Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 4, 2016 16:57:16 GMT -8
"Offspring? I didn't see any..."
Roy glanced around for goslings, but didn't spot any. He'd accidentally disturbed a nest earlier, though. That was probably why all the geese had chased him away in the first place. He shuddered. Geese were scary.
"I think there's enough challenge as it is, Neva. It's a very large bird, and it pecks pretty hard. It might take me a while to get this..."
He cast another glance in the goose's direction. It honked at him.
"Maybe there's a better way to do this?"
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274 
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jul 6, 2016 12:40:43 GMT -8
Arya shrugged at Roy's question.
"If there's a better way to do this, I don't know about it. I was able to scare the geese away pretty easily, so you should be able to as well," Arya said. She would become thoughtful then, "Hmm.... Maybe if you used a stick? If you wave a stick around the geese should be scared away, like how I used my sword."
Arya liked this idea, and she would look on expectantly waiting for Roy to take her advice.
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Archimedes
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 6 months
Physical Description: Description:
Archimedes appears to be young half-elf. Standing a little over 5' tall and weighing around 125 lbs, Archimedes is not an imposing figure. His blonde hair falls just below his chin. His olive skin is marked by faint angular lines throughout the entirety of his body. Those versed in the arcane might recognize these lines as conduits of energy, often used in the construction of golems and other constructs. On the base of his neck there is a small crystalline portal. Archimedes eyes are a dull grey.
When activating his abilities, a soft green light emits from the lines and the portal. During this time, his eyes change to an intense green.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Clothes:
Archimedes is usually seen wearing simple black leather trousers and a loose fitting white shirt with an open collar.
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Registered: Jun 27, 2016 19:47:26 GMT -8
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Post by Archimedes on Jul 6, 2016 20:06:35 GMT -8
Archimedes shifted his gaze from Lady Arya to Roy. While I concur with Lady Arya, brandishing a stick or a weapon and swinging it in their general direction would send the gaggle into a retreat of sorts. However, I do not believe that the ability to drive away geese equates to conquering ones fear of them. If that remains your true goal, I believe you would need to be comfortable in their presence. I would recommend purchasing a loaf of bread from a local baker and practice feeding the birds." Archimedes looked over to the meandering gaggle. "It would certainly my be less traumatizing to the geese."
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jul 7, 2016 6:00:13 GMT -8
"That is along the lines of what I was thinking."
She dipped her head respectfully towards the other man. He had some power in him too, just as the paladin did. She could feel it flowing around them, as her conaiderable power could likely be felt emanating outwards by them.
"Roy, fear isn't always about conquering what you are afraid of, that is typical of cowards actually. Men who are afraid of something destroy it. Instead it is living with it and realizing that you had nothing to be afraid of in the first place."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 8, 2016 17:49:45 GMT -8
"A stick? I suppose that could work..."
Roy looked around for a (preferably very long) stick, wondering if it would really help. Keeping the geese far away would be nice. Still, he worried. When the elf gave his suggestion, however, he stopped. Feed the geese? If he fed them, perhaps they wouldn't bite him...then again, they might think that he was made of bread and peck him more. Still, scaring them away wasn't working, so he figured that he may as well give it a shot. When Neva agreed that it was a good idea, he nodded and backed up from the gaggle of geese. Neva was smart.
"Alright, I'll try that! I'll go find some bread, and try to...feed them..."
He shivered at the thought of their beaks coming so close to his fingers. Still, what Neva and the elf said made sense. Neva had been around for a long time, anyways.
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jul 11, 2016 20:08:47 GMT -8
Arya would nod in agreement with Archimedes,
"Hmm, I guess feeding them would be smarter..."
Arya shrugged, she really wasn't an expert on overcoming fears of geese anyways, but what Archimedes and now Neva were saying seemed true enough. What Neva said in particular seemed like pretty good advice especially, perhaps she was more experienced than Arya was.
Arya would smile sheepishly then, "Well, I guess I will stand aside and let you coach Roy through his geese encounter for now," she said, backing away slightly and watching from farther away as Roy would try to feed the geese now. She didn't know where he would find any bread out here though.
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Archimedes
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 6 months
Physical Description: Description:
Archimedes appears to be young half-elf. Standing a little over 5' tall and weighing around 125 lbs, Archimedes is not an imposing figure. His blonde hair falls just below his chin. His olive skin is marked by faint angular lines throughout the entirety of his body. Those versed in the arcane might recognize these lines as conduits of energy, often used in the construction of golems and other constructs. On the base of his neck there is a small crystalline portal. Archimedes eyes are a dull grey.
When activating his abilities, a soft green light emits from the lines and the portal. During this time, his eyes change to an intense green.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Clothes:
Archimedes is usually seen wearing simple black leather trousers and a loose fitting white shirt with an open collar.
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Registered: Jun 27, 2016 19:47:26 GMT -8
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Post by Archimedes on Jul 12, 2016 19:06:08 GMT -8
Archimedes would turn and walk away towards the large boulder from before. He knew that Neva would be best suited to teach Roy. They do have previous experience working together, and Neva was clearly quite powerful. Archimedes would turn to Arya, "It has been a pleasure meeting you Lady Arya. I do believe that Roy is in good hands with the Ottermancer." Archimedes paused for a moment, his gaze drifting skyward as if he were lost in thought. Is Ottermancer the correct term? Perhaps Shapeshifter may be more appropriate at this juncture. Is she an intelligent humanoid who can take the form of animals? Or an intelligent otter who can appear as a humanoid? Questions for another time I suppose. Archimedes would then bow before Arya. "I do believe it is time for me to continue onward. The shortest distance between to points is a straight line and that is how I must travel if I am to reach Isra on time."
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jul 13, 2016 3:48:12 GMT -8
"Ottermancer eh? Not entirely inaccurate I suppose, but hardly encompassing of my true purpose. I am the Wavewarden, charged with guarding the seas, rivers, lakes, and other water of the world."
Her tattoos flashed momentarily as she summoned numerous reeds to her hand, where they coalesced into a loaf of grain bread. She tossed the loaf to Roy, and it floated through the air, landing slow enough that even he could catch it.
"But why not stay a while longer? Perhaps Arya and Roy are also travelling to Isra, and would travel with you. No sense in travelling alone after all."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 14, 2016 17:51:36 GMT -8
Roy caught the bread, taking a cautious sniff. It smelled like bread, alright. Hopefully the geese would like it. Still, he'd hoped for a short break to go look for bread, and hadn't expected to have to face the birds so soon.
"Er...thank you, Neva. I suppose I'll go feed the geese now..."
Steeling his nerves, the young vampire tore off a generous piece of bread and shuffled slowly towards the gaggle of geese. With a shaking hand, he hesitantly held out the piece with his thumb and forefinger and hoped that they didn't bite him.
"H-here's some bread, geese...be good birds...no biting..."
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
***
Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jul 17, 2016 17:09:42 GMT -8
"Hmm... I didn't have any particular destination in mind, so sure! I can travel to Isra," Arya smiled then, liking this idea that Neva proposed. She would then call out to Roy who seemed to be shuffling towards a the flock of geese, bread in hand,
"Hey Roy! You didn't happen to be heading towards Isra did you?"
Maybe they could all travel together. Arya would go to Isra simply so she didn't have to travel alone, even if only for a short while.
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Archimedes
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 6 months
Physical Description: Description:
Archimedes appears to be young half-elf. Standing a little over 5' tall and weighing around 125 lbs, Archimedes is not an imposing figure. His blonde hair falls just below his chin. His olive skin is marked by faint angular lines throughout the entirety of his body. Those versed in the arcane might recognize these lines as conduits of energy, often used in the construction of golems and other constructs. On the base of his neck there is a small crystalline portal. Archimedes eyes are a dull grey.
When activating his abilities, a soft green light emits from the lines and the portal. During this time, his eyes change to an intense green.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Clothes:
Archimedes is usually seen wearing simple black leather trousers and a loose fitting white shirt with an open collar.
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Registered: Jun 27, 2016 19:47:26 GMT -8
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Post by Archimedes on Jul 18, 2016 19:59:23 GMT -8
For a brief moment, Archimedes' eyes would light up excitement. He had never traveled with anyone before. Thinking back, he had never really had a companion before. Archimedes liked the idea of traveling together. "Traveling in greater numbers is certainly logical. The increased presence would certainly deter any bandits, brigands or thugs met along the road. In addition I would like the opportunity to learn more about everyone. As such, I would be honored to travel to Isra with you Arya." Archimedes would bow once more to Arya, before turning to face Roy. "The offer of course extends to you Roy. If you would be interested, we would be honored if you would accompany us to Isra."
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jul 19, 2016 3:28:33 GMT -8
She noted wryly in her head that the pair of them speaking to Roy while he was attempting to feed the geese might actually spook the geese, but didn't want to warn him. If he was confident in himself it would not matter.
"See? Everyone can travel together, and they are all safer and happier! Just like a school of fish!"
She grinned wide and awaited the results of Roy's foray to feed the geese. She debated travelling with them, but had things that needed to be dealt with elsewhere when she was done here.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 19, 2016 5:59:20 GMT -8
Roy shivered as the goose walked over to investigate the bread. Was it going to attack him? Would his life end here, at the hands (or lack thereof) of a goose? As it approached, he closed his eyes and turned away. He couldn't bear to watch the goose tear him limb from limb. He waited for the inevitable bite...but only felt a soft tugging on the bread. He opened his eyes, only to see the goose pulling at the bread. He let go and shuffled backwards, and the goose ate the bread and honked. Roy let out a sigh of relief. That hadn't been so bad! He turned to Neva, grinning.
"Look at that, Neva! I fed the goose!"
The goose honked again, and Roy turned to Arya.
"Um...actually, yeah! I'm going to Isra to visit my uncle. I'll go along with you!"
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
***
Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jul 20, 2016 20:17:30 GMT -8
Arya also seemed as excited as Archimedes, now that all of them had decided to travel together. Perhaps she would make more friends.
Arya would laugh as well for a short moment as she watched Archimedes' excitement. She could tell he was excited, yet that excitement coupled with the awkward formality in the way he acted was quite amusing to Arya in a way. This would only be a short chuckle however, as she didn't want Archimedes to think she was making fun of him or anything.
"Alright then, well once Roy successfully feeds one of the geese perhaps we can be on our way."
Arya's ruby eyes would then turn upwards towards the sky to check the position of the sun to determine the time of day.
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Archimedes
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 6 months
Physical Description: Description:
Archimedes appears to be young half-elf. Standing a little over 5' tall and weighing around 125 lbs, Archimedes is not an imposing figure. His blonde hair falls just below his chin. His olive skin is marked by faint angular lines throughout the entirety of his body. Those versed in the arcane might recognize these lines as conduits of energy, often used in the construction of golems and other constructs. On the base of his neck there is a small crystalline portal. Archimedes eyes are a dull grey.
When activating his abilities, a soft green light emits from the lines and the portal. During this time, his eyes change to an intense green.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Clothes:
Archimedes is usually seen wearing simple black leather trousers and a loose fitting white shirt with an open collar.
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Registered: Jun 27, 2016 19:47:26 GMT -8
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Post by Archimedes on Jul 24, 2016 13:55:10 GMT -8
Archimedes would smile at Arya, he liked the way she seemed to echo his excitement. This would be a fun journey. Archimedes would then turn to see Roy successfully feed the bird. It would appear that his idea of feeding it bread would work for Roy. "Well Lady Arya, It seems Roy was able to overcome his fear of the geese. While a minor victory, he owes it to your kindness and willingness to assist a stranger." Archimedes would bow before her once more. "I look forward to seeing who else we may be able to help on this journey."
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jul 24, 2016 17:46:13 GMT -8
"Good job Roy. It has been a pleasure working with you all however short it was. Good luck on your journeys."
She bowed and walked into the pond, disappearing as soon as her head was submerged.
<Exit>
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 24, 2016 19:40:55 GMT -8
"Bye, Neva! See you soon!"
Roy waved as his friend vanished under the surface of the pond. He was glad that she had been here to help him, as he always felt more secure with her about. Hopefully he'd run into her again before too long, although he knew that he could always call her if he really needed her. He grinned, happy to have faced his fears (although still not exactly ready to do it again), and turned towards his new travelling companions.
"So, you two. Are you from Isra, or just visiting?"
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Tanari
Established
Pride goeth before the fall
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 19
Registered: Jul 26, 2016 18:26:30 GMT -8
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Post by Tanari on Jul 29, 2016 18:20:05 GMT -8
Tanari was done with cities for a bit. At least that was his notion of the moment. He was also done playing in his human form. He thought so little of humans it irked him that he had to admit the form of a human had its good points, like hands and thumbs for a start. They made some rather tasty pastries also. The one's with the sticky jam on the inside or the honey were high up on his list of favorites.
Tanari had gone back to the form he was born in. That of a black unicorn with gold along the horn, mane, tail and fetlocks. He stood an impressive height of over 16 hands at the shoulders. In truth he had been acting like he was nothing more than a colt tearing through the grass, jumping the trail only a few minutes ago. All very unseemly for a mature unicorn. That was fine though, no one was watching because of course he would of noticed anyone approaching.
It was time to cool off now though. The black coat was a bit shinier in spots due to the light sweat that had formed from his workout. He wasn't fully on the road, but walking lazily to one side of it.(For non horse folk - 4inches = 1 hand)
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jul 29, 2016 19:59:12 GMT -8
"Good job Roy," she said, congratulating him with a pat on his shoulder. It was then he noticed he was a bit shorter than her. That always felt somewhat odd to Arya, being taller than most people, especially boys. She wasn't super tall by a man's standard but she definitely stood above any average man in height. She easily shrugged these sorts of thoughts off now though.
"I don't live in Isra, no. I will probably only stay for a little while to visit," she said casually. Arya would then turn and begin walking back towards the road away from the pond.
"Let's go!"
<Exit>
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Ancalagon, The Black
New
I come in peace!
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 245 years
Physical Description: He is unlike most dragons, throwing away his beauty and majesty for speed and efficiency. His hide is black, coal-black, like the abyss. Upon his hide is a thin-layer of chitin, small enough to not impede his movement. This chitin meshes together in order to create a shock-resistant frame, insulating his precious organs from outside attacks. Atop his chitin layer are sets of tiered spikes. The spike are razor sharp and a weapon in themselves.
When in human form, he has slightly long black hair, a handsome face and green eyes. He is roughly 5'6 and of a slim build. You can identify the fact he is a dragon by the black rune etching, upon his palm.
Clothes and Equipment: As a dragon, he is incapable of handling gear, such as armour or weaponry.
Player's online availability : GMT +8
Registered: Apr 22, 2016 9:17:26 GMT -8
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Post by Ancalagon, The Black on Aug 13, 2016 17:32:40 GMT -8
He was hungry. Very hungry. In his human form, he lay on the side of the road, malnourished and sickened. He could barely move. His last meal was a week ago, following him eating a local farmers cow and getting shooed off by the local town guard.
Cold.
It was cold. He had no blanket to cover his body. He looked disheveled.
Maybe he would die. He was terrified by the thought. 245 years of living told him he still had much to do. Much to experience and see. Even as a dragon. He was theoretically immortal, just not invincible.
He couldn't fly. He couldn't run. Or walk. He had no way of getting food. He was at the mercy of nature or whoever may pass him.
He sent a prayer up, to whoever may be ip there that they send him aid. In any form. Some way to let him escape this mess he had gotten himself into.
As he lay there, his mind drew to more philosophical ideas.
Have I ever loved? He wanted to love, to be loved. 245 years of living alone, preying off livestock. He didn't want to be alone. He hated it. He wanted just acceptance, a warm cave to go home to, food to be eaten each night.
But if he was to die here, he would gain nothing. He woud, have lived his days as a desperate and dismal dragon, never to be remembered.
Never to be remembered.
Never to be remembered.
Never to be remembered.
Terror gripped his head as he gripped it with his hands.
Please, oh god, save me.
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