of good spirits, therefore all of them must be good, yes Zar'Dura!?" His voice picked up gently from his normal volume towards the end of that statement, grunting as he pushed her forehead back as he stood up once more. Suddenly, Rev'Nahn spoke up in their tongue. "Fold your jaw, Theev'Nok. Why break her away from this moment?"
He turned to face Rev'Nahn, taking a step towards him with narrowed eyes. "What are you getting at, Rev'Nahn?" He questioned, looking to the calm and collective figure at the front of the dissipating crowd, obviously realizing he'd lost interest. "Well, if she's wrong, then she'll be shattered, truly. If she survives to come back, she won't leave anymore. However, if she's right..." Theev'Nok took another step forward towards Rev'Nahn, preparing to do the same ceremonial connection to display dominance. That is, until Rev'Nahn dropped his own arms, marching forward. For once, in tens of years, his face grew to a frown, calm, but still a frown. "Challenge me, will you Theev'Nok? Place your skull upon mine, I want you to. I ask of you to." He spoke, spitting to the left of him as he remained eye contact.
Theev'Nok stared at the kin for a while, his face in a grimace as he looked back to Zar'Dura. "You wish to risk yourself over a complete stranger? Fine. What if he's lying-" "She'll find that out on her own." Rev'Nahn broke the ancient tongue, speaking in english once more. "And aside from this, it isn't us who may give permission." He looked back to Echoes. "If you truly wish to take any of our blood from this home- Which is forbidden without the Shaman King's approval -you shall travel behind the main road, to the small hut that appears to be abandoned. There, and only there, will you find permission to take our kin." Rev'Nahn took a step forward, a gentle arm placed upon Theev'Nok's shoulder as he walked by him, getting closer to Echoes. "This is your chance of reputation, strange one. Prove to him, as well as me, that you're not like the others we've heard about in this new world." With that, he looked back to Zar'Dura, Theev'Nok obviously showing a facial expression of depression, embarrassment, and hurt, looking towards the ground near Zar'Dura's feet. "I'd suggest you wait here, wolf cub." Rev'Nahn spoke up once more. "I wouldn't ignore what the brute has to say anymore than you have to." He added, marching forward past her. From there, his shoulder went behind hers, jerking it behind his position to make her shoulder push forward, a sign of calm departure, or respect.
As this occurred, Theev'Nok looked to the girl, then to the strange one. "Echoes... it shall be named." He turned to face the male once more. "If you're proven a liar, a murderer a- If... she does not return, you have more than a simple warrior to face." He spoke, a hoarse voice hidden under his grumbly, low tone, staring to him without power or authority now, but concern. He began to march towards Zar'Dura, getting ready to speak to her, his hammer returning to its sheathe as he loosened his arms.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
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Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Registered: Jan 27, 2016 14:17:35 GMT -8
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Feb 15, 2016 18:54:39 GMT -8
Echoes listened to the conversation curiously. As he listens he casts his mind into possible future, picking out the ones in which he picks up pieces of, or learns the orc language. He absorbs the information from those time streams, and without a single lesson ever being given, he understands their tongue. He decides not the review the conversation that just happened, it clearly hadn't been meant for his ears.
Still he got the feeling these people, did not understand how time magic worked. At the end of the day it was powerful, because it allowed you to acquire knowledge. Hence the old saying: "There are no secrets time will not lay bare." Next he began searching through futures where he learns about orcish culture. These orcs were certainly a reclusive bunch he was finding. Most of the information he learned from possible futures, was gleaned through attrition, and constant badgering. Asking Zar'Dura until he got an answer, building on those answers to build a complete picture. He could see Theev's issue now, xenophobia. The orc had been trying to allay fears, and he made it worse, oh dear.
"You have my apologies for interrupting your speech, Theev'Nok. I did what I could to show my remorse, for my careless actions."
Apology provided Echoes heads to the indicated hut to speak to the shaman king.
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Spero
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: Roughly 6'2 with a 14' foot wing span. He has straight black hair that runs to mid back. His eyes are a bright shining silver, that occasionally flashes gold. He is as handsome as you would think an angel would be, though instead of the soft features his are rugged. He almost always has friendly, inviting, smile that puts others at ease.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of holy silver armor inlaid with gold. Holy spear, holy bow with quiver of holy arrows. A simple set of traveling clothes, and a back pack in which he stores his gear.
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Registered: Jan 29, 2016 14:24:06 GMT -8
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Post by Spero on Feb 15, 2016 19:07:36 GMT -8
Spero, had picked up that Ymir was uncomfortable with him holding her hand. Cursing himself for his stupidity he releases it, and starts a whispered apology.
"I'm sorry Ymir, I though it might make you more comfort..."
It was then that Echoes made his appearance. Spero was one of the few people there, that probably truly followed what the man was saying. Though he didn't pay full attention. The angel was too busy staring in fascination at the man. Echoes was a temporal anomaly, the mage was completely divorced from the flow of time. Echoes should not exist, what in all of creation was keeping him together?
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Zar'Dura the Listener
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Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Feb 15, 2016 19:22:10 GMT -8
Perhaps it was foolish of her not to back down beneath Theev'Nok's display of dominance, but it was so rare that she had ever stepped up in such a manner, that she refused to be cowed, now. Meeting his gaze boldly, not a word was said, letting her calm eyes do all the talking. She was going to be stubborn about this, something the shaman did not often do; when she felt she was in the right and was being opposed, which was an uncommon occurrence. Listening to the words exchanged between the two males of her tribe, she loosened her grip upon her staff as Theev'Nok stepped away, and finally lowered her chin, turning her head to watch as Rev'Nahn passed her by.
Of course, his advice was good, and after moving away from the stage on which the group had been standing, Zar'Dura took a seat on the ground. Folding her legs before her, she laid her staff across her lap, one hand resting on the carved length of wood while the other was placed on her knee. Like this, she sat, waiting to see what would come of this situation. Although, when she saw Theev'Nok heading her way again, she tossed her head back slightly with a small shaking gesture, sending the bone and wood charms in her hair clinking against each other as the ropy black strands tumbled behind her shoulders.
"Do you come to put me in my place again, Theev'Nok?" There was no hint of censure or animosity in her tone. She expected this would happen. Many still saw her only as the child who had so rarely played in the streets of the village, not the woman she was becoming. She had to learn her lessons one day, truly become an adult.. standing in her way would only prolong the process. It was illogical, but understandable. Protect the tribe, guide the children, preserve the future.. but she would not be a child much longer.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2016 19:26:44 GMT -8
Ymir turns even more red when Spero lets go.
Oh gods he let go! What will people think? Will they think my hand is clammy, and that's why he let go? Everyone's staring, they'll have noticed for sure...
When Echoes appears, she breathes a sigh of relief.
He'll take the attention away from us. That's good.
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