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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2017 19:08:54 GMT -8
Kiera exhales slowly, somehow not relieved in his looking to leave. Then again, he'd agitated her - it was a weird thing.
"Well... thank you. It's nice to have met you, even if briefly. Ah, I'm Kiera... if we meet again."
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
Established
Roleplay posts: 42 
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Registered: May 27, 2016 16:33:55 GMT -8
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on May 2, 2017 19:10:44 GMT -8
"Keld." The mage says simply nodding at her in a way that suggests he might be smiling though it was impossible to tell because of the mask. Then his attention turns to the door and just as suddenly as he arrived he was gone.
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Torrin Delmirev
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 31
Physical Description: This silvery dragonborn is truly massive to behold, at nearly eight feet tall with bulging muscles and some well-groomed scales. He keeps his teeth shiny white, and polishes his scales regularly. He usually smells of mint, and is completely cold to the touch.
Clothes and Equipment: Torrin keeps his armor as clean as his scales, and it is even a matching grey color. His armor is thick and heavy, limiting his speed in running, but making him all but impervious to most weaponry. He wields a fairly wicked looking sword, both ceremonial and functional amongst his people, as well as shield emblazoned with a silver dragon on it in honor of his ancestors.
Registered: Feb 17, 2017 16:12:58 GMT -8
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Post by Torrin Delmirev on May 3, 2017 8:18:21 GMT -8
Naoki would not be kept waiting long, the large Dragonborn being one of those rare punctual types. He wore no armor or weaponry, just a plain black shirt and loose hide pants. Torrin spotted Lady Naoki and took a seat opposite her, the very top of his tail hanging out past the booth. "Lady Naoki! A pleasure to see you looking so well on this fine day," he said jovially, a wide grin exposing his numerous sharp teeth. Offering a nod and a smile in greeting, Naoki responds, Likewise, Torrin. I trust you’ve been well since we last met.” Before she continues, Naoki pauses to ensure that the booth’s runic protections are active and functioning properly. Symbols of ancient magic glow faintly in the otherwise pristine tabletop, guaranteeing, among other things, that none outside the booth will be able to hear the conversation within. Satisfied, Naoki returns her attention to her guest and spends a moment to look him over. Torrin Delmirev, a seasoned warrior, and experienced leader. She had met him many months previously, through a mutual friend of theirs. He was employed at the time, and Naoki had no particular reason to seek his services, but the two had exchanged pleasantries. They have met by chance on a few occasions since then, and at this point could be considered friendly acquaintances. “As I mentioned, I have asked you here to discuss what I intend to develop into a mutually beneficial business relationship. It would involve you becoming employed as the leader of a unique branch of armed forces for The Free States of Isra.” Naoki pauses to take a sip of her drink before continuing, “Would you like something to eat or drink, or perhaps to discuss anything else before we begin?” As she awaits a response, her right-hand dips below the table into the pouch on her hip. From it, she pulls what appears to be a pearl, and idly begins to roll it between her fingers. "I am well, indeed, I have brought you a gift from my Company's last excursion into the Mountains." He pulled a large, clear cut sapphire, similar in shape to an egg, with swirling red energy inside and set it on the table between them. "Came from the hoard of the Great Wyrm Glancagon. My Company and I cleared it out a couple of weeks ago, and I know you have a fondness for such things. No clue what it does though, maybe one of the Enclave mages could tell you, my battlemages had no idea." Their mutual friend was none other than the former Commodore Elizabeth Finch, who hired his Company on occasion to deal with threats to the Griffins in the mountains. The wild griffins would attack the Riders on sight if they entered their territory with their griffins, so they would hire Torrin's Company to eliminate any threat to the wild griffin's survival. Torrin's group was comprised of some very large mercenaries; orcs, minotaurs, dragonborn, and the like. So they dealt with these threats in exchange for getting to keep the hoard of whatever they killed. "I do recall the reason for our meeting, and am most intrigued by your offer. I would like some food and drink, it was a long journey, but I will defer to you as to what is good here." |
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2017 19:00:59 GMT -8
Tired of staring at the wall of bottles and glasses on the other side of the bar, Kiera would turn about in her seat to let her gaze cautiously wander the establishment - trying to avoid eye contact with anyone. She can't help but watch Karath Durson with curiosity, being in a group like that. He was another odd character, but not quite like the ill looking individual that came in. Assuming the guy didn't turn to look her in the eye, she would continue to watch him in his doings. |
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Karath Durson
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on May 3, 2017 19:45:54 GMT -8
"So," he calls out loudly, clearly intending to take the miniature stage of his small rabble. "While we could still use a few more hands on deck, it looks like we have a pretty good crew to begin with... and you'll all be getting your cut when we end the journey. Those of you who wish to continue on with me are welcome to do so. We'll head out when those of us who are at the festival return."
Karath removed a scroll from his bag of holding and unraveled it on the table. The ink marking an elaborate handmade map of the western coast faded in as though by magic, and he gestured for his group to look over the table if they could.
"The treasure. We believe it might be here," and when he said "here," a red X appeared some place south of here. It disappeared several seconds afterwards, leaving any who didn't immediately see it guessing as to where it was.
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acolyte Brushca
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: younger than he looks
Physical Description: shadowed in a woolen fungus strewn cloak.
there are flem and mucus crusting around his eyes noes and mouth. if one where to examine his ears, you would find that blood had at some time pooled in there folds and has since dried there. his complexion would be vaguely brown where it not for the tired grey that has set in. he is tall and disproportionately thin, almost desiccated in his appearance, all draped in soggy wool. anyone examining his hands can see tiny shards of bone clinging to his skin.
Clothes and Equipment: damp fungus entangled cloak. 1 foot radius metal buoy.
ceremonial limestone cudgel.
Registered: Apr 29, 2017 21:39:48 GMT -8
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Post by acolyte Brushca on May 3, 2017 20:06:28 GMT -8
Brushca begins waving his sign [ labeled with healer for hire in several languages ] karath and the rest group crowded around table upon which the map is splayed.
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Registered: Nov 24, 2024 5:57:38 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2017 20:20:06 GMT -8
Now that was interesting... honestly the most interesting thing besides dealing with a couple of drunkards a couple of weeks back. She nursed her third drink for the evening, continuing to watch the group as the one individual spoke - rather loudly, at that, at least for her hearing - and mulled over something. Perhaps it was a map. It looked like a similar parchment to the small map in her pocket, but likely completely different.
Treasure, huh... she hadn't gone hunting for treasure before. Not really. It certainly piqued her interest.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238 
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on May 4, 2017 21:14:49 GMT -8
"I am well, indeed, I have brought you a gift from my Company's last excursion into the Mountains." He pulled a large, clear cut sapphire, similar in shape to an egg, with swirling red energy inside and set it on the table between them. "Came from the hoard of the Great Wyrm Glancagon. My Company and I cleared it out a couple of weeks ago, and I know you have a fondness for such things. No clue what it does though, maybe one of the Enclave mages could tell you, my battlemages had no idea." Their mutual friend was none other than the former Commodore Elizabeth Finch, who hired his Company on occasion to deal with threats to the Griffins in the mountains. The wild griffins would attack the Riders on sight if they entered their territory with their griffins, so they would hire Torrin's Company to eliminate any threat to the wild griffin's survival. Torrin's group was comprised of some very large mercenaries; orcs, minotaurs, dragonborn, and the like. So they dealt with these threats in exchange for getting to keep the hoard of whatever they killed. "I do recall the reason for our meeting, and am most intrigued by your offer. I would like some food and drink, it was a long journey, but I will defer to you as to what is good here." At the mention of a gift, Lady Naoki’s eyebrows rise in surprise; she had not been expecting a gift. Perhaps he means to butter her up beforehand, she thinks. Regardless, as Torrin places the gemstone on the table, Naoki’s eyes widen slightly as she leans in to examine it. “ Oh, you know me too well…” she says, taking it between two fingers. In holding it up to the light of the chandelier above, Naoki notices the swirling energies within and quirks an eyebrow. These magics are not something she has seen before. They're… raw, and lacks direction. They are not at all like the carefully woven crystalline spell structures in her gems. She will indeed have her artificer look into this. “Thank you,” Naoki continues, returning her attention to her guest. “I appreciate this,” she says, seeming quite sincere. Transferring her pearl from her right hand to her left, Naoki proceeds to place the sapphire in the pouch on her hip. “As for the food…” Trailing off, Naoki tilts her head slightly to one side, raising one ear directly up as she looks Torrin up and down, presumably to guess toward his taste in food. After a few moments, she offers, “You may enjoy the ' Black Pepper Beef Fritta'. It is made by taking a sort of egg mix and adding to it things such as the aforementioned pepper and beef, but also cheese, assorted vegetables, perhaps spices. The result is a somewhat… fluffy, but substantial dish.” With one finger, she gestures toward the bar and the list of drinks above it. “Those are the drinks offered, but there are far more beneath the counter. The majority of the mixed drinks are strong, in the alchemical sense, as opposed to the strictly alcoholic, and I would prefer that you remain more or less sober tonight - at least until I’m finished with you." For another moment she pauses, staring blankly off toward the drink menu before continuing as if she hadn't stopped speaking, "With that in mind, I might suggest a bottle of Silverleaf, if you are partial to wine, and either Dragon’s Roar or Blizzard, depending on if you would like a 'hot' or 'cold' mixed drink, respectively. Either that, or you could name any other sort of beverage, and it will come to this table.” In this, Naoki seems rather confident. The Sun’s collection of alcohol is quite expansive. After taking a sip of her drink, Naoki looks toward Torrin for his thoughts. |
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Torrin Delmirev
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 31
Physical Description: This silvery dragonborn is truly massive to behold, at nearly eight feet tall with bulging muscles and some well-groomed scales. He keeps his teeth shiny white, and polishes his scales regularly. He usually smells of mint, and is completely cold to the touch.
Clothes and Equipment: Torrin keeps his armor as clean as his scales, and it is even a matching grey color. His armor is thick and heavy, limiting his speed in running, but making him all but impervious to most weaponry. He wields a fairly wicked looking sword, both ceremonial and functional amongst his people, as well as shield emblazoned with a silver dragon on it in honor of his ancestors.
Registered: Feb 17, 2017 16:12:58 GMT -8
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Post by Torrin Delmirev on May 5, 2017 5:31:39 GMT -8
The gift was a sincere gesture, after all, she had approached him with the offer, not the other way around.
"The frita sounds excellent. And as for sobriety you need not worry, I am a professional in every sense."
A snort was accompanied by a smoke ring at her offer of drinks.
"Lady Naoki, I am almost insulted that you would think I didn't prefer the hot drink. It is in my nature after all. Dragon's Roar sounds excellent to me. I may bring a couple bottles of wine back to the Company though, they were most disappointed to not be along."
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Abby Longblood
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 21
Physical Description: An albino girl with a short body and thin posture. Her skin is very pale and her hair is dyed a soft pink over her natural white-silver. Because of her Albinism her eyes appear red.
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Clothes and Equipment: Likes to wear dresses that are short in the front, with torn apart lace over it to make it easier to move.
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Her weapon is a long black leather whip with an enchantment gem in the handle. When touched by any part of the whip the victim will be hit with a current of electricity. Not enough to knock them out, but enough to restrict movements and cause uncontrollable jerks of the body.
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Registered: Mar 2, 2017 15:37:42 GMT -8
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Post by Abby Longblood on May 5, 2017 11:38:04 GMT -8
"Seems like we got our destination decided then." Abby said as she threw her hair over her shoulder. She was ready for a new adventure.
"Will we take a fresh night sleep in our feather beds, or are we going on this journey right away, captain?" she teased him. She didn't mind either way though.
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on May 8, 2017 17:33:05 GMT -8
Some time after the Prospernalia Silas waited in the Midnight Sun's bar to find Skarlet. His cloths were now much finer than the one he entered the city with, but he did not come off as gaudy. The new cloths fit much better now and Silas found the touch of the fine material to be much to his liking. His hunting knife now rested in a leather sheath at his belt. The spear he had acquired was accumulating dust in his room and the mercenary was considering ending his life as a sell sword and finding a real job in the city. Although, the freedom of an open road was not yet forgotten. Opposed to what his fine close suggested Silas was totally out of cash. He would have to ask Skarlet about finding work. In the meantime he wanted to go on that date to the Citadel that Skarlet had promised. |
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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 May 8, 2017 20:03:11 GMT -8
"Hello Silas!" Skarlet found Silas and took a good look at him, he was looking much cleaner. "You're looking dapper today, did you want to check out the Enclave today?" Skarlet was dressed in civilian clothing, since she came to find Silas not work. Her hands were held behind her back and she swayed, her hair was back to it's usual style. |
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on May 10, 2017 12:07:21 GMT -8
"Hello Silas!" Skarlet found Silas and took a good look at him, he was looking much cleaner. "You're looking dapper today, did you want to check out the Enclave today?" Skarlet was dressed in civilian clothing, since she came to find Silas not work. Her hands were held behind her back and she swayed, her hair was back to it's usual style. "Exactly what I had in mind." Silas noted the lingering stare that Skarlet gave him, "Except, I was hoping to catch you in your work outfit." Silas had only payed for a few more days rent in the Midnight Sun and had no money to speak of. A half stale piece of bread was all that he had for breakfast, but it would hold him. Later in the day Silas would ask Skarlet about where he could look for work. Silas led the stunning young women to the door and held it open for her, "Lead the way, my dear." <Exit> |
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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 May 10, 2017 13:46:23 GMT -8
"Exactly what I had in mind." Silas noted the lingering stare that Skarlet gave him, "Except, I was hoping to catch you in your work outfit." Silas had only payed for a few more days rent in the Midnight Sun and had no money to speak of. A half stale piece of bread was all that he had for breakfast, but it would hold him. Later in the day Silas would ask Skarlet about where he could look for work. Silas led the stunning young women to the door and held it open for her, "Lead the way, my dear." <Exit> "Oh you! Heehee, you'll get another chance to see me in it. Right, let's go!" Skarlet exits and leads the way to the citadel. <exit> |
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 24, 2024 5:57:38 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2017 17:06:05 GMT -8
Later in the evening, Noah would walk into the Midnight Sun, seemingly alone. He wore a black tunic, dark brown breeches, and a pair of similarly covered boots made of leather. Over all of this he wore a black cloak, which he slipped off for now and hung on a nearby rack as he made his way into the establishment. He had hidden most of his equipment that he had brought with him within the city, but that was not to say he wasn't completely unarmed at this very moment.
Noah paused for a moment as he looked upon the wall behind the bar, simply filled with a wide variety of colorful bottled drinks. It seemed some of them even seemed to be glowing a bit in their glass bottles, how strange. Noah would have perhaps walked out at this point, as it did not seem like the type of establishment where one could find a simple, non-glowing ale, but alas he was here on some other business. His eyes would soon locate exactly the reason he was here as well, the subject they looked upon sitting at the far end of The Midnight Sun in a booth, speaking with one other quite large fellow. Was that perhaps her protection? Noah wondered.
He would only look towards the booth for maybe a few seconds before he continued further inside and sat at the bar, at a spot where he could easily glance across the room occasionally, he would wait for the bartender to come up to him then.
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Kaine Aislinn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on May 10, 2017 20:48:41 GMT -8
"I'm ready to head out anytime, just say the word." Having made a good amount of coin during the festival Kaine was hoping to make even more off of this excursion and maybe be able to raise enough to reach his goal.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on May 13, 2017 19:00:27 GMT -8
Her hands raised in mock surrender, Naoki turns her head down and away, responding, “I offer, I offer.” As Naoki moves back into her seat, she crosses one ankle over the other and continues, “In any case, it will arrive in a few minutes. In the meantime, allow me to introduce the premise of what I have in mind. My philosophy is ‘ business first, pleasure second,’ so if you’d like to discuss the weather, we can do that afterward as well.” Without missing a beat, she continues, “I find myself in a position, here as the High Lady of Isra, where I am not quite comfortable. … Comfortable, in that, I am acutely aware that I am a public figure- a household name, perhaps the most well-known individual of our time. Easily among if not the wealthiest, and more politically powerful than most guess.” In these self-descriptive statements, Naoki does not come off as prideful or boasting; if anything, she seems somewhat uncomfortable stating as much aloud. “Though I am well-liked by the public, and have many good friends,” she nods slightly toward Torrin Delmirev, “there are those that would wish harm upon me. So much is an eventuality, assured by the scale on which I now operate. … And there are securities and guards, certainly.” Running a finger along one of the glowing runes inset into the table's surface, she continues, “Innumerable wards and spells are in place in locations I frequent, I have a trusted personal guard, and I do not mean to insinuate that the Citadel Guard are incompetent.” “But. My guard is but a single woman, and as prone to mistakes as any other human. It is not the task of the Citadel Guard to ensure the safety of my lover- as she does not live inside The Citadel, and magic is fallible and vulnerable to tampering. As such, I feel the need for a new force, dedicated primarily to my safety, and functioning also to protect highly ranking figures of the Isran government and other figures of importance.” Nodding slightly, Naoki signals the end of what she has to say, with the unsaid continuation, “ That’s where you come in.” |
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Torrin Delmirev
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 31
Physical Description: This silvery dragonborn is truly massive to behold, at nearly eight feet tall with bulging muscles and some well-groomed scales. He keeps his teeth shiny white, and polishes his scales regularly. He usually smells of mint, and is completely cold to the touch.
Clothes and Equipment: Torrin keeps his armor as clean as his scales, and it is even a matching grey color. His armor is thick and heavy, limiting his speed in running, but making him all but impervious to most weaponry. He wields a fairly wicked looking sword, both ceremonial and functional amongst his people, as well as shield emblazoned with a silver dragon on it in honor of his ancestors.
Registered: Feb 17, 2017 16:12:58 GMT -8
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Post by Torrin Delmirev on May 14, 2017 10:43:01 GMT -8
Her hands raised in mock surrender, Naoki turns her head down and away, responding, “I offer, I offer.” As Naoki moves back into her seat, she crosses one ankle over the other and continues, “In any case, it will arrive in a few minutes. In the meantime, allow me to introduce the premise of what I have in mind. My philosophy is ‘ business first, pleasure second,’ so if you’d like to discuss the weather, we can do that afterward as well.” Without missing a beat, she continues, “I find myself in a position, here as the High Lady of Isra, where I am not quite comfortable. … Comfortable, in that, I am acutely aware that I am a public figure- a household name, perhaps the most well-known individual of our time. Easily among if not the wealthiest, and more politically powerful than most guess.” In these self-descriptive statements, Naoki does not come off as prideful or boasting; if anything, she seems somewhat uncomfortable stating as much aloud. “Though I am well-liked by the public, and have many good friends,” she nods slightly toward Torrin Delmirev , “there are those that would wish harm upon me. So much is an eventuality, assured by the scale on which I now operate. … And there are securities and guards, certainly.” Running a finger along one of the glowing runes inset into the table's surface, she continues, “Innumerable wards and spells are in place in locations I frequent, I have a trusted personal guard, and I do not mean to insinuate that the Citadel Guard are incompetent.” “But. My guard is but a single woman, and as prone to mistakes as any other human. It is not the task of the Citadel Guard to ensure the safety of my lover- as she does not live inside The Citadel, and magic is fallible and vulnerable to tampering. As such, I feel the need for a new force, dedicated primarily to my safety, and functioning also to protect highly ranking figures of the Isran government and other figures of importance.” Nodding slightly, Naoki signals the end of what she has to say, with the unsaid continuation, “ That’s where you come in.” Quite a bit of that was not news to Torrin, none of it in fact. He listened intently to what she had to say, not saying a word until she had finished. Such a job would be...lucrative, at best, but a death sentence at worst. So about the same as mercenary life, but with a much higher pay day. And Torrin liked Isra, though he did not consider it home, it was a happy place that was nominally equal between all. "I understand. Such a force would require a leader whose loyalty is unquestioned, no outside allegiances, or even inside ones. Loyal solely to the continued existence of this city. And his or her soldiers would be the same. Veteran fighters all. Am I correct?' |
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2017 18:10:10 GMT -8
It was time for a little more exploration in this city while he was still trying to figure out the ups and downs to the place. Needless to say, the extravagant design and eloquent make of the place from the outside piqued his interest - more so now that he was treating himself more and more to finer things in life. It helped to have the coin, too.
He would step inside the building and take in the setting - the place making his ears and his brows perk up high. This was certainly a high class place, and it was tugging on that sinful little part of him. Surely God could forgive him for this indulgence or two. His traveling cloak would be removed to hang by the door as he moved across the place to settle on a stool at the bar. Such a magnificent place.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on May 14, 2017 18:31:21 GMT -8
Alden was dressed in his usual work attire. A plain white shirt over brown leather pants a brown and slightly battered stetson on his head, long brown coat over it all. The black silk scarf pinned by his marshal badge around his neck indicating his office.
It was lunch time so he'd decided to stop in to the place that first taught him the wonders of food. Settling down at the bar the high marshal puts in his usual order giving an odd to the other man at the bar.
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