Cyronin the Blue
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 28
Physical Description: Trying.
Clothes and Equipment: https://imgur.com/a/sIpRe
Player's online availability : Often?
Registered: Nov 9, 2015 2:04:16 GMT -8
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Post by Cyronin the Blue on Apr 12, 2016 21:00:09 GMT -8
Very well, Ms. Veil. Send her out with all expedience. I shan't need any further instruction. I have experience with this sort of equipment. The only thing you could perhaps ensure is that she has her equipment and weapons in order. I cannot afford to lose any time on this assignment.
Cyronin continued to sit on his horse, rolling his shoulders to keep them steady.
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Imud Habrua
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: A frail looking, wiry man. His skin is tan and wrinkled. An accent shows him to from a foreign land. What hair he once had has mostly retreated and what is left has lost any semblance of the dark black color it once held. The whitened hair and slim appearance make him seem almost frail. Give Imud a worthy project though, and he seems to revitalize in his eagerness to work the forges.
Clothes and Equipment: mud wears the most humble of garments, little more than sacks, and the heavy gloves necessary to do his work. He also wears a bland pair of spectacles, necessary for both the protection they provide, as well as an aide to keep up the with the finer details of his work in his advancing age.
Registered: May 3, 2015 20:17:12 GMT -8
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Post by Imud Habrua on Apr 12, 2016 23:18:52 GMT -8
“I desire rare and powerful materials. This is what keeps me alive! Let me ask you. Why beat bronze into daggers when there is steel aplenty for swords?” Imud leaned back in his chair. He had become excited when Lysanna revealed herself to be a dragon huntress, but he had been hasty.
“You could not go alone, no. But Imud shall keep you in mind When other slayers present themselves we form a plan, make the necessary preparations, yes. Imud has another in mind already.”
Returning to the business at hand. “If it is the fighting of large monsters you crave, I do have need of a giant squid. Alive preferably, but at least preserve the eyes. Imud would pay five nova for such a thing. If that does not interest you I am sure you could find some little wyrms in the Open Lands. The Valheecius Desert was once well known for having many of the little dragons. But don’t expect Imud to pay much for such a thing.”
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Lysanna Vermilion
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 19
Physical Description: -------------------
Race: Half Elf
Hair: long, white
Eyes: light-green (sometimes dark red), left eye is magical (indistinguishable)
Body: average, slender
Skin: smooth, pale
Other: mellifluous voice
Clothes and Equipment: -------------------
Armor: Silver
Weapons: Sword, Sword Breaker, Crossbow, Spear
Lysanna has a large amount of weapons and armor stored in a parallel plane, from which she can summon them to her hand.
Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 10:18:30 GMT -8
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Post by Lysanna Vermilion on Apr 13, 2016 0:29:34 GMT -8
Lysanna saw his point. Although she still thought that even smaller dragons would have the same materials, he wanted to get from the biggest ones out there, she didn't want to argue with him about it. It was her decision, what she intended to fight and she could always decline.
"We understand your point. And we are excited to see, which other person you have in mind for helping us hunt down a dragon, when the time comes." she said. She always wanted to meet people, who called themselves dragon hunters. It was a very dangerous job, which needed absolute precision and a high amount of skills. Lysanna would think, there weren't many out there, since in all her time she hadn't met anyone. Of course there always was this one guy who pretended to be. But that was just what it was... pretending.
"Ah. We assume that we have not made ourselves clear. Please, excuse us." she said and bowed slightly. "We are not in search to slay large monsters. Any monster will do as long as the payment suffices. But, a giant squid sounds very intriguing. We have not had the chance to compete with such monster, yet. Do you happen to have any information about it's size or anything else to help us prepare?" she asked interested.
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Leona Malric
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 21
Physical Description: ------------------------------------------------------------
Slim, female girl
Light tan
Middle-long (chest-length) flowing dark brown hair
Light green eyes
Fit physique
5'7ft
130lbs
Slight dark makeup around eyes
Clothes and Equipment: ------------------------------------------------------------
She usually wears light leather armor (her midriff bare), pants, boots and gloves. On her belt she carries two daggers, which are on her back and a shortsword on her left hip.
On her right shoulder she also has a single pauldron made of dragon scales, which she received from her mentor. Attached on that pauldron are four small throwing knives.
Also from that same material, her right sword arm is covered by a couter and a gauntlet.
A longsword is bound to her back.
She usually also carries a longbow and a shield, strapped to her backpack. According to the situation she switches her equipment.
Sword: http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa122/brotherbanzai/DSCF3430.jpg~original
Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Mar 29, 2016 11:51:46 GMT -8
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Post by Leona Malric on Apr 13, 2016 0:50:44 GMT -8
Some of Leona's armor was made from dragon parts. Her sword's handle, too. But none of it was magical. She grew tired of playing around with it and put it back into it's sheath. "Yes, quite a bit. I earned most of my money by selling furs or other stuff you can get from animals. I know a bit about plants, mostly which to avoid and which are edible. But if you want me to make any potions, I'm not your girl. The communicating was more of a joke. It only works with Akanor, but just because we have known each other for so long now. We are a good team." she explained. Ah. Now where did she want to go with that? "Hmmm. All I can think about right now are spiders." she said and she and Akanor simultaneously shuddered from disgust. There were some memories buried deep in her head, she didn't want to remember. But it seemed like Takhana already knew that. The way she asked about it was pretty suspicious. "Ahh, understood." Humor was sometimes difficult for her to discern, without the ability to see visual cues. She could see the shape of people thanks to their auras, but facial expressions were not an option. Upon hearing that Leona was afraid of spiders, an odd look came across Takhana's face. It was one that appeared to combine mild puzzlement and deep consideration, with a dash of amusement. She seemed to be mulling something over rather thoroughly, and then she suddenly nodded, as though coming to a decision.
"In that case, that means there's been a change of plans. You're being assigned to a new mission, and you need to ready yourself immediately, because your partner is waiting outside. His name is Cyronin the Blue , and you'll be going on a scouting mission with him. Gather whatever gear you need and meet up with him as soon as possible. While you're en route, I'll brief the both of you on the specialized equipment you'll be using." Rising to her feet, she placed her right hand over her abdomen and gave Leona a slight bow.
"Thank you very much for speaking with me, Miss Malric, and do be careful; you're going to a rather dangerous area." Turning about, she made her way toward the door with little difficulty, having counted the steps from door to chair. After some minor fumbling to locate the doorknob, she twisted it and pulled it open, then stepped out into the hallway. As she made her way toward her office, she tapped into the TMS communications network via her ring, contacting Cyronin the Blue telepathically.
Mister Cyronin, this is Takhana Veil. We haven't had the opportunity to meet properly, and I'm afraid this isn't the time for that. I've alerted your partner of the mission at hand and informed her to meet you posthaste; she seems a reasonable sort and will likely be out shortly. Her name is Leona Malric. Once you two are en route, please let me know, so that I can brief you on the specifics of the specialized gear you'll be using once you reach your destination. Reaching her office, she unlocked the door and opened it, moving inside. After locking the door behind her, she settled in her desk chair, then reached out to another set of operatives, Alden Marshal and Lorelei & Lucia .
Alden, Lorelei, and Lucia. You will be departing on a mission tomorrow. Please come by my office tomorrow morning at your earliest convenience to receive your mission briefing and to meet the fourth member of your team. With that done, she took a moment to slump in her chair and simply relax. She was going to have a busy day tomorrow."Oh, there is?" she asked curiously. She had not expected, that this simple thing could change so much. What, was that job about crawling through a spider's hole? Well... "Ehm. Sure thing." she said a little bit confused. That was all she wanted to know? And wasn't that too big of a coincidence? She came in here, hours before her deparment, asking about her fears. And that one thing Leona could think of, would have such an impact, that she had to switch jobs? Not that it bothered her. It was just a thought. She raised and watched Takhana leave her room. Cyronin the Blue was already waiting for her? Oh, heavens. She then gathered all of her belongings as quickly as possible. Akanor sat up and watched her. He felt that something was going to happen soon. "Hey, guess what?" Leona asked Akanor. "We're going on a mission." she said in the slightly higher pitched voice, which she used to talk with him. He understood and started to yelp and jump around from excitement. Leona finished packing her stuff and donned her leather and dragonscale armor. Longsword and backpack on her back, daggers on her belt, knives on her pauldron. She was all set and ready. Leaving the room and locking it behind her, she wondered what room she would get, when she returned. She went downstairs and handed Cecil the key. "Wish me luck, Cecil, I'm going on my first mission. Better take a good look at my butt, because you won't have the chance to do that for a looooooooong time." she said with an evil grin. She then confidently left the inn and The Midnight Sun. Outside she looked around for someone who could be this Cyronin the Blue. She saw a man sitting on a horse, with another one at his side. That had to be him. She approached and asked him. "Excuse me, do you happen to be Cyronin the Blue? I am Leona Malric." she said.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 25, 2024 17:38:09 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2016 8:18:46 GMT -8
Sitting and watching was making her antsy, but she stayed for as long as she could tolerate it. Which was easier with how rich the environment was, and then again... they had a brilliant red wine that was absolutely perfect. She sent out a silent, mental "Thank you" to the few spiders that hovered in the dark, unused corners of the establishment for tugging out a few of the stray currency coins of this Midnight Sun that were thought to be lost. It was enough to let her partake, and was it worth it.
Her eyes caught several others, most of them shying away but a few holding her stare and grinning back as she smiled. Needless to say, she had their attentions. But as for now, none approached. That was to be expected on her first visit - she would have to indulge on her years of patience and plotting to pluck out any good meals here. For now, she watched and sipped at her glass with a devious smirk upon her red lips.
It would be a few hours with nothing to take a bite at the lure, so to speak, and she could only remain in that seat and deal with the restlessness for so long. Her head would tilt, with a loud pop to follow after, and then she would rise to her feet - taking her staff in hand from its place sitting against the booth. She left the two empty glasses on the table as she sauntered her way for the door - stopping and stepping back hastily when Leona Malric and her pet rushed by her and out the doors.
Her bare steps brought her beyond the threshold and back onto the vendor packed street, where she had to redirect her motion to carry her around the duo - and a man, Cyronin the Blue , on horseback with another mount prepared. A soft "Pardon me" whispers out as she pegs each of them with a quick, friendly glance - lingering just a touch longer on the handsome male and offering him a thin grin to display her pretty white smile. She had to remind herself that he was publicly visible and off limits then, at least for now. If there was no reason to call her to stop, she would continue on into the throngs of people bustling about the streets and practically vanish from sight.
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Apr 13, 2016 10:10:31 GMT -8
The twins shuffle into Takhana Veil's office, smiling politely. Eclair the mockingbird sits on Lorelei's head. The wooden puppet twins walk in behind them, hard wooden shoes clacking against the floor. They smile as well, although theirs are painted on. I wonder what it could be.She said she had a job for us.That's new.I know, have we ever even done a job for them before?Besides little things like buying groceries and washing dishes? Yeah.I don't think so.The twins and puppets line up in front of Takhana's desk, shoulder-to-shoulder with their hands folded neatly behind their backs. Eclair squawks. "Hello!" The twins smile, speaking in chorus as usual. "Hello there, Ms. Takhana. Did you need us for something?" The wooden twins, of course, remain silent. Their mouths are only painted on.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Apr 13, 2016 19:54:20 GMT -8
Into the Inn strode two figures, one, a familiar female wearing the armor of the Dawn Riders, and an unfamiliar nobleman. The armored woman waves her hand at one of the servers to get the server's attention. Lieutenant Finch, who never sat at a table, decided that it might be more appropriate to get a table then to sit at the bar.
"Well, this is it! I come here nearly everyday. Company's pretty good, drink is excellent, and the food is the best in the city! And I've been to formal banquets at the Citadel, so that says something. They don't seem to be crazy busy, so we should get seated soon."
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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 Apr 13, 2016 20:30:24 GMT -8
Tristian peered about the interior of the establishment in a curious manner. Then he looked back to the Lieutenant when she spoke, and nodded. "Excellent. I have to admit, I'm rather eager to have some real food. Far too long on nothing but what I could hunt while on the run, and camp rations." The scent of something delicious in the air was intoxicating, making his stomach grumble, although thankfully the noise was lost below the noise of the crowd within the building. And he was able to keep his composure, despite sniffing the air appreciatively. Ah, real food. He couldn't wait.
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Indil Elendrili
Established
>.<
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Appears early twenties in human years
Physical Description: An Elven Ranger. She is 5'9", lean, and pretty in an angular sort of way. She has dark eyes and delicate features, as well as thick dark hair frequently pulled back from her face. Her pointed ears are pierced by hoops in several places.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears brown leather lace-up knee-high boots and calf-skin leggings. Tucked into the trousers is a cream-colored under-tunic made of soft cotton, over which she wears a loosely corseted brown leather jacket with a high collar. Laced bracers cover her forearms beyond the jacket's half sleeves. Strapped around her right thigh and waist is a dark leather pack. Knives are tucked into each of her boots. On her back is a quiver with blue-fetched feathers and a longbow that, at first glance, appears to have too strong a pull for her to manage.
Player's online availability : Nights/Weekends EST
Registered: Apr 8, 2016 3:30:38 GMT -8
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Post by Indil Elendrili on Apr 14, 2016 4:00:52 GMT -8
“Pleased to meet you, Ms. Elendrili. You have indeed come to the right person to seek employment within Isra, I am by far the largest- and many would say the best employer in Isra. You seem to quite the level-headed and competent individual, so I’m fairly confident I’ll be able to offer you a position you’ll find suitable. To do that, I would like to ask you about yourself. I’d like to know what field of work you’d be most interested in, and what skills, capabilities, and talents you have.” Indil nodded along with the woman's statements. After all, employment couldn't be expected unless she had some valuable skills. "Indeed, Madame Naoki, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am, as I mentioned, a Ranger. I can track and hunt, have no difficulties with long treks, and I am skilled with the bow. I also have some understanding of wild flora, as well as small magics to aid in the hunt." She gave a light shrug. She disliked discussing herself and so did so with expediency more than false modesty. She was stating her skills. Demonstration of her mastery of them would come when put to her use. "Though I believe my professional skills are what you would require most, honesty requires me to add that I also have genteel talents as well. I can conduct myself with deportment and sing and play some instruments." It was at once both obvious and impossible to imagine the stoic Elf dressed and performing like a fine lady. Clearly, however, they were not skills she utilized often. "What sort of work you might use me for depends on what you require." she said with another light shrug. "If you can use one such as me I would be honored for it."
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Cyronin the Blue
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 28
Physical Description: Trying.
Clothes and Equipment: https://imgur.com/a/sIpRe
Player's online availability : Often?
Registered: Nov 9, 2015 2:04:16 GMT -8
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Post by Cyronin the Blue on Apr 14, 2016 4:20:34 GMT -8
"Ahh, understood." Humor was sometimes difficult for her to discern, without the ability to see visual cues. She could see the shape of people thanks to their auras, but facial expressions were not an option. Upon hearing that Leona was afraid of spiders, an odd look came across Takhana's face. It was one that appeared to combine mild puzzlement and deep consideration, with a dash of amusement. She seemed to be mulling something over rather thoroughly, and then she suddenly nodded, as though coming to a decision.
"In that case, that means there's been a change of plans. You're being assigned to a new mission, and you need to ready yourself immediately, because your partner is waiting outside. His name is Cyronin the Blue , and you'll be going on a scouting mission with him. Gather whatever gear you need and meet up with him as soon as possible. While you're en route, I'll brief the both of you on the specialized equipment you'll be using." Rising to her feet, she placed her right hand over her abdomen and gave Leona a slight bow.
"Thank you very much for speaking with me, Miss Malric, and do be careful; you're going to a rather dangerous area." Turning about, she made her way toward the door with little difficulty, having counted the steps from door to chair. After some minor fumbling to locate the doorknob, she twisted it and pulled it open, then stepped out into the hallway. As she made her way toward her office, she tapped into the TMS communications network via her ring, contacting Cyronin the Blue telepathically.
Mister Cyronin, this is Takhana Veil. We haven't had the opportunity to meet properly, and I'm afraid this isn't the time for that. I've alerted your partner of the mission at hand and informed her to meet you posthaste; she seems a reasonable sort and will likely be out shortly. Her name is Leona Malric. Once you two are en route, please let me know, so that I can brief you on the specifics of the specialized gear you'll be using once you reach your destination. Reaching her office, she unlocked the door and opened it, moving inside. After locking the door behind her, she settled in her desk chair, then reached out to another set of operatives, Alden Marshal and Lorelei & Lucia .
Alden, Lorelei, and Lucia. You will be departing on a mission tomorrow. Please come by my office tomorrow morning at your earliest convenience to receive your mission briefing and to meet the fourth member of your team. With that done, she took a moment to slump in her chair and simply relax. She was going to have a busy day tomorrow. "Oh, there is?" she asked curiously. She had not expected, that this simple thing could change so much. What, was that job about crawling through a spider's hole? Well... "Ehm. Sure thing." she said a little bit confused. That was all she wanted to know? And wasn't that too big of a coincidence? She came in here, hours before her deparment, asking about her fears. And that one thing Leona could think of, would have such an impact, that she had to switch jobs? Not that it bothered her. It was just a thought. She raised and watched Takhana leave her room. Cyronin the Blue was already waiting for her? Oh, heavens. She then gathered all of her belongings as quickly as possible. Akanor sat up and watched her. He felt that something was going to happen soon. "Hey, guess what?" Leona asked Akanor. "We're going on a mission." she said in the slightly higher pitched voice, which she used to talk with him. He understood and started to yelp and jump around from excitement. Leona finished packing her stuff and donned her leather and dragonscale armor. Longsword and backpack on her back, daggers on her belt, knives on her pauldron. She was all set and ready. Leaving the room and locking it behind her, she wondered what room she would get, when she returned. She went downstairs and handed Cecil the key. "Wish me luck, Cecil, I'm going on my first mission. Better take a good look at my butt, because you won't have the chance to do that for a looooooooong time." she said with an evil grin. She then confidently left the inn and The Midnight Sun. Outside she looked around for someone who could be this Cyronin the Blue . She saw a man sitting on a horse, with another one at his side. That had to be him. She approached and asked him. "Excuse me, do you happen to be Cyronin the Blue ? I am Leona Malric." she said. Cyronin had a glance at Leona, characterising her as quickly as possible without seeming overtly intrusive. Well equipped. Poor armour choice - a bare midriff isn't beneficial... for protection, or much, really. Reasonably attractive. Wolf. Not a bad touch."I am Cyronin, yes. I've been assigned as your partner for this mission. We're scouting out Goraia, which you certainly know about already. Simple job. You'll be setting up the scryers and recording, I'll be observing. Mount up and we'll ride." Leona had the horse with all the equipment on it - Cyronin, of course, could not be in close proximity with any of it. His sword was strapped into his bedroll at the side of the horse, and he assumed Leona would do the same. With no further ado, he flicked the reigns of his trusty steed to canter down the streets, hoping the young lady he was partnered with would keep pace.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Apr 14, 2016 6:13:08 GMT -8
Alden slips in Takhana's room shortly after the twins. He eyes the little girls curiously. They had made living puppets of themselves? That was certainly new. It didn't really concern him though so he flicks his eyes to Takhana. If she was already coordinating missions then she had settled into her new job nicely. It would also be nice to get some real work for a change. Most of his jobs had been him just doing whatever he wanted. It wasn't a bad experience, but it made him feel a bit guilty for taking Naoki's money.
"Hello Takhana, what's the job?"
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Takhana Veil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 68
Physical Description: Takhana is an undeniably memorable figure. At a full 6' in height, she is graceful and willowy, with a woman's full figure. She has skin that is a dark greyish color, lightly tinted with silver that very nearly sparkles when the light hits it at certain angles. She has the beautifully formed, delicate features, pointed ears, and inherently graceful movements that identify her as one of the Elven folk.Her hair is long, naturally falling to her hips in straight lengths, and is a shining white threaded with silver, although she normally wears it pinned up elaborately with a set of wooden hair sticks that bear jingling silver charms. She has no eyes, and instead wears a blindfold of soft black leather that criss-crosses her empty eye sockets, for the benefit of the others. Tattooed upon her brow and her back are two strange crests, their origin mysterious.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, she wears an elaborate dress of black leather that both reveals her body and conceals it, adorned with straps and seemingly random silver buckles. This is paired with a set of leather-and-metal boots with pointed toes that come to her knees, enhancing the shape of her mostly-visible legs. Aside from her blindfold and ornamental hair sticks, she has a number of accessories that she habitually wears, such as a large pair of silver hoop earrings and numerous silver rings on each hand - one of which, a silvery band set with a violet stone, she wears on her right hand's index finger: This is her official communications accessory for The Midnight Sun, her employer. The enchanted gem is socketed so that it touches her skin at all times, thus allowing her constant access to the telepathic communications network shared by all employees of TMS, simply by virtue of being in uninterrupted physical contact. She uses no weapons, being a peaceable individual.. not to mention the whole blindness thing. She also has a white-and-black, stocky mare named Irabelle, and a fluffy long-haired cat named Jean-Claude.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 12, 2016 21:50:28 GMT -8
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Post by Takhana Veil on Apr 14, 2016 9:38:00 GMT -8
With the twins and Alden both present, Takhana offered a smile, hands folding atop her desk. "Good morning, Lorelei & Lucia. Alden Marshal." Inclining her head in a nod to both twins and friend, she got right to business, as per the usual. "You'll be heading to the mountains on a search and retrieval mission. The target is some form of gemstone. I'm not certain what exactly Madame Naoki needs them for, but it's apparently quite important." Unclasping her fingers, she reached into a drawer of her desk and produced a large scroll, which was offered up to Alden.
"The location of the caves you'll be going to is marked upon this map, and there's also a detailed description of the gems you're looking for on an additional page. There have been rumors of a creature out there that's been attacking humans, so be on your guard." Once the scroll was taken, she clasped her hands on top of her desk again. "The fourth member of your team is currently still undergoing an orientation and introductory debriefing from Madame Naoki, so I suggest you take this time to get whatever you'll need for the trip, and prepare yourselves for an underground trek. She should be ready by the time you get back." The half-Drow tilted her head, smiling at the trio before her. "Any questions?"
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Apr 14, 2016 9:55:04 GMT -8
The twins take the map, looking it over carefully.
Hmm.
Doesn't look too difficult.
No, not at all. Just a little climbing.
Or flying.
The puppets can't fly though.
There's probably a trail anyways.
Gems, huh?
I wonder what they're for.
Probably the magic talking thing.
Probably.
They smile and nod politely.
"That sounds good, Ms. Takhana."
They turn to Alden, heads pivoting simultaneously in a rather mechanical manner. The wooden twins look over as well, in perfect sync with the real ones.
"Should we go to get gear together, Mr. Alden?"
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Leona Malric
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 21
Physical Description: ------------------------------------------------------------
Slim, female girl
Light tan
Middle-long (chest-length) flowing dark brown hair
Light green eyes
Fit physique
5'7ft
130lbs
Slight dark makeup around eyes
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She usually wears light leather armor (her midriff bare), pants, boots and gloves. On her belt she carries two daggers, which are on her back and a shortsword on her left hip.
On her right shoulder she also has a single pauldron made of dragon scales, which she received from her mentor. Attached on that pauldron are four small throwing knives.
Also from that same material, her right sword arm is covered by a couter and a gauntlet.
A longsword is bound to her back.
She usually also carries a longbow and a shield, strapped to her backpack. According to the situation she switches her equipment.
Sword: http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa122/brotherbanzai/DSCF3430.jpg~original
Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Mar 29, 2016 11:51:46 GMT -8
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Post by Leona Malric on Apr 14, 2016 12:02:31 GMT -8
"Oh, there is?" she asked curiously. She had not expected, that this simple thing could change so much. What, was that job about crawling through a spider's hole? Well... "Ehm. Sure thing." she said a little bit confused. That was all she wanted to know? And wasn't that too big of a coincidence? She came in here, hours before her deparment, asking about her fears. And that one thing Leona could think of, would have such an impact, that she had to switch jobs? Not that it bothered her. It was just a thought. She raised and watched Takhana leave her room. Cyronin the Blue was already waiting for her? Oh, heavens. She then gathered all of her belongings as quickly as possible. Akanor sat up and watched her. He felt that something was going to happen soon. "Hey, guess what?" Leona asked Akanor. "We're going on a mission." she said in the slightly higher pitched voice, which she used to talk with him. He understood and started to yelp and jump around from excitement. Leona finished packing her stuff and donned her leather and dragonscale armor. Longsword and backpack on her back, daggers on her belt, knives on her pauldron. She was all set and ready. Leaving the room and locking it behind her, she wondered what room she would get, when she returned. She went downstairs and handed Cecil the key. "Wish me luck, Cecil, I'm going on my first mission. Better take a good look at my butt, because you won't have the chance to do that for a looooooooong time." she said with an evil grin. She then confidently left the inn and The Midnight Sun. Outside she looked around for someone who could be this Cyronin the Blue . She saw a man sitting on a horse, with another one at his side. That had to be him. She approached and asked him. "Excuse me, do you happen to be Cyronin the Blue ? I am Leona Malric." she said. Cyronin had a glance at Leona, characterising her as quickly as possible without seeming overtly intrusive. Well equipped. Poor armour choice - a bare midriff isn't beneficial... for protection, or much, really. Reasonably attractive. Wolf. Not a bad touch."I am Cyronin, yes. I've been assigned as your partner for this mission. We're scouting out Goraia, which you certainly know about already. Simple job. You'll be setting up the scryers and recording, I'll be observing. Mount up and we'll ride." Leona had the horse with all the equipment on it - Cyronin, of course, could not be in close proximity with any of it. His sword was strapped into his bedroll at the side of the horse, and he assumed Leona would do the same. With no further ado, he flicked the reigns of his trusty steed to canter down the streets, hoping the young lady he was partnered with would keep pace. Seeing Cyronin the Blue, Leona couldn't quite shake the feeling, that she had seen him before. But where? Maybe he had walked past her sometime in the Midnight Sun? For combat affinity they would likely add up. Although she preferred to use her sword, since her magic could only enhance her shooting skills that much, two swordsmen fighting a target would just mean getting in each others way. She stripped the sword from her back and fastened it to the side of the horse, taking the bow and tucking it between her backpack, so she could quickly draw it. She mounted the horse and kicked it slightly. It started moving with a relatively slow pace, since there were still a lot of people around it. It would take some time to get used to it. But she had always had a way with them. She closed in to Cyronin. "Goraia? Yeah I know about it, but I've never been there before, since their borders are closed. Do you know why we are scouting a place like that?" she asked curiously.
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Whir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 95
Age: 23
Physical Description: Whir stands approximately six feet and five inches (nearly two meters) tall. His skin ranges from pale to dark blue and is lined with bright markings that do not appear to be tattoos. Dark blue crystals shoot back from his scalp where hair would be on a pure blooded human. He is lithe and corded, muscles defined, but not pronounced.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Simple clothing hangs from Whir's slim body. The only apparent armor a banded chest plate made of what appears to be some dark wood. Resting on a loop attached to the back of this chest piece is a long and narrow sword. To the untrained observer it almost appears as a needle, with the eye replaced by a pommel set with some light blue gem. The sword is in fact, made from a single crystal of orichalcum. The rapier-like double edged blade is nearly indestructible despite its thin profile. A leather wrap starts at the pommel and runs about eighteen inches up the body of the sword, where immediately after, the five foot long blade takes an edge.
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 19:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Whir on Apr 14, 2016 12:19:33 GMT -8
“Well, alright then, there we go. Excellent, that was surprisingly simple. All I’m really looking for is information I don’t have about world events. There’s not really a good way to know what’s happening over in say, Gauldin, besides having someone who is there- or has been there, tell you. In Gauldin specifically, I have a sufficient number of informers and allies, but as far as the rest of the world is concerned, I’m essentially blind, save for what rumors drift about downstairs. I’d like information relating to essentially all aspects of other nations and regions, and their inhabitants. Information about the goings-on in their governments, rumors that circulate, noteworthy locations or events that you happen across, whatever you can find.” “So! Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to make for me a list of everything that you need to travel the world. I intend to outfit you to the best of my ability up front, because I can afford to. Are your boots old? I’ll buy you new ones, that sort of thing. Whatever supplies you might need that would be pertinent, make a list, and I’ll have them provided. I’m also going to give you an assortment of magical communication devices and scrying foci, and you’ll carry those with you. Then, whenever you’re prepared to depart, you will do so, and head to some far off part of the world that I haven’t got enough information about. Once you’re there, you’re going to use the equipment I’ve given you to make regular reports back here, and tell us all about it. If there’s something that I’d like examined in more detail or investigated further, you’ll make a reasonable effort to do so, but not at risk to yourself.” “Every month, I’ll send a messenger out to you with a supply of goods that are valuable in the land you’re currently in. That’ll probably mean gold, in more cases than not. Enough to support your travel-related expenses and some more on top of that as your salary. I’ll send that, and replacements for any supplies that you might need replaced. New boots if you wear yours out, or what-have-you.” “For as long as you continue to supply information I don’t have, I will continue to supply you. Whatever you choose to do with your time beyond gathering and reporting information is yours to spend as you wish, just as so long as it doesn’t get in the way of your job for me. If all of that sounds agreeable to you, there should be some forms and writing supplies in the cabinet to your right. You’ll need to fill out your portions of those, so if you'd be so kind as to bring one of each over here, I'll guide you through filling them out. Though you don’t necessarily need to file for Isranian citizenship- since you're not going to be in the country, I would suggest doing so anyway because that makes doing my taxes simpler.” Whir hadn't been under another's regulation since he left his father's estate. It might prove annoying to have to answer to someone again... Still, what Naoki was offering was more than he expected or needed. And it sounded like if he wanted out of the agreement, he wouldn't be held to it, he'd just lose her support. He got up and found the equipment and paperwork, filling them out with Naoki's instruction. He paused at the form for citizenship. He wasn't sure what that would gain for him. He had been walking unimpeded through these lands so far... But if it came down to it, he could just say that he wasn't a citizen of this world... When the papers were in order, he looked back to the crystal ball. "Any place in particular you'd like me to start?"
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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 Apr 14, 2016 15:04:52 GMT -8
“Pleased to meet you, Ms. Elendrili. You have indeed come to the right person to seek employment within Isra, I am by far the largest- and many would say the best employer in Isra. You seem to quite the level-headed and competent individual, so I’m fairly confident I’ll be able to offer you a position you’ll find suitable. To do that, I would like to ask you about yourself. I’d like to know what field of work you’d be most interested in, and what skills, capabilities, and talents you have.” Indil nodded along with the woman's statements. After all, employment couldn't be expected unless she had some valuable skills. "Indeed, Madame Naoki, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am, as I mentioned, a Ranger. I can track and hunt, have no difficulties with long treks, and I am skilled with the bow. I also have some understanding of wild flora, as well as small magics to aid in the hunt." She gave a light shrug. She disliked discussing herself and so did so with expediency more than false modesty. She was stating her skills. Demonstration of her mastery of them would come when put to her use. "Though I believe my professional skills are what you would require most, honesty requires me to add that I also have genteel talents as well. I can conduct myself with deportment and sing and play some instruments." It was at once both obvious and impossible to imagine the stoic Elf dressed and performing like a fine lady. Clearly, however, they were not skills she utilized often. "What sort of work you might use me for depends on what you require." she said with another light shrug. "If you can use one such as me I would be honored for it." The image of Madame Naoki within the orb continues to nod slowly as Indil speaks to her capabilities. The faint tracings of a smile play at the corners of her mouth. “You know, Ms. Elendrili, you make a good impression. I can’t quite articulate why, but you seem very capable. I like you, and will gladly accept your services. To start with, I have one task in mind that should make use of your skills as a Ranger, but after that, let’s reevaluate things and perhaps place you into another position; I’m in need of individuals who can fulfill leadership roles.” “To formalize your employment, I’m going to have to ask that you fill out some paperwork, and file for Isranian citizenship. All of the relevant documents should be in the cabinet to your right, if you’d be so kind as to retrieve one of each, along with some writing tools, I’ll guide you through filling them out. After those forms are completed, I’d like you to head up to the third floor, to the second door on the right. That is the office of my associate Takhana Veil ; she will guide you through the rest of the initiation process and give you your first assignment.”
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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 Apr 14, 2016 15:05:41 GMT -8
“Well, alright then, there we go. Excellent, that was surprisingly simple. All I’m really looking for is information I don’t have about world events. There’s not really a good way to know what’s happening over in say, Gauldin, besides having someone who is there- or has been there, tell you. In Gauldin specifically, I have a sufficient number of informers and allies, but as far as the rest of the world is concerned, I’m essentially blind, save for what rumors drift about downstairs. I’d like information relating to essentially all aspects of other nations and regions, and their inhabitants. Information about the goings-on in their governments, rumors that circulate, noteworthy locations or events that you happen across, whatever you can find.” “So! Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to make for me a list of everything that you need to travel the world. I intend to outfit you to the best of my ability up front, because I can afford to. Are your boots old? I’ll buy you new ones, that sort of thing. Whatever supplies you might need that would be pertinent, make a list, and I’ll have them provided. I’m also going to give you an assortment of magical communication devices and scrying foci, and you’ll carry those with you. Then, whenever you’re prepared to depart, you will do so, and head to some far off part of the world that I haven’t got enough information about. Once you’re there, you’re going to use the equipment I’ve given you to make regular reports back here, and tell us all about it. If there’s something that I’d like examined in more detail or investigated further, you’ll make a reasonable effort to do so, but not at risk to yourself.” “Every month, I’ll send a messenger out to you with a supply of goods that are valuable in the land you’re currently in. That’ll probably mean gold, in more cases than not. Enough to support your travel-related expenses and some more on top of that as your salary. I’ll send that, and replacements for any supplies that you might need replaced. New boots if you wear yours out, or what-have-you.” “For as long as you continue to supply information I don’t have, I will continue to supply you. Whatever you choose to do with your time beyond gathering and reporting information is yours to spend as you wish, just as so long as it doesn’t get in the way of your job for me. If all of that sounds agreeable to you, there should be some forms and writing supplies in the cabinet to your right. You’ll need to fill out your portions of those, so if you'd be so kind as to bring one of each over here, I'll guide you through filling them out. Though you don’t necessarily need to file for Isranian citizenship- since you're not going to be in the country, I would suggest doing so anyway because that makes doing my taxes simpler.” Whir hadn't been under another's regulation since he left his father's estate. It might prove annoying to have to answer to someone again... Still, what Naoki was offering was more than he expected or needed. And it sounded like if he wanted out of the agreement, he wouldn't be held to it, he'd just lose her support. He got up and found the equipment and paperwork, filling them out with Naoki's instruction. He paused at the form for citizenship. He wasn't sure what that would gain for him. He had been walking unimpeded through these lands so far... But if it came down to it, he could just say that he wasn't a citizen of this world... When the papers were in order, he looked back to the crystal ball. "Any place in particular you'd like me to start?" “Not particularly, no. I hear rumors of a land south of Gauldin, but haven’t received trustworthy confirmation or denial of its existence. You could look into that, or perhaps the deserts to the south. I’ve heard rumblings of large scale activity there, but again, lack any reliable information about it. I’ll have you provided with a map. One of my associates is capable of creating enchanted parchment that can be made to be altered from afar. I will ask them to create a large map of the world as we’re aware of it, and leave you to fill in the parts we don’t. Along with this arrangement, I’ll also have you provided with any information you might need to suitably do your job. Have you made that list, as well?” Naoki sits up in an attempt to look down on the documents on the table. However, due to the nature of how the crystal ball’s field of view works, she cannot quite see. All this motion accomplishes is placing her cleavage firmly in the field of view, and causing them to jiggle slightly as she cranes her neck, trying to resolve the documents.
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The Starlight Dawn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 116
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun/Starlight Dawn, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 5:08:38 GMT -8
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Post by The Starlight Dawn on Apr 14, 2016 15:06:22 GMT -8
Tristian peered about the interior of the establishment in a curious manner. Then he looked back to the Lieutenant when she spoke, and nodded. "Excellent. I have to admit, I'm rather eager to have some real food. Far too long on nothing but what I could hunt while on the run, and camp rations." The scent of something delicious in the air was intoxicating, making his stomach grumble, although thankfully the noise was lost below the noise of the crowd within the building. And he was able to keep his composure, despite sniffing the air appreciatively. Ah, real food. He couldn't wait. A thoroughly unremarkable host approaches, and nods to the pair. Without any questions as to their intention or party size, he beckons them to follow, and leads the way up the stairs to a table for two on one of the second floor balconies. After seeing them seated, the host departs. After giving the pair an appropriate amount of time to peruse the menu, a modestly dressed waitress approaches, notepad in hand. “May I take your orders?”
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Whir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 95
Age: 23
Physical Description: Whir stands approximately six feet and five inches (nearly two meters) tall. His skin ranges from pale to dark blue and is lined with bright markings that do not appear to be tattoos. Dark blue crystals shoot back from his scalp where hair would be on a pure blooded human. He is lithe and corded, muscles defined, but not pronounced.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Simple clothing hangs from Whir's slim body. The only apparent armor a banded chest plate made of what appears to be some dark wood. Resting on a loop attached to the back of this chest piece is a long and narrow sword. To the untrained observer it almost appears as a needle, with the eye replaced by a pommel set with some light blue gem. The sword is in fact, made from a single crystal of orichalcum. The rapier-like double edged blade is nearly indestructible despite its thin profile. A leather wrap starts at the pommel and runs about eighteen inches up the body of the sword, where immediately after, the five foot long blade takes an edge.
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 19:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Whir on Apr 14, 2016 18:10:43 GMT -8
"Not particularly, no. I hear rumors of a land south of Gauldin, but haven’t received trustworthy confirmation or denial of its existence. You could look into that, or perhaps the deserts to the south. I’ve heard rumblings of large scale activity there, but again, lack any reliable information about it. I’ll have you provided with a map. One of my associates is capable of creating enchanted parchment that can be made to be altered from afar. I will ask them to create a large map of the world as we’re aware of it, and leave you to fill in the parts we don’t. Along with this arrangement, I’ll also have you provided with any information you might need to suitably do your job. Have you made that list, as well?” Naoki sits up in an attempt to look down on the documents on the table. However, due to the nature of how the crystal ball’s field of view works, she cannot quite see. All this motion accomplishes is placing her cleavage firmly in the field of view, and causing them to jiggle slightly as she cranes her neck, trying to resolve the documents. "Ah, my apologies," Whir replied. "I have never had another looking after me and I had completely forgotten you mentioned a list of what I'd need." Whir rummages around in his head for a moment. "Honestly, I find carrying around coins a bit undesirable. Perhaps a few small gemstones instead for whatever you feel my information is worth. Between that and that enchanted map, I should be good for quite a while!" If Whir had noticed Naoki's ample cleavage, he gave no indication. All the forms he had filled out were somewhat confusing and most of his attention was focused on the words therein to prevent them from swimming around the paper.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Apr 14, 2016 18:18:53 GMT -8
Alden looks at Takhana then at the twins. He shrugs his shoulders, he already had a rucksack but if he was leaving Isra he'd need provisions. He nods his consent to the girls and heads downstairs. He could probably get some dried food from the kitchens.
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