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 May 3, 2016 19:46:40 GMT -8
Takhana breathed a sound that could only be described as one of longing when Zaor pulled her closer, and she kissed him with all she was worth. Her lips moving against his, conveying to him without words the way she felt, that she would never leave him. But reality began to sink in, reminding her that they were sitting on the floor of her office in a less-than-comfortable position, and she pulled away, gasping softly.
"Zaor.. come home with me. Please. I don't want you to stay here.. I just want to be with you." Her voice was pleading, but she would understand if he chose to remain here instead. They had cleared up this misunderstanding, so that was a step in the right direction.
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Artemis
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 205
Physical Description: Artemis is a sturdily built woman of medium height, with blonde hair tied back in a professional bun. Clad in a sharp black business suit, with black tie, dress shirt, and gloves, her appearance is utterly unremarkable; save for a single, flawless, purple gem, set on a simple black ribbon, worn choker-style around her throat. Her demeanor is such that she blends seamlessly into the background of any situation when her services are not required.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 6:26:06 GMT -8
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Post by Artemis on May 3, 2016 19:49:52 GMT -8
Artemis suppresses a sigh as she comes down the stairs behind Naoki. Another day, another commotion, another bleeding person entering or exiting the bar. This time the culprit is a blue-haired elf, the next day, it'll be some muscled-up dwarf. Life has a way of repeating itself.
She takes the healing gems from Naoki, but retains them as she realizes that Rani is a healer, and slips the orbs back to Naoki. It seems their services would not be needed today.
Emerald eyes scan the assembled crowd, and she runs through the building's security in her head. The woman was wounded, came here abruptly, and mentioned coming out of combat. It would not be unreasonable to assume that she could be being pursued. There was also the additional threat of the crowd of unknowns, and the rather odd behavior of the woman's sword. Unknowns, variables, possibilities - all would be treated as certain threats until disproven. Naoki's safety depended on it. That was all the reason she needed.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 25, 2024 0:17:59 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2016 19:57:42 GMT -8
"I would like nothing better, Lady Takhana," he mutters in a hushed whisper, bringing his hand around to her face once more to gingerly trace his fingertips over her cheek. "... I want to stay near you, and I... I'm afraid of my surroundings. There's too much right now," he confesses, letting his hands come to rest easily upon his knees for now. She really was his pillar of strength now... and a part of him wanted her to be there for him beyond his time of healing. For now... this would suffice. She wasn't angry with him anymore or offended... at least he made amends with her. That did his soul a world of good.
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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 May 3, 2016 20:15:25 GMT -8
Lifting the now conscious elf to her feet, Whir lets her take her own weight.
Noticing Artemis scanning the room, he transmits through his earring. "Artemis, I know I wasn't followed from the plaza. Unfortunately I can't say more than that."
Looking over toward Naoki he asks quietly, "you want me to take her somewhere, boss?"
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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 May 3, 2016 20:21:44 GMT -8
Relief filtered through her, and Takhana smiled, caressing his cheeks. Then she pulled away from him and stood, reaching down to offer her hand to him and help Zaor to his feet. "Let's go, then. I'm in no mindset to do work." Once he had his scepter and was standing, she led him out of the room - being sure to lock it behind her - and down the stairs. Seeing that there was congestion in the front room (and not wanting to confront her employer about why she was there), she guided him out a back door, to navigate their way home.
<Exit to 42 Garden Street>
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Calico Swartz
Dedicated
Time for some R&R
Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 29
Physical Description: Calico is a person with a bird's head. Please don't mention it. It's very rude. He stands about 5'9" and has well-groomed feathers.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears tailored clothing reading glasses. On his person, he carries a pair of opera glasses, a pipe, and a pen and notebook.
Registered: Oct 5, 2015 15:05:49 GMT -8
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Post by Calico Swartz on May 3, 2016 21:09:35 GMT -8
“Unfortunately, the only list I have is a mental one. There are so many tasks that need doing, with varying degrees of regularity and involvement, that to compose an exhaustive list when none was necessary would be an exercise in futility. Regardless, I’ll have one made for you in the fullness of time. For the time being, your responsibilities will involve the literal management of the personnel, signing for shipments of ingredients, and generally facilitating things from a position of authority. Skarlet is in charge of managing the wait staff and the operational matters downstairs, so simply make sure that she has what she needs. If anyone comes looking for me, direct them to The Citadel. Additionally, I suggest setting up in the office suite to the left of this one. There are too many things in here for me to move out with any degree of expediency, and you need to start to work essentially immediately. I’ll have the documents that would be relevant to your management moved over in the next few days, along with a full list of the things I expect you to do.” Taking the completed form in hand, and pausing for a moment to examine it and verify its credibility, she tucks it away into one of the drawers on her desk. Next, she raises her left hand, displaying her palm to Calico. The silver signet ring bearing the symbol of The Midnight Sun. A constant accessory of hers for the past four years. With the signing of that contract, now essentially unfit for her hand. Technically, she still owns the whole shebang, and would be very well justified in wearing the ring. However, the purpose of the ring is to identify the acting leader. Which is no longer her, as strange as that is to think. After a moment more of wistful contemplation, she slides the ring off and places it in place of the contract before Calico on the table. A light crease is visible on her finger where the ring once sat, which she rubs at absently. Her new ring would have to be made slightly larger, she muses. With that ceremony complete, Madame Naoki stands, and addresses Calico once again. “However, for the time being, I must depart. I have a dinner to attend, and there’s apparently a woman bleeding profusely on the carpet downstairs. We’ll be in touch, and I’ll inform you more specifically of your duties over the next short while. Until we speak again.” After nodding solemnly, Naoki bends down to pick up her bag sitting on the floor to the side of her desk, and makes for the exit, pausing for a moment to futilely attempt to pat the feathers on the top of Calico’s head back into place. Leaving him to his state of perpetual-ruffledness, she departs with Artemis in tow, leaving the door open behind her. Her paces take her down the stairs, once, twice, down to the primary eating hall, and toward the area near the door where Whir and his injured companion are beginning to gather a crowd. A low " he-hem" clears a path through the crowd, and Madame Naoki approaches the group gathered near the door. Though she had been expecting to find an injured woman, the severity of her injuries seem to be greater than Naoki was expecting. However, she wastes no time in horrification, instead approaching more closely, and bending down at the knee in a position somewhat near to the unconscious woman’s head. She gives Whir a moment of her attention before looking to assess the injuries. Lots of bleeding, that’s for sure. But none of the gashes seem to have penetrated to anything vital. Superficial wounds are easy to fix, she muses, reaching a hand into the pouch on her hip. Pulling out a pair of rubies, she hands them off to Artemis. Artemis is more adept in the ways of channeling their magic, and in situations such as these where it doesn’t particularly matter, it would be preferable to have her do it. She also gives the troll and the sword clasped so tightly in the woman’s arms a glance, but only a single, passing one each, judging neither to be immediately relevant to the most pressing matter at hand. Figuring it best to leave the woman’s head undisturbed, and seeing the woman’s hands wrapped tightly around the hilt of the sword, Naoki places two of her fingers on the elf’s inner elbow, and attempts to locate a pulse. As she’s counting mentally, she levies inquisitive glances at both Whir and the troll, expecting someone to explain exactly what’s going on here. "Oh...thank you very much, Madame." Calico takes the ring, slipping it onto his own finger. It fits surprisingly well, due to his slender hand structure. Chirping softly as Naoki leaves, he glances around at the office. It's very neat, but has a distinctly lived-in feel. Clearly, there are still bits and pieces of Naoki's belongings lying about. Letting out a soft tweet, he pulls out his pipe and lights it, taking a puff. Blowing out a cloud of birdseed-scented smoke, he starts thinking about things he'd need to do. The longer he thought, the longer the list got. My, Naoki was a very busy woman. |
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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.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on May 3, 2016 21:37:54 GMT -8
Madame Naoki watches carefully as Whir explains the situation more fully, the troll introduces themselves, and begins to tend to the woman. Regardless of Naoki’s personal impressions, they seem to do a reasonable job of healing the elf’s injuries, and indeed, restoring the elf to consciousness. She accepts the gems from Artemis, and slips them back into her pouch, before standing, taking a step back to give the elf some space. Even though she’s clutching a massive sword, the woman seems pleasant and civilized enough, which is always a bonus.
“Welcome back to the land of the living, Miss. I’m not quite sure about any wizards, but you’re currently sitting inside The Midnight Sun, Isra’s preeminent eatery, gambling house, and inn. I am Madame Naoki, owner of this establishment, and newly elected Lady of this fine city. This is my companion, Artemis, my associate, Whir, and Ms…” Naoki pauses for a moment to recall the annunciation, “Ms. Ranijarashi. Who is evidently a healer of some sort. You were injured rather severely before she tended to your wounds.”
With a sharp shake of her tail, Naoki instructs the rapidly forming crowd to disperse. Whatever this woman is going though, it wouldn’t be helped any by a bunch of gawkers. The crowd generally obeys, having learned to respect the authority of The Tail.
Taking Whir’s suggestion, Naoki inclines her head in the direction of the double doors leading to the inn. “Perhaps you’d like to move somewhere more… quiet to recover. The inn is that way.”
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on May 3, 2016 22:14:13 GMT -8
Being set on her feet, Emahra planted the tip of her sword to the ground to steady herself, and cast a look at the man who'd set her upright. He was given a grateful look, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that he was the person who'd found her and brought her to what was, apparently, a safe place. Her gaze drifted back to the cat-eared woman, then, and her brow furrowed in puzzlement. Isra. That.. wasn't a name she was familiar with. How far away had that damned wizard flung her, anyway? Emahra grimaced slightly. She vaguely remembered flying through the air, hitting something hard.. that was the last thing she remembered. Well, first things first: She turned formally to both Whir and Rani, curling her right hand into a fist and placing it over her heart - left hand remaining gripping her sword's hilt - and fashioned a deep bow to the two.
"Sirrah, my lady, you both have my deepest gratitude for your assistance in the rescue and restoration of my person. Should either of you ever require anything, I would gladly lay my services at your feet in hopes that I may return the favor." Straightening slowly, as the lowering of her head had inspired a small amount of dizziness, she turned back to the woman who had introduced herself as Naoki. Satisfied that her balance was restored sufficiently, she lifted the point of her sword from the floor and instead settled the item at her left hip, pressing the blue flame crest on the crossguard against the belt slung around her hips. A rune-inscribed leather sheathe manifested around the blade, and it was left to hang there while she gave a respectful nod to the feline woman.
"`Tis kind of you to welcome me back from the darkness, Lady Naoki, and I am greatly appreciative of your offer to recuperate in peace. I believe this would be a wise decision, as I find myself rather disoriented. I have never heard of your fine city, and I am very puzzled as to how far away the wizard cast me. Perhaps someone could tell me how far we are from Caasreilan, the Golden City?" A rather hopeful look was turned upon all those around her. If they were close to the golden metropolis, she could make her way back in relatively short time, assuming she could find a reputable horse seller. And from there it would just be a few months' journey back to the mountains that separated Kehl-Nari from the mainland, and she could prove that wizard's wicked words the lie they were.
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on May 4, 2016 1:33:58 GMT -8
"Ah, tank ya, I just doin my job." Rani smiles behind her thin pink veil. "I have been to a White City, but not one of gold in my travels."
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Post by Republic of Atlanticus on May 4, 2016 10:19:33 GMT -8
An Atlantian messenger leaves a letter and runs. Letter is a valuable contract looking for two healers. Pay is great and well worth the risk.
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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 May 4, 2016 23:59:28 GMT -8
Madame Naoki listens carefully as the elf continues to speak. Evidently a relatively cultured sort, or at least someone who can speak well. In combination with that sword- which the elf presumably has some level of skill with, whoever this is, they’re someone of significant note. Somewhere, at least. After taking a moment to think, Naoki responds to the query.
“I don’t believe I’ve ever heard of a location named Caasreilan, or any city that is known as ‘Golden’. I suspect you may be farther from your land of origin than is… preferable. Let’s move out of this noise, though.”
With a beckoning movement, Naoki attempts to lead the assembled persons out of the Sun’s entryway and over through the double doors of the Inn, and into one of the more spacious vacant suites. The accommodations are as they tend to be, of significant quality and though perhaps a bit worn, not unclean, but cozy. Naoki assumes a position standing in one corner of the room, and as she waits for the rest of the group to enter, mentally sends for some refreshments and a copy of a world map.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on May 5, 2016 0:17:32 GMT -8
..Neither the Lady Healer nor the Lady of this city had heard of Cassreilan? It was the biggest city on the continent! Perhaps in the world, although Emahra hadn't ventured off of the landmass of Ylidar to know for sure, as the continent of Trras'dei'nar was supposedly full of barbarians and terrible monsters, and not many people knew about the far-flung desert lands, anyway. Withdrawn from her puzzled musings by the suggestion to depart from the noisy area into the quiet one, Emahra followed with obvious eagerness. Her head was pounding, though she wasn't sure how much of that was noise, how much was confusion, and how much was lingering after-effects of her injuries. When they entered the room, her shoulders relaxed visibly, and she sighed.. then abruptly realized she'd made a serious social goof, and turned to Naoki with a small frown, bowing deeply.
"Forgive my rudeness, Lady of Isra; in my disoriented state, I neglected to properly introduce myself. Perhaps it was for the best, given our location at the time, but I digress. Allow me to correct that oversight now that we are in a less hectic locale." Once the words had left her lips, she straightened, assuming a confident posture; spine straight, shoulders back, chin ever so slightly raised, feet together, left hand resting on the pommel of the sword at her hip, right hand tucked against the small of her back. It was a very nearly militaristic pose, but she looked entirely comfortable standing in such a manner. Her gaze and features were both unguarded despite this posture, currently filled with a thoughtful gleam and expression, respectively.
"I am Emahra Untyrid, of the House Untyrid, Heir Apparent to the throne of Kehl-Nari.. although it would appear that I am so far from even the nation bordering my homeland, that I presume you likely have not heard of it, either." This last statement was paired with a small upward tilt of the right corner of her mouth, into something that was almost, but not quite, a crooked half-smile. Her pointed ears twitched, listening for any potentially anomalous sounds around her, the movement stirring the curtain of her hair occasionally. This alertness was far more in keeping with her rigid stance than her at-ease demeanor was.
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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 May 5, 2016 16:53:25 GMT -8
Whir follows the group into the suite, taking up the rear of the line if Artemis doesn't. After entering the room, he props himself up against the wall next to the door. Considering those in attendance, his presence likely isn't required, but he is somewhat interested in the blue-haired elf and her neat sword.
After hearing the elf speak, Whir ventures a quick statement. "I've been pretty far and wide and I can say with some certainty that your homeland is not anywhere on our continent."
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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.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on May 5, 2016 18:49:37 GMT -8
Madame Naoki waves a hand dismissively.
“No apologies are necessary; you’ve been nothing but courteous, and one can’t be expected to practice flawless etiquette in such circumstances as yours. I can only imagine how disorienting this all must be for you. Regardless, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady Untyrid. I’m afraid that what Whir said is quite correct; this is the first I’ve heard of any of the names you’re mentioning, and my knowledge of the world as it is known here borders on the encyclopedic. It would seem that you’re awfully far from your home; I’m mildly surprised we’re speaking the same language.”
“Regardless, allow me to formally welcome you to the City-State of Isra. As stated, I am Madame Naoki, and as of a few hours ago, I lead this nation. I would like to speak with you at a greater length later, and assist you in either attempting to return to your lands or find a place here, but regrettably, I’m late for dinner. I was invited to dinner by one of my associates in the government, and it would be rather rude to keep him waiting any longer. Whir- if you would be so kind, and if you haven’t got anything better to do, would you stick around for a while and assist Lady Untyrid here in getting acquainted with things and ensure that she doesn’t encounter any further difficulties? I’ve sent for food, drink, and maps, but if you could hang around and see to her needs- conversational or otherwise until I return, I’m sure we would both be grateful.”
“With that said, I must depart. I should return in a few hours. Until then.”
Madame Naoki nods to both Whir and Emahra in turn, and lingers in the doorway to see if either of them have anything further to say.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on May 5, 2016 19:14:52 GMT -8
Ema decided she liked this woman; she was polite, courteous, well-spoken, and obviously intelligent. Thus it was that when Naoki made to leave, she gave the Lady another deep bow. "I do apologize for disrupting your evening plans, Lady of Isra, and I am deeply grateful for your thoughtful assistance." She straightened once more, fixing Naoki with a bright smile. "I am in your debt, and will gladly do whatever I can to repay you, should the need ever arise." She snapped a brisk salute of right hand curled into a fist and placed sharply over her heart, and remained as such until Naoki left.
Once the cat-eared female had departed, she turned to Whir and gave him a curious glance. She'd never seen a man like him before, and she didn't have an ounce of magic in her, but she could tell he was at least somewhat magical. What concerned her was the statements both had made about her homeland being far from here. It was clear that she wasn't on the continent she was familiar with, nor was it at all likely she was on the distant-but-connected continent of Trras'dei'nar. This left two possibilities, one of which was far less alarming than the other: She had been transported to another continent she wasn't aware of.. or she had been sent to another world entirely.
The latter concept made her feel somewhat ill, and Emahra, who had never been good at hiding her emotions, grimaced openly as she moved toward a vacant seat. Settling carefully into the chair, she assumed a thoughtful pose; right leg crossed over left at the knee, elbows resting on the chair's arms, and hands upraised, fingertips pressed together into a steeple. Her eyes stared past the barrier of her fingers, flicking rapidly from side to side in small movements as she fought to corral her thoughts into something productive. There wasn't much she could do until she saw a map, and even then, she may need to seek out a powerful magic user to discern if she was even on the same planet.
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on May 6, 2016 18:14:53 GMT -8
"If there's anything else I could help with I'd be glad to. As a Shaman, I do what I can to help the world and its inhabitants and the spirit world." Rani offered to Emahra.
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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 May 7, 2016 19:21:17 GMT -8
"Absolutely, Lady Naoki," Whir responded to his newly-promoted patron.
After Naoki had gone, Whir moved over to the elven-looking girl. "As instructed, please allow me to dote on you, miss Untyrid. My name, as you may have gathered, is Whir, but you may call me Whir if you like." He posed thoughtfully for a moment before continuing. "Tell me, does such a wonderful color come naturally to the hair of your people?"
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on May 7, 2016 20:16:02 GMT -8
Those golden eyes flicked up toward Rani as the girl spoke, and Emahra managed a small smile. "I thank you, Lady Ranijarashi. Your offer is appreciated.. but unless you can tell me where my home is, I am afraid there is little you can do for me." Before she could return to her introspection, Whir grabbed her attention, and she lowered her hands long enough to pull her sword away from her hip. The sheathe disappeared when it was pulled away from the belt, and she set the blade point-down on the floor, leaning the sword itself against the chair arm to her left. She then returned to her prior position, hands steepled, and gave him a smile as well.
"`Tis a pleasure to meet you properly, Lord Whir, and I thank you for being so willing to accommodate a stranger to your lands. As for my hair color, in a way, yes. This particular color was most common to the Untyrid line, but shades of blue, green, violet, and white are frequently seen in the Kehl-Nari Elves.. or at least.. they were... I am not certain if it still is." Her tone grew morose, her eyes filling with confusion and sorrow, as she remembered what the wizard had said. Was he lying? She couldn't be sure. Were her people really all dead? Was she truly the last? Her gaze flicked up to Whir again, and those golden eyes were filled with a pleading hope.
"Lord Whir, you said you are well-traveled.. is there another continent on this world, perhaps?" She was silently begging him to confirm that she was in fact still on the same planet. She needed to know that she wasn't completely lost, unable to go home and stranded in a strange world.. forever.
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on May 8, 2016 1:06:14 GMT -8
Rani had been spaced out for a short while, when she came to she was glad the Elf was still here. "Ohai! I was talking to da spirits. Dey say you're unfamiliar, dat ya from anudda plane of existence. I've neva encountered anyting like dis before."
The troll realizes this may not be the best news, "I'm sorry, your home is not on our world."
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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 May 8, 2016 15:15:16 GMT -8
"I wouldn't call them continents," Whir began, "more like large islands. They're known as Gauldin and Alban. Neither have ever supported blue-haired elves to my knowledge. Much of Alban is unknown though, and I've heard tales of wild fae of all sorts that stalk the lands." He glanced at Rani for a moment. "If what the shaman here says is true, then I doubt your kingdom is part of those lands."
When the men came bearing the food and drink Naoki had sent for, Whir showed them to the table and bade them set it there. "I don't know if our cuisine matches your own, princess, but the stuff here is 'the good stuff.'" After the speech, he picks up a chunk of bread and lavishes it with cheese and dried meat. He takes a large bite to show their guest the food has not been tampered with. "Help yourself," he says, after swallowing. Pouring a glass of the wine, he grimaces a little. "Not sweet enough." He turns to one of the servers and asks them to have Kevin mix him a pitcher of Heartbreak.
Turning back to the table, he takes the rolled maps and unfurls it across the large table. "This is Isra," he says, pointing at their location on the map. "Over here is Medan, this is Sorala, Atlanticus, Land Tiller's, Black Vale, and Asgeir," he explains as he points towards each. "There are a few other lands that I haven't been through, but none are known to be as you have described your home."
Whir took a step back to let the elf examine the parchments herself. Perhaps some shore line or landmark would be familiar to her.
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