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 22:07:19 GMT -8
The Seer chuckled at Naoki's words. "Ah, yes, well, I have my.. companion to thank for that. He suggested that it wouldn't hurt to be prepared for an unanticipated guest. Sometimes I think he Sees more than I do." Her voice was painted with fondness as she spoke of Zaor, but she didn't linger on the subject; she didn't like to discuss her personal life. "There's no need to apologize, of course. I know you're a busy woman, and I'm of course happy to assist with or accommodate any situation that will aid you."
Takhana abruptly froze when Alden spoke those two simple words. His alarm was visible in his aura, and the Seer was immediately concerned. Why would he be so worried about his friend losing her pin? Unless, of course, it hadn't been lost. She didn't know much about the shopkeeper, but she meant something to Alden, and if he was worried, she felt obligated to look into it. She'd do that as soon as the dinner was over. Setting her wineglass down, she picked up her spoon and dipped it into the bisque, then put the utensil into her mouth, sampling the soup thoughtfully. Well, at least her cooking skill hadn't degraded too much over the years.. it tasted just as she remembered.
"They'll be grown and running around before you know it, I'm sure." The words were paired with a smile, and she ate another spoonful of the rich and creamy soup before her eyeless gaze shifted back to Naoki. Not one to pat herself on the back or go seeking compliments, it didn't even occur to her to ask how her employer was enjoying the soup course. Instead, she idly stirred the spoon in her bowl and pondered how best to progress the conversation. She decided she might as well be upfront about it; beating about the bush was sometimes necessary, but she wasn't entirely certain this was one of those times.
"Would it be terribly rude of me to inquire after this change you mentioned? I must admit, it hadn't occurred to me that your rise in status would affect those of us employed in the.. more questionable aspects of The Midnight Sun's operations, but I find myself quite intrigued by the prospect." There, that was polite enough, right?
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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 14, 2016 23:13:56 GMT -8
As Alden mentions his children, and her namesake, a biting pang of guilt lodges itself in Naoki’s side. She was named as the godfather of those children, and the one of them is named after her. And yet, she hadn’t been present in the days following their birth, and has yet to visit them at all. As busy as she may be, it’s plainly disrespectful on her part, and she knows it.
Though she has only seen the children through her metaphorical mind’s eye of scrying, and wouldn’t be able to tell one from another, or pick her namesake out of the bunch, the mental image of some little blue-eared cat-baby gnawing on Alden’s ear brings a genuine smile to her face, and she chuckles slightly at the thought. However, she doesn’t comment further on the topic, and silently resolves to pay Riverside Drive in the near future.
As Naoki stomachs another spoonful of soup, she notes Takhana’s choice of words. “Companion,” in only a week, too! That was going to be Naoki’s next inquiry, but it seems as if Takhana was happy to answer it without prompting. With a slight smirk, Naoki thinks back to when she externally referred to Kate as a ‘companion.’ Unconsciously, she wishes the same fortune on Takhana, the same quality of relationship. She unconsciously doubt that such a thing is possible, but still.
Regardless, Takhana does her the favor of transitioning directly into the singular business matter on the metaphorical table for tonight. Naoki had intended to lob a few questions in Takhana’s direction, but this works too, she supposes. Placing her spoon down to the side of her bowl, and somewhat thankful the opportunity to do so, she knits her fingers together, places her elbows on the table, and rests her chin on hands as she begins to speak.
“It wouldn’t be rude of you to inquire, no. I don’t much care for it when people unnecessarily delay the primary matter at hand with small talk. Better to handle the big things up front, and let the conversation wind down with pleasantries. That said, figure this.Previously, you here, as Midnight Sun Operatives, your job description was to further my agendas. Almost literally so, on the contracts. I am Lady of Isra now. Head of state. Yet, I still require individuals like you, Alden, to do the sort of thing you do best. As well as people like you, Takhana, do the the whole information management and scrying bit. Isra lacks a department to handle those sorts of things, so I’m creating one. I’m not sure what it will be called, or any of the specifics regarding its formation or how it will appear in the public eye, but it will be a legal functional equivalent to what you do here, as Midnight Sun Operatives. As the two primary individuals who I would like to not only join this new department, but also play leadership roles within, I would like to have both of your thoughts on the matter, now, in the conceptual stage, before I go about implementing things.”
With that said, Naoki reaches for her wine, and has another sip as she awaits a response.
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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 15, 2016 8:08:30 GMT -8
"Right now the mostly lay around, cry, laugh, and produce a lot of... Well it's not important what they produce. I am not looking forward to when they get mobile. Little Naoki is the first one to figure out how to crawl and she's already getting into trouble."
Alden responds to Takhana's comment with a tired laugh. Despite his words there is a large smile on his face and his eyes fill with affection. Evidently the man was taking to family life rather well. His expression turns serious when Takhana turns the conversation to the matter at hand. He listens attentively to to what Naoki had to say and then mulls it over carefully. The formation and transfer of operatives makes sense. Turning already skilled clandestine operatives into officially sanctioned ones would make them more effective. If he could do his jobs openly he'd be better off. Still he was surprised that Naoki wanted him in a leadership role, or at least he was until he thought about it. While he could not handle the administrative side of things, he could with a bit of work become an effective mission coordinator. Helping to build plans of attack for other agents and aligning talents with jobs. This would also mean he would have more of a desk job. He would have more consistent hours, but also not have to randomly disappear for multiple days without warning. If the job came with a pay raise he may even be able to hire a nanny. He and Cynder could certainly use the help.
"Makes sense to me. Takhana can handle administrative and logistics while I handle field orders. It wouldn't be too dissimilar to my old job with The Set. Only difference is I would be working a different role and it would be more than seven people. If this all going to be official we should have an official sounding name... Something that suggests we have authority under the law. The symbol of Isra is the Sun and that would harken back to the origins of this department with The Midnight Sun. So the Sun somethings... The Sun Arbitrators? The Sun Constables? The Sun Marshals?"
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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 15, 2016 9:36:16 GMT -8
The Seer nodded along thoughtfully as Naoki spoke, wordlessly agreeing with her assessment. It absolutely made sense not to let such valuable assets go to waste just because of her now-very-public ascent to leadership of the whole city-state. What surprised Takhana was the announcement that Naoki wanted herself and Alden to take on leadership roles within this organization she was forming, and it was quite obvious in the way she jerked back slightly, her ears twitching, and set her spoon into her half-empty bowl. Those ears continued to shift and flick as she processed this, as well as what Alden said. He.. had a very good point. She was practically made for administration, and the two of them working together... Slowly, she nodded.
"This is a very logical conclusion, and I would of course be honored to accept this duty. Given we can no longer operate within The Midnight Sun itself, it would make sense for us to locate land either within the city or just slightly outside, and erect a structure to serve as a base. A combination of housing for operatives and offices for myself and Alden, as well as staging ground for operations.. and a training facility. And perhaps stables." The last thing was murmured almost absently to herself, before the half-Drow woman shook her head slightly and refocused on the discussion at hand.
"The Sun Marshals has a nice ring to it, and it rolls easily off the tongue. My vote is for that.. if I get a vote, that is." She smiled, and turned back to her soup. Once she was finished (which didn't take very long, she was famished), she put the soup tureen and any empty bowls back into the basket, then withdrew plates and forks, setting them out at each place. This was soon followed by an aromatic bowl and platter, which were set down, and their lids removed, revealing saffron rice, and chicken and vegetables cooked in a mixture of honey, ginger, and garlic. She served everyone a healthy portion, then began to dig in herself. Cooking always made her so hungry.
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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 15, 2016 10:23:39 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. "Let me think..." Whir began, stroking his beardless chin. "We have swords-a-plenty, more farmers than swords, and a whole housekeeping staff here at the Sun... You mentioned a little about herbs, though. Directly, the Sun doesn't deal with such things, but there are several herbalists in town that might be able to use an experienced sword hand to gather rare and difficult herbs for them. If you like, I can set you up with a few meetings, maybe get you on your feet until Lady N has a chance to speak with youdirectly." Without pause, he changed the subject entirely. "Have you had breakfast? I'm famished." He turned and waved one of the servers over. "Order if you're hungry, it's on me." He gave his order to the server and sent her off to get a Heartbreak to give Yuki a chance to look the menu over in case she wasn't familiar with it. |
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2016 10:46:11 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. "Let me think..." Whir began, stroking his beardless chin. "We have swords-a-plenty, more farmers than swords, and a whole housekeeping staff here at the Sun... You mentioned a little about herbs, though. Directly, the Sun doesn't deal with such things, but there are several herbalists in town that might be able to use an experienced sword hand to gather rare and difficult herbs for them. If you like, I can set you up with a few meetings, maybe get you on your feet until Lady N has a chance to speak with youdirectly." Without pause, he changed the subject entirely. "Have you had breakfast? I'm famished." He turned and waved one of the servers over. "Order if you're hungry, it's on me." He gave his order to the server and sent her off to get a Heartbreak to give Yuki a chance to look the menu over in case she wasn't familiar with it. Her heart sunk a bit as he noted that most of the work she could do was already well staffed. Apothecary work wasn't her strongest suit in the least, but even just a hired bodyguard couldn't hurt. She nods in response, and her head perks up just a touch at the mention of food. Her first instinct was to decline the offer - he had already spent quite a bit on her just to help her out - but then her stomach protested. Loudly. Her head dropped in embarrassment as a bit of color tinted her cheeks. "... thank you," she murmurs, bringing a hand on the table to tug the menu closer. Her shame was deepening to no end, sitting here before this kind stranger and feeling like she was not only bleeding him of his coin but seeming like a complete fool in her ignorance. "... what might you recommend?" she asks softly, unable to bring her eyes up to look at him. |
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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 15, 2016 11:08:40 GMT -8
“Everything here is incredible. Do you like seafood? If so, I recommend the Imported Peligin Sashimi (with the wasabi if you like a little kick). If you like meats, then I am a big fan of the Welshn Rarebit. If you don’t like meats at all, the Curd of Bergamot and Pomegranate over Crostino is wholesome, sweet, and filling. Do you drink light alcohols like wine? I’d recommend a glass of Avalon with the fish or meats and the Dragon’s Roar with the crostino – the spices in the Roar offset the sweet jam perfectly.”
While he waits for the server to return with his drink, he waits a moment for Yuki to consider his recommendations. A sudden realization comes to him. “I don’t think you’ve told me your name yet, miss.” He smiles at her, pouring a little of his ‘exotic demi-human’ charm into it, along with a healthy dose of genuine curiosity.
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2016 11:27:13 GMT -8
The young woman listened intently to his recommendations, feeling just a touch nervous at the thought of alcoholic beverages. Sake from home wasn't even something she partook in frequently. She decided to settle on the sashimi dish, and before she could say it aloud he inquired on her name. Her head came up and a surprised expression met the smile he gave.
Something about that friendly gesture of his made her forget to speak. She felt the heat rush to her face, and cast her eyes away as she had trouble holding his gaze for very long. Her hands would begin to fidget with the edge of the menu set before her on the table. "... my apologies. I, ah... I am Yuki Yuumi of Shun."
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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 15, 2016 11:45:38 GMT -8
"A cute name to be sure, Yuki Yuumi of Shun. Yuki... that's Katashiman for 'snow' is it not? Or perhaps you are not Katashiman, it's just the only culture I'm aware of that produces black-haired women like yourself and curved swords like the ones you carry. Perhaps I can call you Miss Yuumi for now?"
The server returns shortly after his query and sets Whir's drink on the table in front of him. He waits for Yuki to make her order and thanks the server, asking her to also bring a pitcher of charcoal filtered water and two glasses.
While they waited for their meals, Whir would make further inquiries towards Yuki's background and past. "So how did you end up here by yourself, Miss Yuumi? You say you are fair with your sword, but their make insists they are only something a master might wield. I don't often, possibly have never, see such a young woman with such extensive body art either. Your dress hides it well, but I caught a glimpse of it under your collar in the stable. It covers your whole back, right? I apologize if I seem forward, I have a responsibility towards my employer to safeguard her and her property from spies and assassins. You have come across as neither, but theirin lies the crux of the gaps between your personality and your adornments."
Whir didn't stop smiling while asking the questions. He really didn't feel this woman had any harmful intent, but he wanted to be sure before he set her up with Naoki. Not the Artemis couldn't handle a single assassin, skilled as she might be, but preventing the debacle was as heavy on his mind as helping the young woman get on her feet in a strange town.
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2016 12:26:57 GMT -8
The fact the man saw over her down to minuscule details made her demeanor shift. Now she felt uneasy - it was almost creepy at all he was paying attention to. She didn't know how he saw how extensive the skin art over her back, unless he had been right over her and peering down her collar as he said... that one was the one that made her nervous. Any remains of a smile faded with her uncertainty. Her hands stopped fidgeting and came to curl into tight fists to help ground her nerves.
"... the art was a whim, really," she murmurs, flexing her hands and folding them easily with one over the other on the table. "It... seemed fitting. My mother was a great woman, to my sister and myself. When my parents passed away and my sister left, I couldn't stay in the middle of the war anymore - always worried that I would lose what I had, or have my home raided or destroyed. So I left... I came to these lands in the hopes of finding a life of my own. To start over. Word of other travelers brought me here.
"The swords belonged to my father, after he served under the emperor for so long... and when his spirit left to join the rest, I took them to keep them in the family and away from anyone that might try to steal them. I am trained with them, and can wield them well enough. I simply do not draw them unless I will use them."
The more she speaks, the more apparent it becomes that the driving forces that brought her to Isra were painful - the memories of the life left behind weighing on her. It could easily be perceived as longing or homesickness. Her gaze remains on her hands as she speaks, only her shoulders slumping slightly.
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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 15, 2016 12:38:28 GMT -8
He had felt he would probably be crossing some lines with his observations and questions, but it had succeeding in bringing an honest response from Yuki's body -- one that agreed with her words. "I'm sorry to hear that, Miss Yuumi, and I apologize for being so cold. I have never served another in my life and I find it to be taxing to be honest, but I won't let that get in the way of my duty. If you are uncomfortable, I can take my meal to another table and let you eat in peace. All of my offers still stand though. I can talk to that herbalist for you today if you like." He smiled again, without the charm but with the genuine feelings.
Their meals would arrive soon, and he left the statement open so that Yuki could have time to consider his offers and his behavior. He had decided that once they had finished, he would contact Naoki's secretary and see about getting Yuki an appointment with the Lady of Isra.
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2016 12:59:02 GMT -8
"No... i-it's all right. You don't have to go. I think I understand... but I mean no harm to anyone. I'm just wanting to start my life over, and not worry about war threatening to strip me of everything." She manages to lift her head and give the man a weak smile - the best she was able to do after an emotional trek like that one. "And I would, indeed, be grateful, if you could speak to anyone about work. I'm no stranger to labor - I'll be more than happy to earn my keep with whomever might hire me. I just hope I can tend to the task efficiently."
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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 15, 2016 13:18:05 GMT -8
 | "Excellent. Let's get started on the food then." The server had brought their dishes just after Yuki finished speaking. Whir had actually ordered the same sashimi as Yuki. The plates came laid out extravagantly, sliced raw fish in rows laid upon decorative leaf, a flower of pickled ginger and a bowl of dark dipping sauce on their own plates, and a third with a dark green paste which was was placed between them.
"Isra is so far from the coast, it's really a miracle that they can get such fresh fish here." He poured a glass of water for Yuki and one for himself. "Dig in, you won't be disappointed."
After they had finished the meal, Whir reclined in his chair with a pleased look on his face. "Never can get enough of that," he said jovially. After washing it down with the last of his Heartbreak, he continued to speak. "Now then, feel free to accompany me, or to wait around here. I'll go talk to Miss Dalael about getting you some work."
He'd get out of the chair and leave enough coins to take care of the bill and tip, and then turn to see if Yuki was going to accompany him. Either way, he'd shortly be on his way to the herbalist's. |
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2016 13:27:56 GMT -8
She certainly wasn't disappointed - the dish held a bit of familiarity. But it was grand, regardless. She actually had a bit of trouble finishing up her plate - despite how hungry she had been before, she was stuffed by the end of it. When he mentioned going to see about directly contacting the potential employer, she managed to find the drive to rise from the chair against how content she was with a full belly - and she would head out after him.
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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 15, 2016 21:50:50 GMT -8
Madame Naoki nods as the two of them voice their replies. “Excellent. That was as easy as I expected it to be. The two of you are excellent, I’m pleased that I have the pair of you on hand to do this sort of thing.”
As the next course is placed before her, Naoki surveys it with a less critical eye. A sort of chicken with mixed vegetables and rice. Excellent. Nothing that used to swim.
“The Sun Marshals sounds fine for a name. Suitably authoritative without seeming presumptuous, and vague enough to reasonably encompass the full purview of our activities. As for the location, I already have a lot of land in mind, and orders placed for some of the materials. I’ll hand off construction to you, Takhana, so you can properly see to it that the building has all that it ought to. You’ve spoken with Ruben before, I assume, so just get in touch with him- I’ve already told him you’re going to take over.”
Here, Naoki pauses, and spends a few moments simply consuming her meal. She nods once more, in a decidedly more appreciative manner, and vocalizes her thoughts on the matter.
“This is very good, Takhana. If, for whatever reason this whole Sun Marshal bit doesn’t pan out, I would think that you wouldn’t have much trouble securing another job as a chef. If I might be so bold as to ask, do you attribute your proficiency to anything in particular, or do you think that your Sight conveys an advantage of any sort as far as culinary ability goes?”
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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 15, 2016 22:07:27 GMT -8
Alden grinned when they settled on Sun Marshal and Cynder had said he was bad at naming things. Just because he named two of their children after his sister and his boss respectively, didn't mean he couldn't name tings. He takes the second course gratefully and eat with vigor. It was nice having a dinner without a child crying and interrupting again. Though now that his mind strayed to his children he was worried. They were with Cynder they should be perfectly fine, but he still wanted to get back to them. These thoughts consume him for a time as Naoki questions the seer.
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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 15, 2016 22:30:40 GMT -8
Naoki's openly stated approval and pleasure brought a smile to Takhana's face. It was so wonderful, to actually feel like she was doing something productive and useful. Suddenly, with an official name in place, things felt so much more.. real. Or perhaps that was her employer's instruction that she would be the one directing the construction of this new headquarters. As though the command had sparked her Sight, she was hit with a very powerful vision, one that showed a multi-story house comprised of sturdy red stone, and its posh yet functional interior.. all the way from its below-ground level to its roof, and the nearby stables. Shaking aside the flash of Prophecy as she inhaled sharply through her nose, she gave a slightly unsteady nod.
"Of course, Lady Naoki. I'll speak with Ruben first thing tomorrow and get the project underway immediately." This was actually rather exciting! A new step in her life.. and this one would be even more geared toward her desire to do good within this city, this nation, which had opened its arms and welcomed her. She turned her focus back to her meal for a few moments, and paused with fork in mouth at Naoki's unexpected compliment to her cooking, and the half-Drow's ears twitched as a faint reddish tinge entered the elongated points of cartilage.
"Ah.. thank you. That's most unexpected. In truth, cooking is something of a difficulty for me, and it takes quite a bit of time for me to learn new recipes properly, not to mention all the necessary items and ingredients have to remain in the exact same spot for me to locate and utilize them. I can make only a few recipes, but I think doing the same ones so many times has made it quite easy to perfect them. Admittedly, having no vision, and the resultant heightened sense of smell, makes it much easier to detect any imbalance of spices, or if the dish in question is nearing the point of burning, and similar such.. things." She didn't like speaking about herself, at all. Especially not her blindness. At least Naoki had never treated her differently due to her lack of sight. Probably one of the things she respected and admired most about the woman across the table.
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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 16, 2016 0:39:21 GMT -8
As Naoki continues to chew on her meal, an appreciative hum of acknowledgement is heard. Only after she finishes chewing, swallowing, and wiping her mouth with a napkin does she respond.
“Well, you’re quite good at it, as far as I’m concerned. And I eat Maelik’s cooking on a daily basis. I’ll have to find some excuse to convince you into cooking a meal again.”
For a moment more, Naoki simply eats, considering where to next lead the conversation. It wouldn’t be ideal to return to business matters, it’s bad form to talk about one’s self without prompting, and it would seem- based on both this most recent response and how Takhana has chosen to behave in the past, she feels uncomfortable speaking about herself. That somewhat narrows the breadth of conversational options available to her. A moment more of thinking, and she has it.
“Oh. Ahah. Here’s a question, a question for each of you. As we’ve already established, I’ve just been elected to lead Isra. I now possess peerless power to change the city however I see fit. How would each of you, personally, like to see Isra changed, in a general sort of sense? Policies to implement, public facilities to construct, changes to existing laws, or some relatively trivial modification that would mean the world to you? There’s undeniably room to improve, and I would like to know what matters to the people, and the group of you are as fair a place to start as any.”
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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 16, 2016 9:25:17 GMT -8
Artemis observes the conversation silently, as is her wont. The food was excellent, if not quite up to dishes personally cooked by Maelik, but then again, there probably weren't many that were. It was at least as good as the food that came from his disciples, though, which was quite the compliment.
She notes the formation of the Sun Marshals with mild interest. It didn't come as a surprise, given that Naoki had already discussed it with her. It was the logical extension of the idea of the Midnight Sun Operatives: a force of highly trained professionals able to handle whatever arose. They were simply experiencing an increase in stature commensurate with Naoki's own. It was good that Alden and Takhana were on board with the idea to such an extent, though.
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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 16, 2016 9:25:40 GMT -8
Alden who had only been listening with half an ear chimed in when it came to the subject Takhana's cooking.
"I am with Naoki, you did an excellent job on this."
Well this was certainly true, it was also true that Alden's bar for good food was exceptionally low. It had still been less than a year since he found out nutrition could have flavor. His lifetime on nutrient rich, flavor devoid past meant he enjoyed pretty much everything. When Naoki asks her question he pauses and gives it some consideration. He knew very little about actual laws. He knew in general terms that he often broke the law, but wasn't familiar with the details. He also didn't handle most of his own money, one of The Midnight Sun's accountants did it for him, so he wasn't very versed on taxes. Still he did have a suggestion, since he longer needed to break the law it made sense to offer it.
"You should have random guard patrols added to the shift schedule of the watch. Right now it is too uniform and easy to learn. If you have random groups patrolling random areas it makes it harder for premeditated crimes to occur. First thing any good criminal does is learn where the guards are and when they will be there. Add some randomness and you make things that much harder."
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