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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2017 18:39:46 GMT -8
Adamar returned the glance with a friendly smile and a greeting nod of his head, looking over the man briefly. The man looked relatively simple, much like himself - plain long sleeve and tunic, trousers, boots, belt. Nothing particularly fancy. However the scarf and badge caught his attention and held it.
The Elven male would lean just a little closer towards Alden. "Apologies for disturbing you, sir, but if I might ask - what does that badge signify?" he asks, gesturing with a flick of his hand towards the item in question.
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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 19:07:20 GMT -8
Alden was sipping on some water when the elf asks his question and the high marshal looks up from his drink. "It means I'm a member of the Sun Marshals, all members get a badge and a scarf, badge tells people their position and the scarf tells people the marshal rank." He says with a shrug of his shoulders a bit surprised to be asked what it meant. Most people in Isra had at least heard of the Sun Marshals and new of their near infamous leader. Anticipating the next question Alden continues. "Junior Marshals wears a white scarf, senior wear a crimson scarf. I'm the High Marshal so I wear a black scarf."
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2017 19:13:50 GMT -8
Marshal, huh? Well it made him some sort of official within the city - that was good news. Perhaps he could answer a question or two. But his curiosity for the position itself had his attention for the moment.
"Sun Marshals. I can't say I'm familiar with the name. Might I inquire as to what the marshals are, and what they do in the city?"
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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 19:18:22 GMT -8
Pursing his lips Alden had to say he was surprised, had the man been living under a rock? Or maybe he was just from farther away than the normal traveler? Who could really say? "The Sun Marshals an extra military force comprised of exceptional individuals, the kind of people who can do jobs a whole army would have difficulty doing. We do whatever needs to be done to keep Isra safe and my marshals answer to no one but me and I only answer to the High Lady.." He shrugs there wasn't more to say than that unless the man wanted examples.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2017 19:46:21 GMT -8
Adamar listened intently, ears perked forward to pick up every word. At least he had been correct in this man being someone to speak to about matters. But it seemed he was certainly a grade higher than the average soldier of Isra... well, two if he answered to very, very few. Nay, just one woman.
The High Lady. Was she on the arm of the lord to the city, or the actual leader? That was another question, but for another day.
"Ahh, that's quite a command. Might this be the place where striking individuals of rank such as yourself come to relax? Enjoy a drink?"
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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 19:52:56 GMT -8
"It's where I come." Alden answers with a shrug of his shoulders at the man's question. There were only a handful of places in town despite it's size and the only place nicer than the sun was the eclipse. But he didn't like the eclipse as much since more people tended to bother him there, probably because more were looking to curry favor with him. Despite not seeking any political clout within the city, his position did mean he had some even if he never exerted it. "Most probably go to the Eclipse." He finally adds for the odd elf's benefit, wandering just what the man's interest was.
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The Midnight Sun
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Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 15:24:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Midnight Sun on May 14, 2017 21:41:02 GMT -8
From the other end of the bar, Alan and Elin glanced over at the newcomer talking to the High Marshal. There was someone they hadn't seen before, and they'd seen an awful lot of people. They chattered quietly, much to the annoyance of Allan and Ellen, who were still working. Alan turned to Elin, with a whispered question.
"Who is that woman the Marshal is talking to?"
Elin elbowed him.
"That's not a woman, you idiot. That's an elf. A male elf. Quite an attractive male elf, too...look at those eyes, the hair..."
She watched the elf dreamily, unconsciously adjusting her hair and tugging the already-revealing front of her corset just a little bit lower. Alan frowned. While he certainly didn't mind Elin's little adjustments, he wished that they weren't for the elf.
"Come on, Elin. You know what they say about male elves. There's a reason all the elven women prefer human men. Elves might be tall, but only in height."
Elin laughed, shoving him away.
"You're just jealous. I've never heard anything like that."
However, she couldn't help but think that perhaps Alan was on to something. She didn't have much experience with elves, but the ones that she had been with had both been rather...diminutive. Still, maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe Alan was making things up to mess with her. It wouldn't be the first time. Putting on a flirtatious smile, she walked over to @adamarwysaren .
"Hello, sir! Welcome to the Midnight Sun. I'm Elin, one of the head bartenders. What would you like today? One of our signature drinks, perhaps, or something a little more...familiar?"
She fluttered her eyelashes at him and leaned over a little further than was strictly necessary, as per usual. There was a reason she was the highest-tipped bartender in the Midnight Sun.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238 
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on May 15, 2017 16:43:21 GMT -8
Shaking her head, Naoki indicates the negative but does not elaborate further, as a sharply dressed member of the Midnight Sun wait staff is approaching, carrying two trays. Moving one hand to the underside of the table, Naoki spends a half moment and disengages the runic charms that would prevent the waiter from entering before motioning him forward. The first tray he places before Torrin Delmirev . Upon it is a bowl containing the fritta previously discussed - which seems to be just as described, as well as the proper cutlery, and the Dragon’s Roar. It is served in a tall, clear glass, and seems as liquid fire- red, yellow and orange within the cup putting on a rather good impression of crackling flames. The second tray is smaller and appears to be arranged with hors d'oeuvres. They are all of the same, of bread, a piece of meat, what would seem to be a cheese, and an appropriately sized bit of lettuce all arranged on a small stick as if they were about fifteen petite kebabs. This tray, the waiter places before Naoki, before offering a single word and departing. Naoki spends a half moment to toggle the runes back on before continuing, “The city has The Isran Guard, it has the combined arms of the Free States, and it has a significant number of highly skilled and mighty warriors and magic-wielders, among other things. Isra is well cared for; I am responsible for the continued existence of the city, and I am not creating a force to serve the city’s interests.” “Such a force would require a leader solely loyal to me,” Naoki states. Throughout and following her statement, she maintains calm eye contact and the level of professionalism one might expect. |
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Torrin Delmirev
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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 20, 2017 10:28:00 GMT -8
"I understand," was his only answer as he eyed the food. Torrin piled an appropriate amount of everything onto a single plate, not seeming to care what mixed or touched in the process of doing so.
"I have no issues being in charge of a force loyal to you rather than the city, and I am assuming if we are here then you have considered and accepted the likely political repercussions of having such a force. I like this city, and I respect what you have done with it, but who pays my salary only matters in so far as it determines the loyalty of me and my boys, but unlike less...scrupulous mercenary companies, we honor a contract no matter how much is offered to change it."
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2017 10:30:40 GMT -8
( Alden Marshal, The Midnight Sun) It seemed that speaking with the man via small talk wasn't getting far - then again, he should have expected as much. What would a high ranking official have anything to do with a peasant man such as Adamar - especially a foreign one that was far too new to this city? No, it was clear the Elf was merely annoying the man. He straightened himself on the stool and resorted to polite silence, which was quickly broken by someone - a pretty woman on the other side of the bar. A friendly smile instantly takes hold of his features and he leans forward enough to rest his hands in an easy fold upon the counter. "Thank you - this is a lovely establishment. I daresay, I'm completely unfamiliar with the place. Perhaps you can recommend something for a newcomer such as myself, m'lady?" he asks. |
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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 20, 2017 18:55:46 GMT -8
@adamarwysaren wasn't annoying the high marshal at all, Alden didn't really think much one way or the other about the man. He was being as friendly as he could be though over the years his personality had reached an odd equilibrium between its two factions. He'd never really had a split personality exactly but Wrath, the assassin he had been had been nearly emotionless except for overwhelming anger. When he'd lost his memories his other emotions had bubbled up and his anger had been suppressed, hell all the bad ones had been suppressed, making him friendly to the point that some thought him creepy. Now he had a balance between those two extremes, but it turned out a lifetime of killing made you a poor conversationalist.
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The Midnight Sun
Committed
Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 15:24:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Midnight Sun on May 20, 2017 23:45:06 GMT -8
Elin smiled at the elf, showing off painted-red lips and polished white teeth. She'd always taken good care of herself. After all, looking good was a major part of her livelihood. Flirting with customers usually earned her a small fortune in tips, much to the annoyance of the other bartenders. Due to her lazy personality and flirtatious attitude, Allen and Ellen didn't like her very much. Alan, on the other hand, was her best friend. It was odd how things worked out like that, she mused.
"A recommendation? Something tells me a guy like you would want something real strong...so how about a mug of Kraken's Heart? It's an ale imported from the north, and it's got a nice kick to it. I'm sure you'll like it."
From across the bar, Alan snickered at her suggestion. A strong ale? He typically offered elves sparkling wine or light mixed drinks. They usually enjoyed it.
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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 21, 2017 15:10:15 GMT -8
"I understand," was his only answer as he eyed the food. Torrin piled an appropriate amount of everything onto a single plate, not seeming to care what mixed or touched in the process of doing so. "I have no issues being in charge of a force loyal to you rather than the city, and I am assuming if we are here then you have considered and accepted the likely political repercussions of having such a force. I like this city, and I respect what you have done with it, but who pays my salary only matters in so far as it determines the loyalty of me and my boys, but unlike less...scrupulous mercenary companies, we honor a contract no matter how much is offered to change it." While listening, Lady Naoki polishes off one of her hors d'oeuvres. After wiping her face, she nods once in acknowledgment, before speaking to clarify further. “I am not necessarily talking to you in the context of intending to hire your mercenary company. I mean to speak primarily to you as an individual, with an offer of a job as - technically - a part of Isra’s army. As the leader of a Legion independent from the command structure of the military, obliged only to my personal authority.” “Accepting my offer,” Naoki continues rather bluntly, “would mean ending your current occupation as a mercenary.” “If you do, I would be quite willing to consider any candidates you might suggest, but I cannot promise to employ anyone else at this moment. It is of the utmost importance to me that I can trust the members of this force with those things I value most. As such, in addition to the other requirements it is my intention to speak with any applicants deemed worthy myself, and only allow those who pass my judgment. I am aware that this will not result in a large force immediately, and will disclude some otherwise perfectly capable candidates, but this is the course of action I have chosen.” |
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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 24, 2017 16:10:09 GMT -8
The decision came easy to Torrin, he was, at heart, a mercenary of sorts, and such a prestigious position, with such an important job, a vital one. That appealed to his draconic nature, for some reason.
"I guess I am joining the Army then, Lady Naoki. I've got a great second in command who was likely looking to start his own Company soon anyway, he'll be thrilled to take charge of mine."
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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 30, 2017 10:57:20 GMT -8
“Excellent. I am pleased to have your support. … Don’t think of it as the army, however. An army, perhaps, but not a component of the army.”
Pausing for a moment, Naoki had another of her miniature kebabs.
“But! On to the details. This group has yet to be formed in any substantial capacity yet- all that I have done so far has been to set resources aside and earmark potential candidates. Most of the details will be worked out between you and me, but allow me to elaborate on what I have established thus far…”
Over the course of the next hour or so, Naoki and Torrin discuss various specific aspects of the group that will become known as The Imperial Sentinels. As their discussion concludes, Naoki places her empty mug down on the table for the third time.
“I believe that to be all we have to discuss as far as business is concerned for the time being. Again, I’m pleased that you’ve chosen to accept my offer; I believe this will be a mutually beneficial arrangement.”
Extending her arm across the table, Naoki offers Torrin her hand, presumably to shake.
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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 Jun 2, 2017 11:11:20 GMT -8
"I would concur Lady Naoki, I am pleased to have taken it, not very often one is offered the chance to protect one of the most important people in the world."
Torrin reached across and took her hand, puffing out a smoke ring that surrounded it. It was an old Dragonborn tradition, akin to blood sharing between barbarians, or a signature on a document. Each ring was unique to a dragonborn, and left a slight magical imprint on the deal.
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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 16, 2017 2:58:56 GMT -8
Knowing nothing of dragonborn traditions, Lady Naoki follows through with the handshake and observes with polite interest. But she has her own 'traditions' when it comes to sealing deals. Nodding amicably, she acknowledges his statement and subtly shifts away from the professional toward more playful, suggestive tones as she opens a new line of discussion. “If I might, have you already made arrangements for tonight? If not, I would insist upon showing you a room here at The Sun. The beds here, you’ll find, are most comfortable.”
Holding his eye and giving Torrin one of her winning smiles, Naoki slides her hand across the smooth tabletop to brush her fingers ever-so-delicately across the runes, slowly disabling all but the ward of privacy.
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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 Jun 18, 2017 9:21:16 GMT -8
Torrin notes the shift in her tone, leaning back with a smile, but failing to perhaps grasp the full intent of her inquiry. Naoki's...promiscuous reputation had escaped him, and similar to some of the other reptilians in Isra, his own species expressed such things differently.
"I have yet to do so, though I had intended to stay here. I would be most grateful if you could show me a room, though I understand you are an incredibly busy woman, what with a whole Empire to run."
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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 26, 2017 17:49:12 GMT -8
Leaning backward in her chair, Lady Naoki fixes Torrin with a look, one eyebrow raised. She’s unsure whether he’s flawlessly maintaining his professional attitude or just hasn’t caught on. Might be both. Regardless, that’s the answer she was looking for. Rising from her seat, Naoki makes a grand, sweeping gesture toward the other side of the building. “Leadership in my case is in large part forming and maintaining relationships. With foreign leaders, with the soldiers of the army, local politicians, my lieutenants, and especially with people like you.” (Semi) subtly, Naoki casts a glance toward the front of Torrin’s pants. Leaving the remainder of her meal and her mug there on the table, she strikes a path from their table in the back toward the double doors that lead into the inn portion of the building. Those patrons standing in the way move swiftly, not wishing to create an issue with The Empress and an eight-foot tall dragonborn. Through the double doors, Cecil the innkeeper sits on his stool behind the counter. Naoki greets him by name as she proceeds around the side of the desk to stand behind Cecil, in front of the key rack. Putting a hand to her chin, she considers the keys that are present- the rooms that are unoccupied. After a moment she selects one: the number twelve key, and daintily plucks it from its hook before turning to leave. On the way out, she thanks Cecil, and accidentally-or-not trails her tail along his back as she passes. Cecil, for his part, seems somewhat amused by the whole exchange, though he doesn’t express as much audibly. Looking from Naoki’s retreating behind to Torrin, he smirks, and offers Torrin a thumbs up before taking his pen to the ledger before him and marking room twelve as “Occupied.” After checking to ensure that Torrin is behind her, Naoki leads the way up the stairs. She twirls the key on its chain as she turns immediately to the right at the top of the stairs, and a few paces more to a door bearing a plaque reading, “12.” As Naoki unlocks the door, Torrin would be able to see that the key is a finely made, an elegant thing bearing a gemstone; a gem that seems identical to one embedded into the surface of the lock. i.imgur.com/KaknLW1.jpg In any case, the door opens, and Naoki proceeds inside. The room is a large one, specifically, intended for guests that wouldn’t easily fit into furniture designed for humans. The ceiling, for instance, is significantly further overhead than one might expect. But perhaps the most obvious thing is the bed, which is much longer and wider than any other bed for two might be. Turning around to face Torrin, Naoki speaks and steps backward. “Have this room for as long as you need, until something more permanent can be arranged. For anything to do with it, you can speak to Cecil down there.” She gestures with one hand in the direction of the stairs as she uses the other to place the room’s key atop the bedside table. However, she doesn’t stop backing up there and indeed continues all the way up to seat herself on the edge of the bed. It may at this point become relevant to know that this evening, Naoki is wearing one of her sweater dresses with a pair of sandals that have straps up her ankles. Eyeing Torrin with a smirk, she draws one foot partway up and begins to untie the straps on her shoe. |
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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 Jul 3, 2017 10:52:46 GMT -8
"I understand Empress, and appreciate your hospitality."
The patrons parting way for Torrin and Naoki came as no surprise, the (now former) mercenary leader was used to people moving out of his way when he went anywhere as he was very obviously a dangerous being, not someone to be tangled with. Torrin followed Naoki closely, no obvious glances at her assets, such a thing was still not on his mind yet.
"Thank you very much Empress..." He trails away as she takes a seat, looking a tad confused before the realization hits him, the smirk doing it more than the removal of her shoes.
"I see there are many perks to my new position, though I had not anticipated this one."
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