Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035 
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Mar 28, 2016 17:51:38 GMT -8
“Good, that’s the goal. In lieu of any of that, it’s still my job to educate you on how to function and be capable in today’s world. To that end, I’d like to start having regular sessions with you, wherein I set aside some time, perhaps a couple hours each week, most days of the week, to meet with and educate you. There are still an awful lot of things you don’t know about the world, and I feel obligated to help you alleviate that issue personally. I’ll have a look at my schedule and get back you about it later, but unless you’re terribly opposed to the idea, we should start doing that soon. I suggest considering what sorts of things you might like to learn about first, we can tailor your lessons to suit your interests. ” Removing her legs from the desktop, Naoki stands from her seat, slides the book back before her, and moves to open the door so that Skarlet and The Twins may exit. “With that said, however, I’m currently preparing for tomorrow’s trip. We’ll speak about this later, but for the time being, I need to get back to it.” With a wave of her arm, she indicates the hallway. Leaving the arm outstretched, she also extends the other in a suggested stance for a hug as Skarlet presumably stands to exit. "Yes ma'am." Skarlet would get up and head to the door. When Naoki seemed to be wanting a hug, Skarlet would come over and give her. Her would press against her and Naoki would get to feel the smooth material of back of Skarlet's bunny suit during the hug. After a few moments she'd release and go through the door, "Thank you Mom." Skarlet waited for the twins then. |
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Cyronin the Blue
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 28
Physical Description: Trying.
Clothes and Equipment: https://imgur.com/a/sIpRe
Player's online availability : Often?
Registered: Nov 9, 2015 2:04:16 GMT -8
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Post by Cyronin the Blue on Mar 28, 2016 18:26:02 GMT -8
A tall, dusty man, in blue armour and a full-face pushed open the door, stilling conversation at the tables nearest him. He walked across the main floor, pushing his way through the throngs of drunkards with skeins in their hands. As he arrived at the staff staircase, he walked up it, leaning against the wall and taking his helmet off. Beneath, of course, was the familiar face of Cyronin the Blue, agent of the Midnight Sun.
He opened his room, tossing the helmet on the bed and sighing. The room was swelteringly hot, as a result of the curtains and door having been closed for the last few months as he went about his missions in the foreign lands. He walked to the window, pulling the curtains apart and pushing the glass panes up, sighing, pleased by the feeling of the sun on his face and breeze in his hair.
Next to go on the bed was his sword, belt, boots, and gloves, followed by his chest piece and greaves, before he could finally sit down on the ground in his underclothes, relaxing as he waited for the Madame or Reese to contact him for his next assignment.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 13:07:24 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2016 18:46:10 GMT -8
Being that close to the man, basking in the turmoil of his emotions.. Takhana received flashes of vision. A white haired woman.. no.. a wolf? ..Both. He had deep feelings for her. And she was.. missing? She also saw glimpses of this woman talking to Alden, hugging him... So it was someone that this man and Alden both knew, and were close to. That was more than enough reason for her to send him to Alden's home, and Takhana nodded once. "Of course. He resides at 13 Riverside Drive. If he asks how you found his home, simply tell him that Takhana saw you had need of him, and supplied you with the address. He'll understand." With a smile, Takhana stepped back out of his way, gesturing toward the door. "Thank you." Kematian left with haste. |
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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 Mar 29, 2016 14:24:50 GMT -8
Naoki listens quietly as he continues to relate the story of the Frok'Nold, careful to keep her hands folded in her lap. What a story it is, too, assuming he is to be believed. Though he has no particular reason to distrust him, the fantasticality of his tale lends to some mild doubts, and the ambiguity of his words leave some things to be interpreted. He may be embellishing or exaggerating, relating the facts he was taught. However, it’s probably best to take it all at face value for the time being, and reassess later. As the name Rag'Novok is mentioned and explained, full realization dawns. So that’s what that massive stone dragon was, months ago en route to The Chalet. A weapon-creature created by some old gods of the Frok'Nold, designed to halt the progress of other civilizations. When it had been claiming ownership of the mountains, it had thought itself to be in the right. But then again, she supposes, ‘right’ is, by its nature, only relative. After he finishes, she nods, solemnly and respectfully, thinking herself to have understood and digested all that he said. She considers her response for a moment before stating it. “To whom do you refer? As I recall, I have only dispatched a single individual to visit your settlement, Artaxerxes . He is a tool sharpener by trade, and I sent him visiting to learn of your people. Though he did choose to attempt to lend his hand to assist your people, he did not tell me of any oaths taken. When he realized that his talents and equipment were insufficient to deal with your issue, he withdrew in the interest of preserving his own life. I apologize that he wasn’t able to assist as fully as we both would have liked, but there isn’t much to be done about it at this point, besides moving forward in the best possible manner. If you’d like, I could send someone else, and I would be happy to cooperate in some other way, but I see little that can be done to remedy Artaxerxes 's shortcomings as they apply to the past.” |
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Leona Malric
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 21
Physical Description: ------------------------------------------------------------
Slim, female girl
Light tan
Middle-long (chest-length) flowing dark brown hair
Light green eyes
Fit physique
5'7ft
130lbs
Slight dark makeup around eyes
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She usually wears light leather armor (her midriff bare), pants, boots and gloves. On her belt she carries two daggers, which are on her back and a shortsword on her left hip.
On her right shoulder she also has a single pauldron made of dragon scales, which she received from her mentor. Attached on that pauldron are four small throwing knives.
Also from that same material, her right sword arm is covered by a couter and a gauntlet.
A longsword is bound to her back.
She usually also carries a longbow and a shield, strapped to her backpack. According to the situation she switches her equipment.
Sword: http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa122/brotherbanzai/DSCF3430.jpg~original
Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Mar 29, 2016 11:51:46 GMT -8
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Post by Leona Malric on Mar 30, 2016 8:03:46 GMT -8
[Entering the Midnight Sun]
As Leona enters the building, she found herself at one end of a large rectangular room, looking at tables with drinking patrons and serving girls flitting around taking peoples orders and serving drinks. This was not at all better than outside. The noise inside was deafening and she could see, that even Akanor didn't feel well with this amount of volume, as he lowered his ears and looked up at her.
He stayed close at her side as she walked through the big room, trying to figure out where she had to go. She was not in the mood to have a drink at the bar. Neither was she after playing cards or any kind of gambling. She could either try the stairs or turn right and go through a set of double doors. There weren't many people going up- or downstairs, so this could mean some privacy and space, but she wanted to discover everything on this floor first so she went through the doors.
And finally luck was on her side. As soon as she went through the doors the noise died and she found herself in a nice and comfortable atmosphere. This seemed to be the place where she could stay for a while and it also seemed, that she could even get a room and some well needed rest here.
She approached the desk to her left, feeling a headache starting.
"Hello. I'm looking to rent a room for the night. Is this the right place?"
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Reese Cresno
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130 
Physical Description: Reese is a very skeletal man, albeit one dressed to impress. He has a very wide grin, as would be expected of a person whose face lacks a skin. His bones are well-polished indeed, sometimes catching and reflecting a bit of light. This is possibly achieved with a bit of glaze, as normal skeletons are rather dull and lackluster.
Clothes and Equipment: Reese is always dressed in an immaculate suit, complete with a fine ironwood walking stick. A small chain hangs out of a jacket pocket. Were one to yank it out, they would find an elaborate medallion bearing a single, glowing, silver-etched eye.
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 11:48:35 GMT -8
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Post by Reese Cresno on Mar 30, 2016 8:33:22 GMT -8
(Another timesplit, as is the standard! This one'll happen after the meeting with Takhana which, due to my own negligence, is still going.)
...I'll be at the teleportation circle on the second floor.
Reese severed the connection, stood, and made a beeline directly to the former storage closet. He knew how quickly Alden could move when the assassin put his mind to it, and thought it best to start working without any delay.
The room itself had been cleaned up nicely, the series of rune-chips Grandma had designed tucked into various sockets that made a rough circle, when viewed from the doorway. It wasn't a perfect one, due to the difficulties of preparing a modular ritual base, but it certainly sufficed.
The lich rolled out the map he toted around onto the floor, pinning it into place with a few chunks of gleaming quartz. A single skeletal finger traced a path from Isra to that strange little valley tucked amongst the mountains to the east. Hmph. Mountain in the way, and it's a valley. I had best not overshoot.
Reese wandered about the circle, pulling out rune-marked stone chips and replacing them with others stored within a convenient rack on the far wall. It took several minutes, as most all of the former system had to be switched out. Reese would have preferred to take more time on this, but he felt it should be safe enough. He stepped back, scanning his work. Double-checked, triple-checked. All appeared to be in order, lacking only the intended travelers.
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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 Mar 30, 2016 10:06:48 GMT -8
Taken at a walk the trip from Alden's house to The Midnight Sun is roughly an hour. Alden was there in five minutes. A testament to how fast one can move when they go in a straight line. Also to how fast one can move when they have magically enhanced limbs. It is only when he gets to the door that he realizes he forgot Kem. He waits outside for the warrior who arrives twenty five minutes later. Which is very impressive for a normal man in full plate. The former assassin give the other man a sheepish smile.
"Sorry shouldn't have left you behind."
With Kem there he leads the man inside and up to Reese's room. Alden knocks on the door. A largely meaningless gesture in most cases but Reese might still be working.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 13:07:24 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2016 10:25:24 GMT -8
The Chieftan lifted his chest and head as high as possible now, listening to her response with as much focus as he could, his arms flexing as they returned to clasping onto his kneecaps. Her words weren't offensive, but they held no promise of compliment either. It was simply heard to Thorok as an excuse for the warrior's retreat. His eyebrows narrowed to her for a moment, only moving a good centimeter during the beginning of his response as his hands began to drain the pigmentation from the skin around his knees with his death grip. "This.. Artaxerxe's shortcomings lead to the falling of my prized brother, Theev'Nok. Killed by the hands of who he and many others were sent to end." He found his back slouching as he was barely, oh so barely, began to lean towards her, fixing his position as Aithen would've flicked his eyes over to Thorok for a split second. Clearing his throat, Thorok continued his part. "I have not came for any supplication upon reinforcements, my nemesis has fled these lands and is safe in his own. Now, now I seek retribution, and allies to the kingdom I shall return, by my own hands." Both of his hands raised to the section of his lower ribs, elbows remaining at their present position as his fingers gripped to imitate claws. His biceps twitched mightily, his arms flexed with emphacy upon the thought of returning his homeland to this world, muscles flexed and rippling along his entire upper body. "Shall my birthright return to this realm, I will look to you. And as I attain my Enlightenment, I shall reward you for that of effort, the recognition that has been forgotten for oh so long. I chain to my name a promise, a seal, that you may consider a covenant during my rule. A thousand of my kin to serve for the one you've sent, and a thirty-sixth of all the gold that remains scattered along my lands." His face seemed to furl and frown with intensity and pride as he spoke, a hand reached out, obviously wishing to grasp upon her forearm as he would wait for her response. Once she would do so, he would begin to stand, staring to her eyes the entire time. "But as for now... As for now, I shall send this Kardethian to Isra, that he may serve you, beginning on the day my throne is claimed, and my crown is forged by the Gods." From there, he broke his handshake with her, a fist slamming to his chest as the dreadlocks behind him bounced gently, looking to Aithen, and then Artemis. "And so it shall be." He spoke the common phrase as he nodded his head respectfully towards her. "Mathladeem will return, and all Frok'Nold shall attain the glory they've longed since the beginning. Send my promise to any who rules over you, that they may acknowledge the beginning of the orcs' second coming." From there, he looked to Naoki, eyes softening as he spoke one last goodbye. "All-Maker Guide You."With that, Thorok, the Chieftan of the Frok'Nold, marched to the stairway, staring behind his shoulder before marching down the stairs and out of The Midnight Sun, the orc guards following behind him at first, outside they would resume their previous formation. Aithen would have looked to Empress Naoki and Artemis, a single step made towards the doorway as he waited to see if there were any questions to ask before he would be allowed to leave, himself baffled as well at the promises the Chieftan made for him. --------------------- Thorok and Company leave --------------- |
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Rarraennan "Cynder" K'talon
Committed
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 26
Physical Description: Covered in a sleek, silky coat of blue fur, this catlike jungle islander stands at about five feet tall, average height for one of her species, though rather short compared to other humanoids. She has almond-shaped, sly brown slitted eyes and a short snout, ending in a wet black nose. Two fluffy blue and white ears poke up above an oddly misplaced head of brown silky hair, the left one pierced with two hoop earrings. Her figure is lithe and well-toned, speaking to a life of intense physical activity.
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Cynder generally wears a set of black and gold leather clothing, coated with a wax that makes it fireproof, due to Cynder's being covered in fur, and the difficulties that presents as a pyromancer. Her top is a low-cut halter top with gold lining, and her trousers are tight leather trousers, complemented by a pair of sturdy boots, perfect for acrobatic performances. When not performing, she generally walks about with her feet uncovered, preferring the feel of the ground beneath her paws. She wears quite a bit of golden jewelry, as well, all produced in her homeland long, long ago, handed down to her by her mother.
Registered: Feb 13, 2016 19:57:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rarraennan "Cynder" K'talon on Mar 30, 2016 11:03:41 GMT -8
"Oh, uh...well...my people have five kittens on average, so the house will need to be large enough for at least that many," responds Cynder as she averts her eyes, a bit embarrassed that she'd be having so many children at once with a race that generally has only one, although she stays straddled upon his lap as she speaks.
"As a performer I didn't really have anything to spend money on, so I have a lot saved up. We could probably afford any house we like, between the two of us!" she continues, her smile returning as she places her forehead to Alden's affectionately, her fuzzy ears twitching and her tail swaying back and fourth. She's so happy she could take him right here...but that probably wouldn't be very nice to Naoki, making her room smell like cat pheromones.
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The Starlight Dawn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 116
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun/Starlight Dawn, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 5:08:38 GMT -8
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Post by The Starlight Dawn on Mar 30, 2016 11:14:15 GMT -8
[Entering the Midnight Sun] As Leona enters the building, she found herself at one end of a large rectangular room, looking at tables with drinking patrons and serving girls flitting around taking peoples orders and serving drinks. This was not at all better than outside. The noise inside was deafening and she could see, that even Akanor didn't feel well with this amount of volume, as he lowered his ears and looked up at her. He stayed close at her side as she walked through the big room, trying to figure out where she had to go. She was not in the mood to have a drink at the bar. Neither was she after playing cards or any kind of gambling. She could either try the stairs or turn right and go through a set of double doors. There weren't many people going up- or downstairs, so this could mean some privacy and space, but she wanted to discover everything on this floor first so she went through the doors. And finally luck was on her side. As soon as she went through the doors the noise died and she found herself in a nice and comfortable atmosphere. This seemed to be the place where she could stay for a while and it also seemed, that she could even get a room and some well needed rest here. She approached the desk to her left, feeling a headache starting. "Hello. I'm looking to rent a room for the night. Is this the right place?" As his latest guest approaches, Cecil rises from his seated reading and emphatically begins to deliver his spiel. “Ah, but of course it is! You’re standing inside The Midnight Sun! This is THE place to rent a room! Superior to all other temporary residencies, miiiiiles ahead of the-! …” He pauses mid-sentence, noting Leona’s apparent exhaustion. Apologetically, he re-seats himself on his stool, and proceeds in a softer tone. “I am Cecil, innkeeper. This is The Midnight Sun’s inn. Rooms are one Sun per night, suites are two.” He peers over the counter to get a better look at Akanor before sitting back down. He seems unperturbed when he says, “Animals are allowed, as so long as they do not disturb the other guests or make a mess of the room. Though, the same can be said for the guests as well.” He grins a bit at his attempt at humor, before allowing Leona to respond. |
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Leona Malric
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 21
Physical Description: ------------------------------------------------------------
Slim, female girl
Light tan
Middle-long (chest-length) flowing dark brown hair
Light green eyes
Fit physique
5'7ft
130lbs
Slight dark makeup around eyes
Clothes and Equipment: ------------------------------------------------------------
She usually wears light leather armor (her midriff bare), pants, boots and gloves. On her belt she carries two daggers, which are on her back and a shortsword on her left hip.
On her right shoulder she also has a single pauldron made of dragon scales, which she received from her mentor. Attached on that pauldron are four small throwing knives.
Also from that same material, her right sword arm is covered by a couter and a gauntlet.
A longsword is bound to her back.
She usually also carries a longbow and a shield, strapped to her backpack. According to the situation she switches her equipment.
Sword: http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa122/brotherbanzai/DSCF3430.jpg~original
Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Mar 29, 2016 11:51:46 GMT -8
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Post by Leona Malric on Mar 30, 2016 12:07:34 GMT -8
[Entering the Midnight Sun] As Leona enters the building, she found herself at one end of a large rectangular room, looking at tables with drinking patrons and serving girls flitting around taking peoples orders and serving drinks. This was not at all better than outside. The noise inside was deafening and she could see, that even Akanor didn't feel well with this amount of volume, as he lowered his ears and looked up at her. He stayed close at her side as she walked through the big room, trying to figure out where she had to go. She was not in the mood to have a drink at the bar. Neither was she after playing cards or any kind of gambling. She could either try the stairs or turn right and go through a set of double doors. There weren't many people going up- or downstairs, so this could mean some privacy and space, but she wanted to discover everything on this floor first so she went through the doors. And finally luck was on her side. As soon as she went through the doors the noise died and she found herself in a nice and comfortable atmosphere. This seemed to be the place where she could stay for a while and it also seemed, that she could even get a room and some well needed rest here. She approached the desk to her left, feeling a headache starting. "Hello. I'm looking to rent a room for the night. Is this the right place?" As his latest guest approaches, Cecil rises from his seated reading and emphatically begins to deliver his spiel. “Ah, but of course it is! You’re standing inside The Midnight Sun! This is THE place to rent a room! Superior to all other temporary residencies, miiiiiles ahead of the-! …” He pauses mid-sentence, noting Leona’s apparent exhaustion. Apologetically, he re-seats himself on his stool, and proceeds in a softer tone. “I am Cecil, innkeeper. This is The Midnight Sun’s inn. Rooms are one Sun per night, suites are two.” He peers over the counter to get a better look at Akanor before sitting back down. He seems unperturbed when he says, “Animals are allowed, as so long as they do not disturb the other guests or make a mess of the room. Though, the same can be said for the guests as well.” He grins a bit at his attempt at humor, before allowing Leona to respond. As soon as the man with the beard started talking, Leona's eyes grew wide as she took in what he had to say. He was like on of the merchants on the road outside praising his wares. Luckily he noticed her current state of fatigue and continued without the usual show he probably presented to other customers. "Nice to meet you, Cecil. I am Leona Malric and this fleabag is Akanor." she answered. Akanor growled as he heard the familiar word, she sometimes used to call him. "And don't worry. He is as well-mannered as I am. There won't be any problems." she continued proudly. "As for the room, a simple one will be enough. I haven't exchanged any money yet, am I able to do that here?" she asked. She hadn't noticed that this establishment was using a different kind of currency, but she thought quick enough to realize it, when he had mentioned it. In her mind she was already thinking of the nice hot bath she could take. Surely this inn had to have some nice, large bathtubs, where you could completely submerge and relax. After that she would get some well needed rest. |
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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 Mar 30, 2016 12:14:15 GMT -8
"Oh, uh...well...my people have five kittens on average, so the house will need to be large enough for at least that many," responds Cynder as she averts her eyes, a bit embarrassed that she'd be having so many children at once with a race that generally has only one, although she stays straddled upon his lap as she speaks. "As a performer I didn't really have anything to spend money on, so I have a lot saved up. We could probably afford any house we like, between the two of us!" she continues, her smile returning as she places her forehead to Alden's affectionately, her fuzzy ears twitching and her tail swaying back and fourth. She's so happy she could take him right here...but that probably wouldn't be very nice to Naoki, making her room smell like cat pheromones. Five kittens? Oh five children. FIVE CHILDREN! Alden's jaw drops his surprise at this new visible. He had been worried when he thought he was just getting one child. This was five times more than that. He once again hugs Cynder to him, crushing her into his chest. It takes him a moment to marshal his thoughts back into order. Okay. All right. He could do this. They would just be tiny people. Tiny people completely dependent on him and Cynder. Tiny people who would have to take care of, teach, raise, and nurture. He was pretty sure that was what you did with children. Wait what would he teach them? He only knew how to kill things. That wasn't a normal people skill. Should he be teaching children how to kill things? That was how he was raised, and based on that personal experience it seemed like a poor choice. "Okay big house. Cause there is going to be five kittens. Five tiny people completely dependent on us. I really hope you know how to raise children. Cause I got nothing. Do you think there is a book I can read?" |
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Reese Cresno
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Physical Description: Reese is a very skeletal man, albeit one dressed to impress. He has a very wide grin, as would be expected of a person whose face lacks a skin. His bones are well-polished indeed, sometimes catching and reflecting a bit of light. This is possibly achieved with a bit of glaze, as normal skeletons are rather dull and lackluster.
Clothes and Equipment: Reese is always dressed in an immaculate suit, complete with a fine ironwood walking stick. A small chain hangs out of a jacket pocket. Were one to yank it out, they would find an elaborate medallion bearing a single, glowing, silver-etched eye.
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 11:48:35 GMT -8
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Post by Reese Cresno on Mar 30, 2016 17:09:56 GMT -8
Reese heard a rapping upon his door from across the hall and down a ways. "I'm not in my room, come over here! Go ahead and let yourself in!"
Satisfied that his modifications to the teleportation circle were reasonably safe, the lich stood back, waiting for Alden and his new buddy to enter. When they did, he tipped the brim of his hat towards Alden before turning to Kematian, offering a hand in greeting. "A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sahar! I know Alden mentioned me, but it never hurts to be polite and do introductions properly. I'm Reese, Reese Cresno."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 13:07:24 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2016 17:45:33 GMT -8
A lich?! Kematian's automatic reaction was to reach for his sword, but the incredible politeness of the skeleton stopped him. This was confusing. Liches... They weren't nice. They generally needed killing. Why was this one acting like a civilized gentleman? No matter. Just roll with it. Kematian released his grip on the sword and took the hand. "It is... Nice to meet you, Mr. Cresno."
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Reese Cresno
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Physical Description: Reese is a very skeletal man, albeit one dressed to impress. He has a very wide grin, as would be expected of a person whose face lacks a skin. His bones are well-polished indeed, sometimes catching and reflecting a bit of light. This is possibly achieved with a bit of glaze, as normal skeletons are rather dull and lackluster.
Clothes and Equipment: Reese is always dressed in an immaculate suit, complete with a fine ironwood walking stick. A small chain hangs out of a jacket pocket. Were one to yank it out, they would find an elaborate medallion bearing a single, glowing, silver-etched eye.
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 11:48:35 GMT -8
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Post by Reese Cresno on Mar 30, 2016 19:39:35 GMT -8
"I'd love to have a nice talk with you at some point. You sound like a fascinating fellow. I suppose now's not the time, though. To business!"
Reese stepped back and gestured towards the circle.
"It should be pretty simple. You two stand in the middle of that circle, there, then I spark it with a bit of arcane energy and set it all into motion. If I've not mucked it up, it should put you right in the northern segment of that valley."
There wasn't much more to be said. Reese would wait for them to enter the ring before flicking a hand at the side. A little glowing jot of blue fire would jump out and tap the edge of the circle, setting all the runes alight. They would all hum and hiss, the volume slowly building, finally reaching a crescendo alongside a brilliant flash. When the light dimmed, what had been in the circle mere moments ago would have vanished.
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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 Mar 30, 2016 19:47:40 GMT -8
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The Starlight Dawn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 116
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun/Starlight Dawn, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 5:08:38 GMT -8
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Post by The Starlight Dawn on Mar 31, 2016 4:14:59 GMT -8
Cecil nods. “Fair enough, then, pleased to meet you both. You may indeed exchange the currencies of the world for Midnight Sun tokens here. We accept most anything of reasonable value.”
Without anything much more to do, Cecil waits for Leona to continue or display currency she’d like to be converted.
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Leona Malric
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 21
Physical Description: ------------------------------------------------------------
Slim, female girl
Light tan
Middle-long (chest-length) flowing dark brown hair
Light green eyes
Fit physique
5'7ft
130lbs
Slight dark makeup around eyes
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She usually wears light leather armor (her midriff bare), pants, boots and gloves. On her belt she carries two daggers, which are on her back and a shortsword on her left hip.
On her right shoulder she also has a single pauldron made of dragon scales, which she received from her mentor. Attached on that pauldron are four small throwing knives.
Also from that same material, her right sword arm is covered by a couter and a gauntlet.
A longsword is bound to her back.
She usually also carries a longbow and a shield, strapped to her backpack. According to the situation she switches her equipment.
Sword: http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa122/brotherbanzai/DSCF3430.jpg~original
Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Mar 29, 2016 11:51:46 GMT -8
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Post by Leona Malric on Mar 31, 2016 4:26:29 GMT -8
Cecil nods. “Fair enough, then, pleased to meet you both. You may indeed exchange the currencies of the world for Midnight Sun tokens here. We accept most anything of reasonable value.” Without anything much more to do, Cecil waits for Leona to continue or display currency she’d like to be converted. Cecil was nice and Leona liked him. She wondered if most of the people in this city were as courteous as him. "Okay then. Would this be enough?" she asked and put down a couple of gold coins, which should be enough for two nights at the inn plus a little extra to use for food and other conveniences. She leaned forward as she put the coins on the desk and lowered her voice. "Do the rooms have a bath or is there a general bathhouse around?" she asked, blushing. She did have some awkward memories from past experiences where some inns only had mixed bathing. Hopefully this wouldn't be the case here. |
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The Starlight Dawn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 116
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun/Starlight Dawn, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 5:08:38 GMT -8
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Post by The Starlight Dawn on Mar 31, 2016 4:43:23 GMT -8
As Leona places the gold coins on his counter, Cecil nods. Gold coins are by far the most common currency exchanged. Lifting one up to hold before his face, he appraises it, confirms it to be gold, and places it back down the the rest.
“These are worth six Suns.”
From beneath the counter, he locates the mentioned tokens, and places them in a small pile adjacent to the gold coins. In a similarly low tone, he continues, “Each room does indeed come with complimentary running water, courtesy of The Aqueduct. If you’d prefer, room six is vacant, and it has a bath suitable… for very… large individuals.”
He pauses for a moment before realizing what he just implied, displaying his palms in a mock surrender and attempting to amend his statement.
“I- I mean... I don’t mean to imply anything, other than room six has above-average sized furniture, and you may find it preferable to bathe in the large tub! It’s a very nice tub.”
Cecil grins widely and scratches his beard, hoping she didn’t take offense.
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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 Mar 31, 2016 5:59:51 GMT -8
As Thorok abruptly stands to leave, Naoki raises a hand to wave respectively in farewell.
“Until we meet again, then.”
She remains seated for a long few moments after he’s left, sitting, hands folded in deep thought, attempting to process all that he said before departing. She motions first to @artemeis, “Transcribe all of that.” She would need to look over all that which was said later, when she has more time to think about it.
Next, she stands, and looks to Aithen. “What of you? What do you plan to do next, Aithen?”
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