Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Feb 23, 2016 14:33:20 GMT -8
With the use of strong labor and magic, the Castle of Goraia had been refurbished. Atop its tallest tower, a bright red orb hovered over the point of its spire, appearing very much like a star in its own right. It shone brilliantly over Stonevale, day and night. The people, who grew used to its presence, knew it as the "Orb of Judgment." |
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Zephidel
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Roleplay posts: 18
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Registered: Mar 7, 2015 23:30:45 GMT -8
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Post by Zephidel on Feb 23, 2016 21:50:16 GMT -8
And occasionally, on a rare night, the denizens of the industrial complex that had become of Stonevale could look to the small, one-person walkway below the spire and witness the Man of Shattered Dreams, standing sometimes for hours with his frigid mercury gaze upon the toiling citizenry... and never did he seem to change attire, onyx great coat and long dark tresses flowing in the unimpeded breeze as his conched spaulders reflected the brilliance of the Orb of Judgment that kept permanent watch over the settlement. His cloaked arms would be crossed, his very presence imparting an air of both stability and condemnation, and it always seemed to get a little colder... much welcomed by those who worked near flames.
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Grandma
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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 Feb 25, 2017 23:54:54 GMT -8
Stonevale as a whole was in a general panic. Rumors were spreading like wildfire through the city that the rest of Goraia had fallen swiftly to Isra’s invasion force and that most of the top brass had already abandoned the city. Even the most feckless Goraian supporters were beginning to lose hope as more and more people abandoned the city to head for the countryside or the border. Still, a decent amount of the most loyal soldiers stayed in Stonevale, whether to resist against Isra to the end or offer a proper surrender was anyone's guess. Perhaps those who wish to fight were banking on the orb's power to turn around an assault on the city.
It was due to these circumstances that Grandma had decided to carry out her task now. The city was on the brink of being taken by Isra, but the armies of Isra had yet to reach it and the Orb of Judgement would claim many lives if not dealt with first. The orb was also far less well defended than it had been previously as all the deserters spread the defenders quite thin. Still, Grandma didn’t plan to underestimate any defenses that might be in place to guard the orb, she intended to simply take it and leave before any alarm could be raised.
The air beside the tallest floor of the tower warped as Grandma’s form materialized there. As soon as she was entirely there, a sphere of magic disruption was extended around her while simultaneously she shot upwards towards the orb, propelled by the two black wings that extended from her back. She didn’t slow at all as she approached the orb, snatching it from its perch and continuing to hurtle upwards at a high speed, body tensed. Now several hundred feet above where the orb had been resting, Grandma dropped the antimagic orb that had been surrounding her. As soon as the antimagic had dissipated, Grandma’s form was already melting away, orb in hand.
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