Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142 
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jun 9, 2016 6:48:57 GMT -8
Captain Bloodsail looks about, and decides he wants to go first, so he does. His hand reaches out to grab the half-empty bottle of rum, taking a long pull that would have made any normal man drunk, but had no apparent effect in the Captain. The other hand reached up to adjust his eyepatch, settling it more comfortably on his face.
"Guess I will go first then lads, eh? Lady Naoki, I started my career as naught but a humble pirate, first mate on board the Sauron, which I later became Captain of after the former Captain ran afoul of the Gauldin Navy. I took command and for a time the Sauron was the most feared pirate ship in those waters, we took in more booty than any other ship, until she foundered in a hurricane off the Western Coast of this city. Still got the crew to safety, though at the cost of my ship. We eventually...er...found a ship, outfitted her, received a letter of marque for privateering, and became legitimate. That continued for a few years until I lost my ship in a dice game to a backstabbing weasel of a dwarf. Not long after that Stark comes to me with this idea, and I figure I can't very well gamble away a ship I don't own right?"
He pauses for a moment to take another swig of the bottle, which is now down to a quarter of its former volume. He wipes his mouth with the napkin before continuing.
"So thats my background, my skills are evident. There is noone, not a single person who can drill a crew to perfection like I can. Even as pirates my crew was as efficient, if not more so, than any Navy that ever existed. I am also an expert navigator, helped by this here patch, and not half bad with these weapons either. That all you needed to know?"
Unsaid but implied by his multitude of scars was the number of people he had likely killed over the course of his career, but he felt that was irrelevant to the topic at hand.
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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 Jun 9, 2016 10:13:23 GMT -8
The Stark fellow was rather entertaining, she could admit. What made Emahra's lips tilt into a thoroughly amused little smirk was the antics of Rupert, perched upon Valerian's shoulder. She'd gotten to know the admiral rather well on their trip back from the Expanse, and she quite liked the man; he was polite, well-spoken, intelligent, and with a very sturdy personality that she quite appreciated.. and a sense of humor that she appreciated even more. Not to mention she was quite fond of his little undead friend, despite her general distaste for creatures of that nature. How could she not? He was so cute (the odd missing patch of fur aside) and very funny. The Elf chuckled as she watched the resurrected squirrel offer a coin from Valerian's pocket to Madeline, and should she catch Valerian's eye, she'd wink reassuringly at him.
Shifting to a more comfortable position in her chair, leaning slightly to her left, she drew her right leg up to cross it over the left at the knee, and let her right hand fall to rest in her lap; the left came up to curl beside her face, her cheek resting against the backs of her fingers, while that elbow was propped atop the chair arm. Her golden gaze rested upon the Orc as he began to speak. Hmm, quite the interesting past, and he certainly sounded as though he knew what he was doing. Although her opinion mattered little in the scheme of things, she nonetheless nodded her head ever so slightly in a silent gesture of approval. For what it was worth, Bloodsail had her vote of confidence. Her gaze flicked to Stark. Surely he would regale them with his qualities, next? She already knew Valerian's, after all, and had great faith in him.
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Antonio Stark
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall, keeps in-shape but not to the same extent as well-travelled adventurers or soldiers. The picture is an apt description.
Clothes and Equipment: He tends to dress fairly nicely, unless he is working, then it is whatever is required to do the necessary work.
Registered: May 15, 2016 14:31:50 GMT -8
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Post by Antonio Stark on Jun 9, 2016 11:32:13 GMT -8
His eyes followed the waitress's exit from the room, and he made a mental note to inquire as to her whereabouts after the meeting. His attention snapped back to the meeting at hand as soon as she left and he listened intently to Captain Bloodsail's speech, though he had been the one to recommend him, so most of it was already known to him. When the Captain finished speaking, he saw Ema looking at him, and he nodded, clearing his throat before following up.
"My qualifications are not quite as...colorful...as my orc friend's but they are just as impressive, if not more so. Ever been on an airship? Or really any ship with a home port in Gauldin? I hold the patent on airships, as well as several ones for sail configurations and wooden hull construction methods. Frame first construction? That was me. Using iron and steel to hold the frames and the ship together? Me as well. I could keep going but I think you get the point."
His tone was confident, bordering on arrogant, but he wasn't lying, anyone seriously involved shipbuilding knew his name. He had so much wealth from this that he had retired three times, each time coming out of retirement when he came up with a new idea.
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Valerian Kastimeer
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 32
Physical Description: Valerian is of average height at 5'10", with the lean build of a climber and fighter. Black hair is kept cut fairly short, with the bangs hanging over his brow but not quite in his eyes and the rest roughly matching that theme. His eyes are black, with iris and pupil indistinguishable from each other. Valerian looks young for his age, often taken to be five or more years younger than he in fact is. Typically on his shoulder, but sometimes in a pocket, is the undead squirrel companion that Valerian has named "Rupert."
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Valerian is almost constantly clad in a semi-formal blue uniform, complete with award ribbons, a gold command braid, and shoulder and collar rank insignia. The uniform can include a long black coat in inclement weather. It is exceedingly rare for Valerian to be seen without his weapon; a broad-headed spear of variable properties. At times it is standard length for a battle spear, comfortably wielded in two hands and impossible to wield with one; at others it is short enough to use one-handed. Similar to the spear, Valerian is never seen without the white gloves he wears -- those gloves bear some arcane symbol on the back of the hand. Rounding out his equipment is an assortment of pouches in pockets and occasionally on his belt, their contents mostly as mysterious as the symbol on his gloves.
Player's online availability : Varies.
Registered: May 4, 2016 20:26:48 GMT -8
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Post by Valerian Kastimeer on Jun 9, 2016 21:21:42 GMT -8
Rupert was still holding that coin, looking rather forlorn.
Valerian smiled faintly; he knew Gothmog a bit, and had expected his introduction to be something like it was. Antonio's was no more surprising. As it was his turn, Valerian sat almost straight; forearms on the table, hands in front of him with fingers interlaced, looking directly at Naoki, and spoke calmly. "Well, Madame, why not give you more than most know? I was a Tiller, originally. For reasons that include my dabbling in necromancy -- though I would call myself more than a dabbler now, certainly -- I left my home. I've served in a few navies, most notably Gauldin's. Most of my service has been anti-piracy, securing shipping lanes, but I've seen true combat as well." It was perhaps unsurprising he didn't go into detail -- most people tended to be reluctant to talk about combat experience, after all.
"Each time I've moved on and sought a new home has been for two reasons. First is my craft; few accept it, and eventually I am discovered. Thanks to Rupert, here," and at this point he nodded toward the squirrel on his shoulder without breaking eye contact with the Lady of Isra, "if nothing else. I'm done hiding it now, which I'm told will be okay in Isra. Second is that in most places foreigners are limited. Even if I had not needed to leave, in Gauldin I was a foreigner limited to the less prestigious service -- a second-class second-class citizen. Here essentially no one is a native, since Isra has only existed for the past five years or so." At this his hands came apart and his forearms left the table as he made a slight shrug, palms-up. After a moment he returned to his former position.
"But as to why I would be useful to you: I understand naval strategy, and you need someone who does. Perhaps my magic can be some use to you -- I certainly find it useful both in and out of combat. Treated well by a deserving liege, I am loyal as few men can be. Speaking of, Madame, at some later date I would like to speak with you regarding your general in the Expanse's unconscionable behavior."
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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 Jun 9, 2016 21:36:44 GMT -8
Oh, Valerian mentioned Cyronin. Emahra hadn't thought he would. Her lips twitched, and she shifted her left hand over to cover her lips as they curved into a smirk. She couldn't wait to hear what the necromancer had to say to Naoki about the general's behavior toward them both. After a few moments, she cleared her throat and pushed a stray tendril of hair behind her ear, then returned to resting her cheek against the backs of loosely-curled fingers with an expression of casual interest. Only Naoki, who had come to know her quite well, and Valerian, who had spent a good deal of time around the Elf during their return from the Expanse, would likely recognize the glimmer of amusement within her golden hues.
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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 Jun 11, 2016 16:07:19 GMT -8
Madame Naoki listens, nodding several times in acknowledgement as the men present their credentials. Quite impressive. It would seem to be as if some of the most talented naval minds available have been dropped into her metaphorical lap. Assuming none of them are exaggerating, it should be childishly simple to utilize their skills to accomplish her goals.
“Impressive. What a fortunate meeting this is, then. Here I am, searching for individuals to lead, construct, and operate my navy, and here are the three of you, perfectly suited and willing to do just that. Each of your qualifications are far more than I was willing to settle for, and barring any technical complications, I would like to offer you all positions within Isra’s government.”
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jun 11, 2016 19:32:17 GMT -8
Gothmog finally polished off the bottle as Valerian finished speaking, setting the large bottle of rum down with a clank. Looking about and seeing that the waitress still had not returned yet, he fished a rather large flask out of the inside of his uniform, and took a hefty swig from it. The flask was his emergency stash, to only be used when he had no method of obtaining it otherwise.
"I accept Lady Naoki."
It would be interesting working for Valerian though, he had never served as Captain of a ship under someone else. He had worked his way up the food chain for sure, but as long as he was allowed to do his job who cared. Being on the sea was being on the sea, and even better when there was alcohol involved. Which for him, there always was, though he strictly regulated it amongst his sailors. Orcs handled it so much better than the humans did.
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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 Jun 11, 2016 19:44:09 GMT -8
Emahra seemed pleased by Naoki's proclamation, and she shot a sidelong look at Valerian that seemed to say, 'I told you this would work out.' However, as this didn't involve her, the Elf stayed silent. Secretly, she was pleased that Valerian would have a reason to stay in Isra, now. They'd become quite friendly during their trip from the far eastern desert in the Expanse, and she'd formed quite a kinship with the necromancer. It would be good to have a friend within the Free City, she mused, someone to spend time with when she wasn't working. It was a prospect she looked forward to, and one she intended to voice to the admiral as soon as she was free to do so. Likely after this meeting, assuming Naoki didn't have need of her.
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Antonio Stark
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall, keeps in-shape but not to the same extent as well-travelled adventurers or soldiers. The picture is an apt description.
Clothes and Equipment: He tends to dress fairly nicely, unless he is working, then it is whatever is required to do the necessary work.
Registered: May 15, 2016 14:31:50 GMT -8
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Post by Antonio Stark on Jun 11, 2016 20:25:20 GMT -8
Stark looked very thoughtful at Lady Naoki's offer. A position in the givernment? What position? He supposed it didn't matter, but building these would be a lot easier with a new company than with government resources, even with a government as easy to work with as Isra's government was. But then again it wasn't like it made a bit of difference. With these kinds of requirements he was likely to get carte blanche over the shipbuilding...perhaps manfacturing as a whole. His designs were complex, one of them requiring manufacturing facilities beyond what any nation currently possessed...but he had made some mental notes on those requirements as well.
"I think I will accept as well Lady Naoki, though I must say I am a bit surprised. Do you not wish to see rhe drawings first?"
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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 Jun 11, 2016 23:47:03 GMT -8
“Excellent. We’ll work out the specifics of your appointments regarding pay and contracts and all of that later tonight, but I think we’ll be able to come to a fine understanding. I treat my associates well.”
A slight inclination of Naoki’s head in Emahra’s direction seems to say ‘ask her’.
“As for your designs, Stark… Well, I’ll have a look at them if you’d like, but I don’t know the first thing about shipbuilding. Showing them to me would be about the same as showing them to Valerian’s fuzzy friend over there. Perhaps interesting to look at, but neither he nor I will be able to assess the seaworthiness of the vessel depicted. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt, but…”
Naoki shrugs somewhat dispassionately.
“The fact of the matter is simply such that if you don’t meet my expectations, you will be dismissed and replaced. However, if what you said is the full extent of the truth, you should be able to easily meet and exceed my expectations, and it won’t be an issue. So unless you’d like to captivate my attention with esoteric buoyancy diagrams or whatever else it is you have over there, I have no need to peruse your designs right now, Stark.”
Turning to regard Valerian, Naoki awaits his answer. He would be the most important piece of this puzzle of hers. The keystone to hold the whole metaphorical naval bridge up. His acceptance at this stage is expected, but still rather important.
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Valerian Kastimeer
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 32
Physical Description: Valerian is of average height at 5'10", with the lean build of a climber and fighter. Black hair is kept cut fairly short, with the bangs hanging over his brow but not quite in his eyes and the rest roughly matching that theme. His eyes are black, with iris and pupil indistinguishable from each other. Valerian looks young for his age, often taken to be five or more years younger than he in fact is. Typically on his shoulder, but sometimes in a pocket, is the undead squirrel companion that Valerian has named "Rupert."
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Valerian is almost constantly clad in a semi-formal blue uniform, complete with award ribbons, a gold command braid, and shoulder and collar rank insignia. The uniform can include a long black coat in inclement weather. It is exceedingly rare for Valerian to be seen without his weapon; a broad-headed spear of variable properties. At times it is standard length for a battle spear, comfortably wielded in two hands and impossible to wield with one; at others it is short enough to use one-handed. Similar to the spear, Valerian is never seen without the white gloves he wears -- those gloves bear some arcane symbol on the back of the hand. Rounding out his equipment is an assortment of pouches in pockets and occasionally on his belt, their contents mostly as mysterious as the symbol on his gloves.
Player's online availability : Varies.
Registered: May 4, 2016 20:26:48 GMT -8
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Post by Valerian Kastimeer on Jun 12, 2016 15:58:20 GMT -8
"I of course accept, Madame Naoki." It wasn't exactly easy to bow from a seated position, but Valerian came close regardless. Rupert on the other hand did bow, a frankly tastelessly elaborate bow after Valerian straightened. Emahra's look was acknowledged with a single brow raising for a moment before his face returned to that neutral expression. He didn't really give anyone else a chance to speak before he spoke again, though, his attention focused on Naoki. "What did you have in mind, madame? I'm assuming, based on what I've learned so far from the outside, a primarily defensive fleet with plenty of lighter units to protect trade -- or, if necessary, to deny trade to hostile nations. Does that sound about right?"
Glances in the direction of Stark and Gothmog would relay, most likely, that they would converse on details later. No need for the laypeople for that particular meeting.
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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 Jun 12, 2016 23:22:55 GMT -8
In response to Valerian’s inquiry, Naoki nods slowly.
“I must admit at this point, I’m not at all versed on naval strategy. I would appreciate at a later date if you would reccomend some material for me to review to gain a functional understanding of the art, but for now, I couldn’t tell you with any detail what I’d like, beyond “a navy enough to protect Isran merchants at sea, defend the waters off our west coast, and potentially disrupt enemy naval movements.” What you said seems to be that, so I’ll nod, and smile, and say, “Yes. That. Make me that.””
Naoki proceeds to humorously pantomime, grinning widely and nodding vigorously for a moment before slowing, and allowing her grin to devolve into a light chuckle before fading out entirely.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jun 13, 2016 5:46:11 GMT -8
Protect trade eh? He supposed a lifetime of doing the exact opposite of that made him an expert on how to defend against people like himself. And he could certainly deny trade to other nations. He had been a plague on Gauldin and Isra trade for years before finally losing his ship. He nodded on acceptance of the Admiral's look, Lady Naoki did not need to hear such trivial details. He took another swig from his flask and glanced at the door, wondering when the waitress would return with more alcohol.
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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 Jun 13, 2016 10:32:41 GMT -8
Nothing was said, although when Naoki gestured in her direction, the Elf nodded and let a tiny smirk curl upon her lips. She was treated very well indeed. That acknowledgement given, she resumed watching the trio interact with her employer.
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Antonio Stark
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall, keeps in-shape but not to the same extent as well-travelled adventurers or soldiers. The picture is an apt description.
Clothes and Equipment: He tends to dress fairly nicely, unless he is working, then it is whatever is required to do the necessary work.
Registered: May 15, 2016 14:31:50 GMT -8
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Post by Antonio Stark on Jun 13, 2016 16:55:53 GMT -8
"No need to look at them if you don't want to ma'am, I can show them to Admiral Valerian and his friend at a later date Lady Naoki."
His tone was mostly serious, with some slight disappointment as he realized he was not going to be able to show his drawings at the meeting. Well, hopefully at least he would have the opportunity to show off to that attractive waitress before the end of the night. He tucked his drawings away as he nodded at Valerian's assessment, the ships he had designed would be more than adequate for what was needed of them.
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Valerian Kastimeer
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 32
Physical Description: Valerian is of average height at 5'10", with the lean build of a climber and fighter. Black hair is kept cut fairly short, with the bangs hanging over his brow but not quite in his eyes and the rest roughly matching that theme. His eyes are black, with iris and pupil indistinguishable from each other. Valerian looks young for his age, often taken to be five or more years younger than he in fact is. Typically on his shoulder, but sometimes in a pocket, is the undead squirrel companion that Valerian has named "Rupert."
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Valerian is almost constantly clad in a semi-formal blue uniform, complete with award ribbons, a gold command braid, and shoulder and collar rank insignia. The uniform can include a long black coat in inclement weather. It is exceedingly rare for Valerian to be seen without his weapon; a broad-headed spear of variable properties. At times it is standard length for a battle spear, comfortably wielded in two hands and impossible to wield with one; at others it is short enough to use one-handed. Similar to the spear, Valerian is never seen without the white gloves he wears -- those gloves bear some arcane symbol on the back of the hand. Rounding out his equipment is an assortment of pouches in pockets and occasionally on his belt, their contents mostly as mysterious as the symbol on his gloves.
Player's online availability : Varies.
Registered: May 4, 2016 20:26:48 GMT -8
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Post by Valerian Kastimeer on Jun 16, 2016 15:42:13 GMT -8
"Well then, Madame, I believe we know what we need to know." Valerian's attention turned to his compatriots for a moment. "I suppose we can meet later to discuss details. Separately or together; it will be different matters. Antonio, I'll be going over ships with you, as I'm sure you realized. Gothmog, we'll talk a little strategy and a lot of personnel -- training sailors and marines."
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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 Jun 17, 2016 8:54:51 GMT -8
“Excellent. Once you’ve got a plan sorted out, I’d appreciate being informed, but I’ll leave it to you fellows to do the formulation.”
As if on cue, Madeline chooses this moment to return with dinner. Her cart jingles slightly as she wheels it into the room; it’s anyone’s guess how she got it up the stairs. With well practiced movement, she begins transferring the covered platters from the cart to their intended recipient.
For Naoki, The King’s Ransom. Even though the dish’s creator isn’t present to prepare it personally, the Midnight Sun cooks have learned to craft a reasonable enough facsimile. Naoki’s special order, as it has been ordered a few times before includes having the slab cut lengthwise before serving and foregoes the peas.
For Ema, the Katashima special with a tall glass of Silverleaf. Though the nation in reference has since been lost to the sands of time, its legacy lives on in this dish. For Valerian, the Solar Flare and the accompanying drinks; seafood for the seafaring man. Though, traditionally prepared lobsters aren’t nearly as spicy. And another for Stark, identical to the first save for the Dragon’s Roar that is placed to one side. And finally, for Gothmog, a massive steak. As opposed to the reasonably sized ceramics the rest of the meals are served on, this stake of undeclared origin sits directly on a bed of mashed potatoes, which in turn sits directly on the platter it is served on. The spinach is provided separately in a bowl, along with some oversized utensils.
After waiting for each member of her table to be served, Naoki raises her mug toward the center of the table in some manner of undeclared toast, and after taking a sip, sets about consuming her meal- still somewhat hungry from not having eaten earlier in the day.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jun 17, 2016 9:26:07 GMT -8
Gothmog nodded his thanks to the waitress as she set the steak down in front of him. He gestured to the rum bottle indicating politely for her to bring another one. The steak was exactly how he and any self-respecting orc liked it...big and bloody. He raised whatever he had closest to hand in the toast as well before setting in to his meal. He ate in a manner befitting himself...vicious. In spite of that, he ate relatively politely as befitted a place of this nature, his mannerisms giving off his barely restrained ferocity in the most dignified manner possible. He created little mess and made surprisingly little noise.
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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 Jun 17, 2016 11:35:37 GMT -8
Straightening and looking eagerly at the cart as their food arrived, Ema gave a smile to Madeline. She was starving and eager to dig in to the delicious noodle dish. As usual, she waited until everyone had been served before reaching for her glass. Raising it toward Naoki, she inclined her head slightly in respect.. but before taking a sip, she turned her head and looked at Valerian, tipping her glass toward him in a small, private toast, accompanied by a few softly-spoken words.
"Congratulations, Admiral." The glass was then raised to her lips, and she took a small sip, before setting it aside. The traditional chopsticks were plucked up with ease, and she began to eat, moving food from bowl to mouth without dropping a single piece. The conversation was light and amicable, mostly her conversing with Valerian about his plans and commenting on them - from the proposed location of the shipyard to the eventual port city at the mouth of the river, and potential sources of lumber and ore. She was semi-well versed in naval matters, part of her education in preparation for becoming queen. She hadn't shared that part of her past with Valerian during their journey, simply saying she was from a land far from Isra and unable to go home, and no doubt he would find her knowledge somewhat surprising. The inevitable question of where she'd learned about ships was met with a small, slightly sad smile and a simple reply.
"Perhaps I will tell you one day."
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Antonio Stark
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall, keeps in-shape but not to the same extent as well-travelled adventurers or soldiers. The picture is an apt description.
Clothes and Equipment: He tends to dress fairly nicely, unless he is working, then it is whatever is required to do the necessary work.
Registered: May 15, 2016 14:31:50 GMT -8
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Post by Antonio Stark on Jun 17, 2016 12:22:00 GMT -8
Stark's eyes followed Madeline's progress as she drifted around the room handing out the dinner plates. As she puts Stark's meal in front of him, he slips a piece of parchment in her pocket with his address and name on it. She was exactly his type, and the parchment's other side was an invitation to join him for drinks after she got off work. He winked at her as he slipped the note into her pocket before turning to raise his glass to the toast. He joined in Ema and Valerian's conversation, glad to be able to catch up with his old friend.
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