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 8, 2016 15:39:02 GMT -8
Ema went still as stone when Rani spoke, and she remained silent and unmoving as her golden eyes darkened. The troll woman claimed she was from another plane.. had the wizard truly thrown her through time and space itself, to another world, another dimension? How was she able to speak the language? Admittedly some words sounded.. odd, but she was in a distant land... No, she had to admit it to herself. She was so far away from her home that she would never be going back. It didn't matter if the wizard spoke truth and that all her people were dead, her kingdom never to be reclaimed.. if she couldn't get back to her world, what was the point in caring? She was the last Kehl-Nari.
Rousing herself from her melancholy, Emahra raised her golden eyes to stare at Whir as he spoke. She said not a word, and made no movements, even as food was offered and the map was spread out across the table.. although she did wince visibly at being called 'princess'. Did she even deserve that title, now? She was the last of a people, the last of a royal line, but she was no longer on a world where any of that meant anything. Her gaze dropped to the map, and as she looked at the places he pointed out, her heart sank. Sinking back further into her chosen seat, she tried very hard not to let it show just how dismayed she was by what she was about to say.
"Please forgive me, Lord Whir, if I do not seem to have much of an appetite. You see, none of these places sound familiar to me.. nor do I recognize any of these landmasses... To perhaps further complicate matters, I cannot read the script upon this map." She pressed her steepled digits further together and closed the spaces between them until her palms met, and then she tilted her hands so that the tips of her index fingers were against her lips. Her mind was racing. She had been cast through some sort of portal into a world not her own. She was in a strange city. And she couldn't read the language. Emahra wasn't the type to panic, but she came dangerously close as she inhaled a sharp breath through her nose and clenched her jaw.
"..It would seem Lady Ranijarashi is correct. Prior to my injuries, I was doing battle with a wizard. He claimed that my people were all dead, and that I was the last of them.. and I was admittedly stunned by this information. He created some sort of aperture and before I could recover, attacked me, sending me through the opening. I suppose that portal led to this city. I have no reason to doubt that I am now on a world far from my own, and that I.. will not be going home." Her voice, already slightly muffled by the presence of her fingertips so near to her lips, thickened with the threat of tears, and a glassy sheen appeared over her eyes. But she blinked it rapidly away and cleared her throat, although her breathing was unsteady as she lowered her hands, laid them atop the armrests, and stood.
"I hate to impose upon you, Lord Whir, but it seems that I will be here for the foreseeable future.. as such, I will need to learn to read the alphabet of this land. Could I perhaps request a great boon of you, that being your assistance in this endeavor?" Her lips quirked ever so slightly upwards at the corners as she looked at Whir, but there was a desperation in her eyes. She was minutes away from unraveling, but having something to distract her, a purpose, a goal to work toward, would help postpone the breakdown. She prayed he would be kind enough to give her that distraction.
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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.
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Post by Whir on May 8, 2016 16:33:56 GMT -8
"Please, just Whir. I am no lord nor do I ever wish to be." He smiled at the elf with as much charm as he could muster.
"Help you learn our written language? Hmm. To be honest, m'lady, I think that may be a little past my abilities. I'm a wanderer myself. If it weren't for my..." Whir pauses as though searching for a proper word, "elaborate upbringing, I probably wouldn't be able to read myself. Still, I know that Lady Naoki will certainly have resources available to help you acclimate to our cultural quirks."
"So none of the map is familiar to you? That's a shame. Even so, as I understand it, The Midnight Sun's resources are great. Do not give up hope of finding your way home just yet. There are many powerful magics in this world, surely something can be used to forge a path homeward."
Turning back towards the table, his speech softens a little, "even if you aren't hungry, you should eat something. It sounds like you've been through an ordeal and in my experience, food creates the energy to preserver." When he finishes, the server he sent down to Kevin returns with a pitcher in hand. "Ah, great! Thank you, friend," he says to the man. After overturning two cups, he pours the drink into both, filling one about half full and the other nearly to the brim. Grabbing a cup in each hand, he offers the one half-full to the elf maiden. "This is a sweet drink that will help you relax. There's nothing suspicious about it, trust me." He turns his own cup to his mouth and drinks deeply. "That is the stuff!"
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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 8, 2016 17:04:54 GMT -8
Something about her seemed to wilt, even though her physical appearance changed not at all. Emahra forced a small smile and nodded to Whir. "Of course, I understand completely. Thank you for all your assistance." Perhaps she could figure it out on her own. Just sound things out and try to match up the letters. She turned to investigate the room briefly, stopping only when she located parchment, inkwell, and quill, then returned to the table. Looking at the designation for Isra on the map, she wrote down the word in her own language, then copied the letters on the map. Then she proceeded to write down the other names on the map, and finally wrote her own alphabet down the left side of the piece of paper. She was very methodical as she tried to match up letters to the unknowns. She paused only when Whir offered the drink, and seemed to hesitate for a moment before reaching out to take the cup.
"Thank you." Bringing the cup to her lips, she took a small sip, then set it aside and returned to her work. There were only a few letters that weren't available on the map, but then she shuffled through the other documents present and was able to piece them together easily enough. Grammar and punctuation seemed to be fairly universal, which was a relief.. one less thing she'd have to worry about. Every so often, she reached out and grabbed a small piece of food, but she didn't stop writing. She needed something to do, or she felt sure she was going to go mad. After a time, she spoke once more, although she didn't stop what she was doing.
"Lord Wh--" She stopped herself and shook her head, then forged ahead once more after a moment. "I apologize, force of habit. Whir, I understand that the Lady of Isra asked you to remain and assist me, but I would not want to keep you from any important endeavors. I have been alone in various strange places most of my life, albeit not ones quite so far removed from what I am familiar with, and I am quite capable of fending for myself." To show that she wasn't trying to dismiss him, she stopped and flicked golden eyes up to his face, offering him a small smile. "Tending a displaced Elf cannot be terribly interesting, after all, regardless of how I came to be here." She dropped her gaze back to the parchment and resumed writing.
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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 17:21:26 GMT -8
"Even so, m'lady, I was ordered to stay for now. And I can't set out so late in the night anyway." He smiled a genuine one this time. He had made her uncomfortable and his boyish charms wouldn't help now.
Walking around the table to the other side, he began perusing the map again. Pointing at her writing above Isra, he noted their shape. "Are the symbols in your alphabet by sound or by syllable? My writing is poor, but if I can help by sounding out words, I'd be more than happy to."
Whir took another long drink of his Heartbreak. This woman was definitely hardened. No mere coddled princess would be trying to learn a new language having been thrust into the circumstances that had befallen Emahra. One day he would have to ply her for the history of her people and compare it to those he was already familiar with.
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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 8, 2016 17:59:07 GMT -8
"Very well. I would not mind the company, in truth." Boyish charms didn't bother her terribly, she was just a very focused individual.. in fact she didn't seem to know how to properly interact with the opposite gender aside from general politeness. Glancing up at Whir when he came around to her side of the table, Emahra then followed his pointing finger and nodded slightly. "They are by sound. If you could help me in any way, I would be most appreciative."
She continued to work, pausing only occasionally to drink or eat. She was driven, a woman on a mission, but that had always been her way. Emahra wouldn't rest until she was satisfied. With Whir's assistance, she would familiarize herself with the alphabet until she felt capable enough in her ability to write the words she could speak, working well into the night, before finally returning to the chair she'd occupied prior. Slumping tiredly, she steepled her fingers before her once more, and laid her head against the chair's back with a sigh.
"I am immensely grateful for your help, Whir. I feel confident enough in my ability to form the letters of this nation, at least, to seek a new life within this city." His words about finding a way back to her home had been considered.. but what was the point? If her people were dead, she had no reason to return to Kehl-Nari. Why would she reclaim a kingdom with no inhabitants? Her lips curved into a small frown at the thought. No.. she might as well make the best of a bad situation. Her gaze suddenly sharpened, and she fixed them upon Whir. "Do you think Lady Naoki would be willing to accept my services in some capacity? I feel indebted to her, and would like to offer them."
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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 18:13:37 GMT -8
Hours meandering by as the pair work on matching Ema's alphabet to the common tongue of Isra, Whir finds himself growing tired. Perhaps the inundation of Ema's language had helped tire his mind, but his body was also feeling it.
In response to her question, Whir replies "If there's one thing I've learned about Lady Naoki, it's that she has a talent for finding a place for people where their skills can be of good use. I would hesitate the use the word 'indebted' though as she is also quite sharp about the utilization of such people."
"I doubt we will be able to contact her until the new day though, so I'd suggest you get some real rest, rather than trying to sleep in a chair." Silently conferring with the Midnight Sun staff, he locates a room for the elf and offers to lead her to it. "The beds here are quite comfortable in my experience."
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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 8, 2016 18:36:50 GMT -8
Emahra looked thoughtful at his response, and nodded slowly. Well then, that decided it. She would approach Naoki tomorrow and offer her services to the woman. "That was my plan. I will seek her out tomorrow, then. Thank you." His mention of the chair not being a suitable place to sleep made her chuckle, and she levered herself out of the item. "You make an excellent point. I am quite tired, now that I think about it."
Being led to a room, she inclined her head in thanks to Whir. "Many thanks for all your help, Whir. Should you ever require anything in the future, I will do anything within my power to assist you." Then she bowed to him, and disappeared into the room. She needed a full night's rest.. and a bath in the morning. There was still caked blood in her hair.. ew.
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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 10, 2016 11:54:43 GMT -8
The end of her week off had arrived, and Takhana was due to return to work the next day. But before she did that, there was something she had to do. Namely, she had a dinner to attend with her employer. Specifically, one she'd cooked herself. Borrowing a magical basket from a neighbor (gods be praised for mages and their ability to enchant the most mundane things) had allowed her to cram the entire three course meal into one item, which she now held over her arm as she entered her place of work. Ascending the steps to Madame Naoki's office, she raised her free hand and knocked upon the door. There was a small smile on the blind woman's face, and an aura of contentment about her.
"Madame? It's Takhana Veil." And thus, she waited. When she'd spoken with Naoki two days prior, alerting the woman to clear her schedule that night for the anticipated dinner, she'd seemed.. preoccupied. Even Takhana had heard of her employer's promotion to Lady of Isra and her handing over of the establishment to Calico, and that left a very important question in her mind: What would become of her employment status, and that of her associates within The Midnight Sun? She had the feeling the answer to that question would be forthcoming that evening.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2016 13:40:59 GMT -8
The bath had been refreshing. The sleep well needed, and when she woke she felt more alive than ever. She managed to drag herself from the comfortable bed and dress, fitting her pair of blades at her waist lastly and then... debating. What more was she to do today? She was still awaiting Empress Naoki to send for her, but considering all the noise around the city and even here in the last day or so... she had to wonder if there would ever be an open window. Perhaps she was best to seek work or employment somewhere else. For now she lets out a small sigh and leaves the room - locking it behind her and tucking away the key - before outside for the stables, what Hanta was very much comfortable lying down in a stall and finishing his meal, tearing into raw beef with his teeth. She came near and settled herself to sit down beside him, stroking through the thick soft fur of his head to scratch him behind the ears. Here, she could just ponder where to be or what to do for today. |
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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.
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Post by Whir on May 12, 2016 16:07:38 GMT -8
Returning from an early morning errand, Whir caught a glimpse of the young foreign woman entering the Sun's stables. Though he wasn't an employee of the Sun itself, he was now drawing salary from its owner. Best to make sure the woman wasn't lost or up to something.
Moving through the door he didn't see immediately where she had gone. The stable was filled with animals, both regular and irregular. Whir had seen plenty of odd folks during his stay at the Sun, but hadn't really ever paid attention to the mounts. Was that a griffin? A little further in, he spied the top of a dark haired head, hair paritally pulled back into a tail. He coughed quietly to make his presence known before walking up to the pen.
"Greetings, m'lady," he said as her face came into view. She was young and reminded him of a Katashiman. The more surprising scene was that she was sitting next to a giant snow leopard, who appeared to be happily tearing through some raw meat. "That's an uncommon companion you have there. I've heard that there was a breed that grew large enough to ride, but I've never seen one before."
"Ah, excuse me, I should've introduced myself." He beamed a smile at the young woman to try to make a friendly first impression. "My name is Whir. I saw you heading into the stable and thought you might be lost. I can see that is not the case now though, and you must have already made arrangements with Cecil. I don't work for Sun, but I do work for its owner, Mad-" he stopped and corrected himself, "Lady Naoki. If there is anything I can help you with, please feel free to ask -- I dote most excellently."
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2016 17:01:56 GMT -8
Hearing the man clearing his throat brought her head around quickly, and then she was scrambling to get to her feet and bow appropriately - bend at the waist with hands folded at her lap.
"Ohayou gozaimasu. It's a pleasure to meet you, Whir-san. Yes, I... I've made arrangements here at the inn, and have been here for a couple of days. I was hoping to speak with 'Madame Naoki', as I've heard, about maybe finding work. To be honest," she adds, her gaze dropping a bit as her smile fades. "I've been traveling with Hanta, my friend here." Her hand would come around to continue petting the massive leopard atop his head. "We both no longer have a home... and I would very much like to have one again. Make my way, as it were. I put faith in what I heard of here in this Isra, and am worried that I will run out of coin to stay here while I await her to see me.
"If... if you could direct me to some work, or perhaps see if she could see me, I would be most grateful," she murmurs, seeming a touch embarrassed to make such a request.
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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 12, 2016 18:02:08 GMT -8
"Allow me to apologize on Lady Naoki's behalf. It has been a hectic couple of days with her recent promotion. I only just managed to see her myself before the ruckus started. I'm personally no more than a paid wanderer, but if you tell me what sorts of skills you possess, I can see if I can pass along a message. Meanwhile, if you're comfortable leaving your companion for the time being, we could go talk to Cecil and arrange something for your continued stay at the Sun until she can meet with you."
The girl seemed quite bashful, despite the swords on her hip. Still, in his travels, if there was a lesson he'd learned the hard way, it was that some of the prettiest flowers have the most potent poisons. Even regarding her polite bow, her control over the movements was strict but fluid. This particular flower definitely possessed some interesting nectar.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2016 13:42:31 GMT -8
This news explained quite a bit with the lack of response from the sought woman. A promotion, in addition to all the trouble within the city. No doubt the woman was extremely busy. The mention of arranging her extended stay made her a touch nervous - the gold in her pocket was already starting to dwindle, and she still worried of running out before she could get to work. But she gives the man a nod, leaving Hanta with a good firm scratch under his chin before taking to following after him back into the establishment.
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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 14, 2016 12:36:23 GMT -8
Whir would lead Yuki back into the Sun and over to Cecil's desk. "Morning Cecil. I assume you've already met this young lady," he says, indicating Yuki with a nod. "Can you set her up in her room for a couple weeks? She's worried she'll run out of coin before Naoki has time to meet with folks again."
Holding a finger out to indicate he'd be back in a moment, Whir walks over to the exchange counter and pulls a small gem from his hidden pouch. After exchanging it, he walks back over to Cecil's desk and places three novas on the counter. "That should cover two weeks of room and board, I'd imagine."
Looking back over to Yuki, he asks "does your leopard need any special accommodations?" If the great cat does, Whir lays down another nova on the counter for Cecil.
"We can work out the finer details later," he says to Yuki and with a quick and appreciative nod to Cecil, he leads her over to a small table where the noise from the gambling parlor and restaurant aren't too loud to prevent easy conversation. Offering the young woman a seat, he takes the other himself. "So tell me, what kind of services could you offer Lady Naoki? She is busy, but I do have access to her management network here. It's likely that I can find you something agreeable in the meantime."
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2016 16:14:07 GMT -8
The man took the coin from his own pocket to accommodate Hanta and herself... She felt she was about to cry, and would bow appropriately with a murmur of gratitude and thanks for his kindness. When he guided her to a quiet table within the main establishment, she slipped into a chair when prompted and waits for him to become comfortable before answering his questions.
"Ah... I'm not sure what all would be a service to her needs. I am a decent swordsman. I'm accustomed to cooking, and partially enjoy it," she adds with a bashful chuckle. "It's a very enjoyable and rewarding pass time. I, uh... I'm versed in some farming, due to my upbringing. We did quite a bit in rice and vegetable farming - I noticed most of the expanses around this vast city are tilled and bearing crop," she notes with a widening smile. "Housekeeping in general, after tending to my older parents until they passed. I know very little in herbs, but enough for meager tending to ailments," she confesses with a bit of a grimace - feeling a bit embarrassed that she didn't know more.
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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 14, 2016 18:00:24 GMT -8
A handful of moments following Takhana’s knocking, the door swings inward. Whether the delay is to be attributed to the lengthy process of undoing the door’s many locks, Naoki rising from her bed (her hair does seem slightly off), or some other cause is left for Takhana to guess. Regardless, the door opens! And Madame Naoki can be seen, standing there in the doorway, dressed in only a loose white blouse, and a simple set of black trousers. Behind her, the desk is, (somehow) stacked even higher than is standard with piles of documents. An educated guesser may presume that Naoki is in the process of transferring paperwork related to running The Midnight Sun to Calico’s office. And they would be correct. Takhana is greeted with a weak wave and a genuine smile. A pair of thimbles are visible on her index finger and thumb- presumably to prevent paper cuts. Upon realizing she’s still wearing them, Naoki uses her other hand to remove them and slides them into her left pocket. “Takhana. Good to see you, come in. I assume Alden Marshal is on his way.” Stepping back from the door, Naoki gestures to her right- Takhana’s left, toward the sitting room. The door remains open, allowing the candle-lit interior to be visible from the door. The sofas remain pushed back against the walls, and four pillows sit at the cardinal directions of the low table. One would be safe in assuming that the ornate table is where Naoki intends to suggest they dine, seeing as how the desk is both covered in paperwork and also a desk. |
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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 May 14, 2016 18:32:04 GMT -8
Hot on Takhana's heels came Alden. His timing was perfect, mostly because due to his normal paranoia he had been staking out the building for the last hour. Rationally he knew that The Midnight Sun was perfectly safe. Making sure no one was following Takhana though was something he felt he should do. As unlikely as it was. Once he is in the room with Naoki and Takhana he offers them both a respectful nod of the head. His expression does not reveal his shock at the state of his employer or her office. He was actually a bit surprised to find the normally fastidious Naoki fell victim to the disarray of a move like any normal person. As he takes his seat he smiles. He had been looking forward to this dinner tremendously. Mostly because it meant two or three hours without a baby barfing on him. He loved his children, but it was nice to be clean and smell nice again.
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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 14, 2016 18:49:25 GMT -8
Those words surprised Takhana, it was obvious in the way her ears twitched, if not in the rising of her eyebrows, which was hidden behind the crossed leather of her blindfold. Alden was coming? She'd thought this was just going to be herself and Naoki. Was something going on here? Regardless of this strange and unexpected turn of events, she stepped into the office and moved into the nearby sitting room, setting down the basket and beginning to place the meal she'd prepared upon the table's surface. A creamy crab bisque in a metal soup tureen was put out first, along with four soup bowls and spoons; this was, of course, the first course.. the main course and dessert would come later.
"Ah.. thank you, Madame Naoki. Or should I say, Lady Naoki? Congratulations, by the way. I wasn't aware Alden would be joining us. Is there something I should know about?" She felt Alden's aura, then, and as she paused in ladling out helpings of the soup (suddenly quite glad she'd brought extra dishes), she half-turned to face the assassin as he entered the room, offering the man a warm smile. Alden was the reason she was here.. and without being here, she never would've found a job that made her feel useful, nor would she have met Zaor. She owed much to her coworker, and as such, she greeted him with a deep, respectful incline of the head. She finished serving the bisque and put the ladle back in the tureen, then sank onto one of the cushions.
"Hello, Alden. It's been quite some time. How are Cynder and the little ones? And I feel I should ask about your friend, Miss Two-Winds. I attempted to contact her after the incident at her shop, but it seems she's lost her pin." Reaching into the basket at her knee once more, she produced four wineglasses and a bottle of chilled Gauldish white wine, pouring it into the vessels before placing one at Naoki's spot, another at Artemis', one in front of Alden, and the final one in front of herself. She would have to thank Zaor for his foresight in suggesting she bring an extra set of every necessary item for this dinner, otherwise she'd be quite red in the face right now. Setting the wine bottle on the table, she sipped at her wine and hummed in approval. Gauldish wine was exquisite.
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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 14, 2016 21:40:38 GMT -8
Madame Naoki nods in response to Takhana’s inquiry, and begins to answer it as she follows her into the sitting room.
“Thank you, and yes. I apologize, but I was unable to completely separate this otherwise purely personal meal from business. I intend to discuss how the two of you and your fellow operatives will fit into things as the times change, here. In hindsight, I should have warned you, but that was only about a half hour ago when I realized and extended the invitation to Alden. Seems like you came prepared, though…”
As Tahkana proceeds to bring out the table settings from her basket and place the first course on the table, Naoki seats herself on a short pile of pillows on the opposite side of the table, placing Artemis to her right, Alden to her left, and Takhana directly across the table.
An eyebrow is raised in the direction of the bisque. A few sniffs identify it as a seafood of some sort. Some manner of shellfish, perhaps. Though she doesn’t wrinkle her nose or visibly display her distaste, there is a touch of trepidation as she takes her spoon, dips it in her bowl, and raises the filled spoon to her lips.
Knowing that the easiest way to swallow a distasteful substance is to do so as quickly as possible, without running it over one’s tongue, that is exactly what Naoki does- in a decidedly casual manner, considering. Even so, some of the soup’s flavor finds its way onto her tongue… and surprisingly enough, it’s… not that bad. She supposes that it’s probably somewhat irrational of her to base a distaste of an entire grouping of food on a singular horrible experience, but she’s entitled to a few irrational prejudices, is she not? At least this one is harmless, she muses.
Regardless, she washes the soup down with a few sips of the provided wine, and nods thoughtfully. Hopefully Takhana wouldn’t ask directly about how she finds the food. She looks to Alden, to see how he responds to Takhana’s inquires. She had gone ahead and taken both of the obvious conversation topics relating to Alden, so until it comes time to ask Takhana questions, Naoki has little to do but sit and listen.
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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 May 14, 2016 21:49:02 GMT -8
"She did?"
Alden almost bolts out of the room at the news of Moon. Damn it! Had she run away again? What had happened? It takes all he has to calm himself. He would go to her house after this and if she wasn't home he would look for her. He talks a few calming breaths and manages to get himself under control. Caring for the babes was almost a full time job for two people, even when one barely needed to sleep. Taking a spoonful of soup he eats it without really tasting it.
"Cynder is a bit frazzled. Her fur has been up on it's ends pretty much non stop since the babes arrived. The babes themselves are doing excellent, at least according to the doctor. They are happy, healthy, and full of energy. Your name sake."
Alden nods at Naoki.
"Is still biting everyone's ears. If we don't figure out how to stop it by the time her teeth come in, we might have trouble."
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