Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410 
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Dec 30, 2017 1:32:36 GMT -8
Jun's jaw drops.
"Thaaaank yoooou." She whispered to the waiter. "I needed this... I needed this more than I realized... I'm actually a little turned on right now. Also can I get some more coffee?" She asked the waiter. At the same time she took a cake knife and started slicing sizable wedges for both herself and Lady Naoki.
After she was done, she stared at her slice greedily. "I should eat the sandwich first. Better for digestion."
After taking a bite of the Dynamite, she decided it was more than alright.
"So who else were you planning on, er, exhibitioning?"
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
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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 Jan 2, 2018 5:06:03 GMT -8
“Exhibiting,” Naoki offers. “As in the verb ‘exhibit.’ So named as they are geared toward exhibiting, or showing off, the combatants and the battle, more so than competition for its own sake — like the tournament.” She nods her thanks as she accepts the slice from Jun.
Exercising the utmost care, Naoki lifts her cherry by the stem to set it on the edge of her plate, saving it for last. The waiter nods and mumbles some affirmative mumbles before leaving.
“But that’s a good question. I have access to a relatively large number of strong fighters, but that isn’t the only thing that matters in selection. One must also bear in mind the publicity that will come with participating and the effect that will have on both public perception and the individual’s personal life. For someone who lives and works here in the city, sudden public scrutiny may turn out to be a bit of an issue,” she continues, taking her knife to the cake.
“Some otherwise suitable options fight in… ‘unentertaining’ ways, let’s say, or wouldn’t, in facing you, make for a very exciting match.” A few names, in particular, come to mind, but Naoki doesn’t elaborate further.
“I’m going to send feelers wider, and there’s always the option of a beast of some sort. ... But if you’d like my guess, I think it will probably end up being either, A, someone from The Enclave, B, a Sun Marshal, or C, one of our mutual, miscellaneous acquaintances.” Naoki raises a forkful of cake to her mouth but pauses mid-motion to add, “Maybe I could get a demon lord...”
Wrinkling her brow ever-so-slightly, she seems to be seriously considering the idea as she continues into the cake. As she is, the waiter returns to deliver Jun’s coffee.
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Davous the Black
New
Roleplay posts: 9 
Age: 30-something
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Davous is fit, though not necessarily strong, standing at 6'1 with pale skin. He has brown hair cut just above the eyebrows and red eyes, and sports a thin beard. Oh. And the black bat wings. In case you couldn't notice.
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Clothes and Equipment: Dull red robes, cut in the back to allow for the wings; an oaken staff and basic necromancer's and demonologist's tools in a rather deep bag. He also wears a twisted black amulet.
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Player's online availability : Often enough.
Registered: Jan 16, 2018 1:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Davous the Black on Jan 17, 2018 19:05:27 GMT -8
The door is lazily kicked open. Standing in the doorway is a tired-looking, ragged wizard who has allowed stubble to grow on his normally clean-shaven face and tears to grow in his normally-mended robe.
The door swings shut again.
"Bugger it."
Five minutes later, another attempt was made at kicking open the door. This time, the door was stopped on its journey home by the wizard's body, and he walked through the obstacle into the Midnight Sun, letting the door latch itself behind him.
The various patrons of the formerly-disreputable joint eyed the wizard as though he were some specter, come to haunt the place where he was first hired. For the most part, his facial features could not be distinguished under his hood, but his chin was just barely visible. Talismans and amulets hung from his neck in the dozens, and an iron ring of partially rusted keys dangled from one hand. His boots were caked in mud.
He looked up and surveyed the crowd. For his part, he didn't eye them as suspiciously as he could have. He simply shrugged and made his way to the bar. Bloody hell, I've been gone for so long they changed out all the customers. Next they'll tell me the bloody menu's changed...
He sat at the bar. Due to the make of his robe and the way in which he had seated himself, his legs were now awkwardly pinned in place. He did his best to ignore the discomfort and pounded his key ring on the bar louder than he meant.
"Hey, Kevin! You still here? I need a damned Manastorm. And I mean that literally, I'm going to curse the blighter."
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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 Jan 17, 2018 19:49:49 GMT -8
The door is lazily kicked open. Standing in the doorway is a tired-looking, ragged wizard who has allowed stubble to grow on his normally clean-shaven face and tears to grow in his normally-mended robe. The door swings shut again. " Bugger it."
Five minutes later, another attempt was made at kicking open the door. This time, the door was stopped on its journey home by the wizard's body, and he walked through the obstacle into the Midnight Sun, letting the door latch itself behind him. The various patrons of the formerly-disreputable joint eyed the wizard as though he were some specter, come to haunt the place where he was first hired. For the most part, his facial features could not be distinguished under his hood, but his chin was just barely visible. Talismans and amulets hung from his neck in the dozens, and an iron ring of partially rusted keys dangled from one hand. His boots were caked in mud. He looked up and surveyed the crowd. For his part, he didn't eye them as suspiciously as he could have. He simply shrugged and made his way to the bar. Bloody hell, I've been gone for so long they changed out all the customers. Next they'll tell me the bloody menu's changed...
He sat at the bar. Due to the make of his robe and the way in which he had seated himself, his legs were now awkwardly pinned in place. He did his best to ignore the discomfort and pounded his key ring on the bar louder than he meant. "Hey, Kevin! You still here? I need a damned Manastorm. And I mean that literally, I'm going to curse the blighter." "Hiiii! Welcome home!" Skarlet greeted Davous the Black, she was wearing her bunnygirl hostess outfit. Unlike a few years ago, Skarlet now sports a cute ponytail. "Hey, I recognize you. Davous? You've gotten scruffy. Kevin isn't around anymore, but I learned from him." Behind the bar, Skarlet got to work. She soon presented Davous with a pint of mana-infused lager. "One Manastorm!~" |
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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 Jan 17, 2018 20:19:52 GMT -8
The four bartenders looked over at the man who'd just stumbled into the bar and demanded a man who hadn't worked there for years. After a brief argument between the four of them, Alan was chosen to deal with the man. He grumbled for a moment, before plastering a polite smile on his face and walking over to the Davous the Black. "Hello there, sir. Welcome to the Midnight Sun! Are you looking for Kevin, the bartender? Unfortunately, Mr. Kevin no longer works at this establishment. I'm Alan, one of the four head bartenders here now. Can I set you up with a drink? A manastorm, you say? I don't recall the last time someone ordered one of those, but I'll see what I can do." He conveniently neglected to mention the fact that he knew exactly where Kevin the bartender was, as he thought it highly unlikely that he'd be willing to talk to the newcomer. The customer was rather odd-looking, though. Perhaps he'd enjoy talking to the decaying skeleton lying deep within the catacombs beneath the Midnight Sun. That, however, wasn't a topic for customers. He began working on the man's drink, trying to remember exactly how it was made. Who ordered these things, anyways? |
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Davous the Black
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 30-something
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Davous is fit, though not necessarily strong, standing at 6'1 with pale skin. He has brown hair cut just above the eyebrows and red eyes, and sports a thin beard. Oh. And the black bat wings. In case you couldn't notice.
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Clothes and Equipment: Dull red robes, cut in the back to allow for the wings; an oaken staff and basic necromancer's and demonologist's tools in a rather deep bag. He also wears a twisted black amulet.
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Player's online availability : Often enough.
Registered: Jan 16, 2018 1:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Davous the Black on Jan 17, 2018 20:43:53 GMT -8
Davous was taken aback by the warm reception and gladly let them both concoct the liquid death.
"Skarlet, right. I vaguely remember you."
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Davous the Black
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 30-something
Physical Description: -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Davous is fit, though not necessarily strong, standing at 6'1 with pale skin. He has brown hair cut just above the eyebrows and red eyes, and sports a thin beard. Oh. And the black bat wings. In case you couldn't notice.
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Clothes and Equipment: Dull red robes, cut in the back to allow for the wings; an oaken staff and basic necromancer's and demonologist's tools in a rather deep bag. He also wears a twisted black amulet.
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Player's online availability : Often enough.
Registered: Jan 16, 2018 1:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Davous the Black on Jan 21, 2018 19:38:17 GMT -8
Davous leaves to see the city and repair his cloak.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Mar 4, 2018 9:37:42 GMT -8
Roxanne sat down at the bar to wait for Misaika and Estevano Valderon, ordering a drink from one of the servers and sipping it lazily. A man sat down beside her, and she vaguely recognized him as a regular at her uncle's shop. She smiled at him, and he grinned back. "Hey...you're Renalt's niece, aren't you? Do you know if your uncle is making any fudge tomorrow morning? I want to get some, but I don't know if I should wait until tomorrow to get a fresh batch." She thought for a moment, then shook her head. It was always difficult to keep track of what her uncle was cooking, but she had asked him this morning. "No, he's making caramel tomorrow morning. He asked me to help him, that's always fun." The man grinned, sipping at his drink. "Oh, that's even better. I've always loved caramel." Roxanne nodded. "Oh yes, so do I. It's kind of a hassle to make, you have to keep stirring it all the time or else it'll burn. It's worth-" She turned, and noticed Estevano and Misaika walking in. Waving them over, she turned back to the man. "Oh, hi you two. Anyway, as I was saying, it's so worth it. I love the taste, especially when it's still warm. The only problem is that it's so sticky, and it can get to be an awful mess sometimes. If it gets on your hand or something you can just lick it off, but one time I got it in my hair. That was terrible. Anyways, I hope we'll see you in the shop first thing tomorrow morning!" She looked back to Estevano and Misaika, blissfully unaware of how her conversation could be taken out of context. "So...what do we need to prepare for this?" |
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Estevano Valderon
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 38
Physical Description: Standing at 6'1" he is taller than average, with a build that suggests he is used to phsyical activity. He likes to eat and drink a lot but so far a small paunch is still adequately unnoticeable beneath his clothing. His hair is black, his skin an olive tone, as he hails from the country of Zephyr. His eyes are are a mid-blue. His face has a somewhat hawkish quality from a large-ish nose and strong eyebrows.
Clothes and Equipment: Dressed for adventuring, he wears a cloak and leather armour - enough to provide a small amount of protection in battle, though he prefers to stay at a distance and shoot, or take an opponent unawares rather than stand toe to toe. His clothing is mainly black with small accents of colour here and there. As adventuring gear it looks pretty new ... almost unused. He has a simple longsword at his belt, a hunting bow which seems of good quality, and a pair of daggers, one worn at his belt, and one shoved down a boot.
Registered: Feb 21, 2018 9:34:26 GMT -8
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Post by Estevano Valderon on Mar 4, 2018 10:08:08 GMT -8
On the way to the Midnight Sun, Estevano asked Misaika, “So, are you planning to tell me your name, or do you like to be mysterious? Is that what the hood is all about?” He could appreciate the fact that she loved cats, even though the number she had kept put her firmly into crazy cat lady territory. While cats weren't his personal favourite creatrure to be around, he figured you could tell the difference between good and bad people by their relationship with the animal kingdom. So far he hadn't been proved wrong. As they pushed open the door, he spotted Sticky Fingers at the bar, already talking to man. Surely with the gold in her purse there was no need for that now, although perhaps she had a prior appointment. “Well for a start perhaps we should get ourselves some drinks and quiet table. And then we'll need something more to call you by than Miss Sti--- Striking Warrior Lady. Three beers!” he yelled to cover up, holding three fingers aloft to the barkeeper.
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Misaika
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 23
Physical Description: Standing at an average height, Misaika is a slender woman with green eyes and loose, dark auburn hair reaching just below her shoulders. Her skin is rather pale, but her features would be definitely be described as 'pretty'.
Clothes and Equipment: Misaika usually wears a pitch black robe and hood, the latter which she only seldom removes. She also carries a silver amulet with a cross shaped insignia on it which turns into a grimoire when she needs to do more advanced spells.
Registered: Feb 16, 2018 11:13:18 GMT -8
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Post by Misaika on Mar 4, 2018 13:04:29 GMT -8
Misaika was looking suspiciously towards any alleyway and at the several vagabonds they crossed, having never before carried anything resembling such wealth. She was almost so preoccupied by her vigilance that Estevano's questions went unnoticed
"Huh..? Name?" she said and surprised. "It's Misaika." she said and smiled not minding being called mysterious at all. "The hood is for bad weather." Misaika said though her explanation was hardly satisfactory as normally didn't remove the hood even when going inside. Misaika thought the guy was acting strangely friendly with her but didn't mind the positive attention as much as she thought she would.
"Have you been to many battles?" she said curious to the Zephyy guy's credentials.
As they entered the bar Misaika took all the impressions in from the bar and she quickly decided that she actually did quite like this eerie place.
"Oh, that's her..." Misaika said muted and started heading in that direction just behind Estevano. But what was she doing? Who was that man, and..? Did she mention..?!? Misaika opened her eyes wide and placed her hand in front of her mouth in surprise. No she couldn't be talking about that!
"Ahh... you're so open minded..." she said and couldn't quite figure out what to say but that. Misaika quickly smelled something delicious that took her mind off the lewd chat Roxanne had had with the guy.
"Ohh wait... I think I'll try that one. Manastorm!" Misaika said before turning to the menu card her eyes almost chewing through the delicious courses in her mind. "And... A Black Mountain along with a Darkdew Cherry Cake please!" she said as she pushed forward to the bar and almost recklessly threw her sack of gold on the bar desk. "And I'll compensate you well if you make it a bit quick!" she said, almost leaning over the bar to make contact to the nearest bartender.
When sure that the bartender had taken her request and would translate it into a much need meal Misaika would eventually follow the two others to a table and sit down to discuss whatever Estevano was so eager to talk about. Misaika was however mostly eager for food right now having not eaten properly the last few days, but until then sated her appetite with the curious mana-infused lager.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Mar 4, 2018 15:27:45 GMT -8
Roxanne frowned. Hadn't she introduced herself? She was sure that she had...but then again, perhaps she'd forgotten to. She sipped at her drink, smiling at the pair. The man she'd been talking to wandered off, winking at Roxanne as he left.
"I'm Roxanne. I'm very sorry, I should've introduced myself earlier. Let's find ourselves a table, then. I think there's an empty one over there..."
She got up from the bar and headed over to a secluded corner table, sitting down and placing her drink on the worn table.
"Anyhow...what do you two do, anyway? Like for work? I don't think you ever mentioned it. It'll be important to know what we all can do when we have to go deal with that drider and steal its crown."
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Archbishop Alured Norian
Committed
Roleplay posts: 71
Age: 356
Physical Description: Seven-feet-tall wearing a heavy, black leather cloak. A wide brimmed hat sits upon his head, and he wears a curious, pointed mask, fit with black lenses that hide its eyes. Occasionally sickly-sweet smelling gas rises from small vents on their side of the "beak".
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When not wearing what he refers to as his ceremonial garb, he reveals himself to be an elf. His face is lined with age and his hair is short and slicked back, black streaked with gray. His eyes are orange, and despite his races propensity towards merriment, he wears a permanent scowl that exudes a cold aura of authority.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy leather jacket, gloves, a wide-brimmed hat and a plague doctor's mask. He has with him on a strap a holy book, bound in black leather with silver linings.
His mask has enchantments that largely eliminate inhaled poisons, sight-based magics or effects or even the need for air. His jacket functions as a flexible suit of metal armor and hampers weapons as such. It cannot be slices, however crushing and large amounts of piercing damage may penetrate it. It can be fixed, but it takes time, and thus can't be performed during battles.
He carries no weapons and fights unarmed, although he has a knife for general purposes. His leather gloves function as gauntlets and can pack quite a punch.
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Allegiances: The Church of Varafel
Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Dec 22, 2017 15:51:51 GMT -8
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Post by Archbishop Alured Norian on Mar 8, 2018 9:27:36 GMT -8
"It'll be important to know what we all can do when we have to go deal with that drider and steal its crown."
Archbishop Norian paused, glass of wine partway to his lips as he overheard the conversation of the newcomers. Well, there was no denying the topic of their conversation. Sat a short distance away at a private table, the graying elf resumed sipping his wine. As much as he loathed to admit it he'd come to this seedy bar for one thing: The Silverleaf wine. It seemed even a solemn figure such as he could do with a small taste of nostalgia. It had been centuries since he'd been to the elven lands and, no wine he'd tasted had seemed quite so sweet as his home's.
As the group began to speak, however, he realized how things had left the realms of his former, relaxing plan. They were discussing Nalista. For a moment he merely listened to their awkward introductions. They certainly did not seem like adventurers powerful enough to combat her, let alone retrieve the crown, however at least someone had responded to the summons. No, they were sure to meet their fates and, despite not caring about them individually, he did have a stake in their success. Finding more adventurer's for a quest after the first wave was slaughtered was difficult, and he had already offered quite the sum.
Unhooking his mask from his belt he set aside his glass, fitting the beaked wear over his face and giving himself an immediately more ominous appearance before placing it his hat upon his head. Rising to his feet he circled his table, approaching instead the table that the group had chosen to occupy as he loomed over it, seven feet in height.
"There was a response to my mission after all. I assume you are fit for this undertaking?"
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Estevano Valderon
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 38
Physical Description: Standing at 6'1" he is taller than average, with a build that suggests he is used to phsyical activity. He likes to eat and drink a lot but so far a small paunch is still adequately unnoticeable beneath his clothing. His hair is black, his skin an olive tone, as he hails from the country of Zephyr. His eyes are are a mid-blue. His face has a somewhat hawkish quality from a large-ish nose and strong eyebrows.
Clothes and Equipment: Dressed for adventuring, he wears a cloak and leather armour - enough to provide a small amount of protection in battle, though he prefers to stay at a distance and shoot, or take an opponent unawares rather than stand toe to toe. His clothing is mainly black with small accents of colour here and there. As adventuring gear it looks pretty new ... almost unused. He has a simple longsword at his belt, a hunting bow which seems of good quality, and a pair of daggers, one worn at his belt, and one shoved down a boot.
Registered: Feb 21, 2018 9:34:26 GMT -8
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Post by Estevano Valderon on Mar 16, 2018 12:43:24 GMT -8
“Battles?” he stroked his chin thoughtfully, “No, not really. Have you?” he narrowed his eyes as he gave her a sidelong glance. He looked even more incredulous when she put her huge sack of coins down on the bar. Some people had no concept of the value of money. He found himself sneakily casting an eye about for ne’er do wells who might decide to relieve her of her coin before they had even had the chance to spend it on supplies.
He wasn’t sure what Misaika ordered, but it sounded interesting at least. Since both the women ordered their own drinks, he ended up taking the three beers for himself. It was no bad thing. He went with them over to the secluded table. “Work?” he asked with a slight wincing expression. “I’m an adventurer of course. Not that I have always done this, back in Zephyr I worked for His Majesty’s Treasury. That was an adventure in itself you might say. But things got a little too exciting over there once Rondon decided playing at friendly neighbours wasn’t to their taste any more.” He took a draught of the beer, it was good.
“I agree with you, Roxanne,” he said, waving a finger. “We need to understand each other’s abilities. Either this mission is extremely important, or extremely dangerous, or both.” Looking to the two girls he asked them straight out, his eyes narrowed, “Are each of you ready for three thousand, three hundred and thirty three gold coins worth of danger? I’m sure you have many skills in the candy shop but are they transferable to killing driders and collecting extremely valuable crowns?” Who knew what it was that Misaika even did. “More to the point though – this coin the church has offered – they could afford to hire a mercenary army of no small size, so why entrust the mission to us?”
Just then, he drew his chair back to look at the stranger who had approached the table. “Your mission?” he queried, regarding the masked man. “You are a priest of Varafel? Come join us.” He pulled out another chair. Laughing, he replied, “I have the feeling this sounds more straight forward than it is given the reward you have offered? Not that I’m having second thoughts, for my own part. I’m just concerned for these two young ladies.”
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Misaika
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 23
Physical Description: Standing at an average height, Misaika is a slender woman with green eyes and loose, dark auburn hair reaching just below her shoulders. Her skin is rather pale, but her features would be definitely be described as 'pretty'.
Clothes and Equipment: Misaika usually wears a pitch black robe and hood, the latter which she only seldom removes. She also carries a silver amulet with a cross shaped insignia on it which turns into a grimoire when she needs to do more advanced spells.
Registered: Feb 16, 2018 11:13:18 GMT -8
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Post by Misaika on Mar 16, 2018 14:01:46 GMT -8
The manastorm lager, the Black Mountain along with a Darkdew Cherry Cake had really hit the spot and Misaika sighed a little as she wiped her mouth with a handkerchief. What were the others talking about? Misaika was just about to listen in when she noticed a cute elf with pretty orange eyes sitting by himself and got quite distracted. He was handsome. Estevano mentioning the almost accurate amount had Misaika turning towards the two others briefly.
"Point thirty three." she interjected as she eyed the cute elf again. "Oh, he's coming this way..!" she exclaimed to herself as she saw Alured striding over to their table. What a stylish mask and hat he had, and he was really tall too. There was nothing but positives in Misaika's book until now. As the elf sat down Misaika quickly figured it was this guy who had hired them.
"And rich..." she said muted and cast her gaze upon him inspecting him a little more closely - but still discretely.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Mar 19, 2018 23:36:51 GMT -8
The Midnight Sun huh? Hadn't he been here once before? Keph wasn't quite sure. He grew up in a small town - or perhaps calling it a large village might be more accurate - so he wasn't used to having to remember all these different establishments amidst a jungle of cobblestone; the sheer size of Isra didn't help his problem with urban navigation, yet he was sure he'd eventually find his way there, he always did.
After what felt like hours of wandering alleyways within the sprawling 'Nexus' and asking around for the location of the 'Midnight Sun' from possibly the shadiest figures he could imagine, he had finally found it... at least he believed this to be it. Keph let out a long, tired sigh. He swore, if this wasn't it, he'd make whoever was in this place show him where the 'Midnight Sun' was themselves.
Creeeeeeeaaakkk...
Huh. Looked like this was it! He was fairly sure he had been here before for dinner. Yup. Definitely. It'd be impossible to forget such a place, even more so considering where it was located! It was immaculate and lacked the putrid stench of piss and disease found in the surrounding Nexus. Now, he was fairly sure he heard those priests say something about the Archbishop being here - luckily for him it appeared he was. Now, he had no clue who the Archbishop was and what they looked like, he wasn't even sure if they were male or female, what he did know is there was a group of particularly colourful people there, if he had to guess what a group of adventurers looked like, that was definitely it; to make things even better, one of them looked particularly fancy and religious-like! Yes, he had to be right!
He should really go into the detective business, one day...
He walked up to the group, thrusting a fist into the air and holding up a note he had written in his journal just moments before approaching them: "Keph is here!" The letters were big, bold, and screaming out for attention! The lad certainly adored a bit of theatrics. He gave a quick grin, before his lips curled downward, they sounded like they were talking about something important just now, hopefully he hadn't interrupted.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Mar 27, 2018 8:09:53 GMT -8
Roxanne cast a dubious eye towards the towering, masked man as he strode towards this table. Was this their employer? He seemed a bit...spooky. Still, if he had the money, who was she to judge? She sipped at her drink, taking a moment before she responded.
"I'm no stranger to dangerous jobs. I'm ready for this. You'll have your crown, you can trust us. Tell me, though...why not use your own people for this? I've seen your employees and your resters, they're all very capable mages of their own right. Why look for outside help?"
She turned to Estevano, blinking curiously at his line of questioning. He seemed oddly caught up on her side job. Hadn't she said that she was a professional bounty hunter? She frowned, somewhat confused.
"I mean...I don't think my work at the candy shop is very relevant to what we'll be doing. I hunt men and monsters for a living when I'm not here, I just work for my uncle in exchange for living at his house and to make a little extra money on the side. It's quite a popular place, you know, and he likes the extra help. I'm told that the Empress herself frequents it sometimes, although I've never seen her myself. Still, whenever my cousin in the Isran government needs a gift for the Empress, he comes by my uncle's place to pick something out...I guess Empress Naoki likes what we have to offer. That's just a side job, though. I can handle myself, and I'm definitely ready for whatever dangers we might find."
Glancing over to Misaika, she spotted the girl staring starry-eyed at the Archbishop and smirked. It almost never paid off in the long run to get involved with an employer, despite whatever short-term gains there were to be had.
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Archbishop Alured Norian
Committed
Roleplay posts: 71
Age: 356
Physical Description: Seven-feet-tall wearing a heavy, black leather cloak. A wide brimmed hat sits upon his head, and he wears a curious, pointed mask, fit with black lenses that hide its eyes. Occasionally sickly-sweet smelling gas rises from small vents on their side of the "beak".
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When not wearing what he refers to as his ceremonial garb, he reveals himself to be an elf. His face is lined with age and his hair is short and slicked back, black streaked with gray. His eyes are orange, and despite his races propensity towards merriment, he wears a permanent scowl that exudes a cold aura of authority.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy leather jacket, gloves, a wide-brimmed hat and a plague doctor's mask. He has with him on a strap a holy book, bound in black leather with silver linings.
His mask has enchantments that largely eliminate inhaled poisons, sight-based magics or effects or even the need for air. His jacket functions as a flexible suit of metal armor and hampers weapons as such. It cannot be slices, however crushing and large amounts of piercing damage may penetrate it. It can be fixed, but it takes time, and thus can't be performed during battles.
He carries no weapons and fights unarmed, although he has a knife for general purposes. His leather gloves function as gauntlets and can pack quite a punch.
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Allegiances: The Church of Varafel
Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Dec 22, 2017 15:51:51 GMT -8
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Post by Archbishop Alured Norian on Mar 27, 2018 11:40:25 GMT -8
If Alured noticed Misaika's inspections he either didn't notice or simply chalked it up to incredulity at his appearance such as Roxanne had. It was the man who seemed the most welcoming and when he asked if the elf was a priest he inclined his head slightly, a movement exaggerated by his beak-like mask.
"Yes, I am of the Church of Varafel." he agreed, not clarifying his true position. "My name is Alured Norian-" his speech stopped then as a quite young man approached, brandishing his journal. "Keph was here"? Staring quietly at this young man, black lenses of his mask hiding even the slightest of movements he at last nodded at a chair.
"If you are here for for the posting then take a seat. This will be your party moving forward." he addressed, although as he turned back to the others he listened quietly to their questions.
Addressing Estevano, the Zhephyy, first he seemed to consider how to answer. "I assure you, no one in my church is looking to mislead you." he raised a hand then, off-handedly etching out a series of complex runes. Immediately around them, the sound was muffled. The silence they felt themselves in, in so bustling a tavern, was easily unsettling for those not expecting it. Had they chosen to keep themselves out of such a quickfire spell, it would not be difficult, but they would find themselves outside the conversation and realize it impossible to hear within. "The mission you're undertaking can likely mean your death. Nalista is a force to be reckoned with and has a number of foul beasts she calls her own." he told them, his voice seeming to reverberate with each perfectly crisp enunciation. "The reason I had not hired an army of mercenaries is merely because such a thing would draw far too much attention. I do not need the Empress or her lackies asking questions or investigating church business. This item is for my own use, and she has no business with it. You four are to be discrete. I'm not asking you to lie for my sake, although you may find the reward of my gratitude favorable. Merely keep it to yourselves."
Then he looked to Roxanne, who asked her own fair question although she had far from earned anything he could call trust unless she was willing to wear the robes of a priest.
"My Church does indeed have powerful individuals. Likely a force to rival Nalista's. Yet I would not ask them to risk their lives for my personal benefits. Were I to ask, they would follow, and so I must not. Were Nalista undead, or a necromancer, I could wage a holy war against her. In addition, I do not know how closely my Church is being watched, and I have no desire to lead enemies to the crown. You four are unbound, and as such assets."
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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, 2018 17:47:52 GMT -8
Alden leads Kauri Graves into the bar, the hostess greeting him as she would a regular. Since Alden was personal friends with her employer, who also happened to be the empress this was wise. They are lead to a booth and he orders a glass of silver leaf for himself, the waiter taking Kauri's order before leaving. "A slightly nicer place don't you think?" |
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Estevano Valderon
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 38
Physical Description: Standing at 6'1" he is taller than average, with a build that suggests he is used to phsyical activity. He likes to eat and drink a lot but so far a small paunch is still adequately unnoticeable beneath his clothing. His hair is black, his skin an olive tone, as he hails from the country of Zephyr. His eyes are are a mid-blue. His face has a somewhat hawkish quality from a large-ish nose and strong eyebrows.
Clothes and Equipment: Dressed for adventuring, he wears a cloak and leather armour - enough to provide a small amount of protection in battle, though he prefers to stay at a distance and shoot, or take an opponent unawares rather than stand toe to toe. His clothing is mainly black with small accents of colour here and there. As adventuring gear it looks pretty new ... almost unused. He has a simple longsword at his belt, a hunting bow which seems of good quality, and a pair of daggers, one worn at his belt, and one shoved down a boot.
Registered: Feb 21, 2018 9:34:26 GMT -8
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Post by Estevano Valderon on Mar 31, 2018 13:39:35 GMT -8
"Maybe we can donate the last remaining coin to a beggar or something to avoid having to cut it into accurate thirds," he suggested as Misaika corrected his calculations. He wasn't sure if she was paying attention to the conversation or not and opted to ignore her for now as she made googly eyes at the priest, instead responding to Roxanne as she explained a little more about her background. It certainly made a lot more sense for her to be a monster hunter and a candy-shop worker on the side, given that she'd just taken on a massive bounty. "So that armour's not just for show, that's good to know." Who was he to judge how she made ends meet when monster hunting was slow? It probably wasn't regular work. "The Empress herself patronises your establishment? She does have something of a reputation but --" he waved a hand, "Its not something I should speak of when I'm only a guest in her country."
They were interrupted by another newcomer, who walked boldly up with a notebook. "Keph is here?" He looked the boy up and down seemingly not too impressed. "The real question is 'Why is Keph here?'" He was ready to tell Keph to sling his hook, when Alured spoke up. He looked to Bishop. "Wait a moment. This boy is joining us? Does that mean we need to split the ten thousand four ways, or is he getting the thirty three three thirty three on top? I only ask because it's my daughter's inheritance," he stroked his well kept beard and gave an evaluating glance to Keph, wondering if he was more likely to stay alive with Keph around, and if the shortening of the odds he provided was worth eight hundred or so gold coins.
He sat back in his chair as the priest created the magical barrier around them. "I trust the Church of Varafel," he replied before listening to Alured's explanation. He understood the need for a low profile. "Be assured, discretion is my watchword," he said with narrowed eyes. If the Empress was to hear of it, it wouldn't be from his lips. It could of course be from the pillow talk at the candy store, but that would be Roxanne's look out. He felt as though he understood more clearly what the parameters of their mission were now. It was to be somewhat covert and possibly deniable by the church should anything go wrong. Also, it seemed the church may not hold Isra in its palm quite as thoroughly yet as their delightful window indicated.
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Kauri Graves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 262
Age: 26
Physical Description: Kauri has a complexion so pale that she seems to mimic the glow of the moon. Atop her head stands two long, thin coppery horns that seem unnervingly sharp at their tips.
Her eyes are similar to a cat's with a bright yellow iris and a slit pupil. The fingers on her right hand seem shorter and are fixed with long, sturdy claws most useful for climbing.
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Kauri's clothes seem somewhat colorful, sometimes scarce and sometimes superfluous depending on the ever-changing weather of her home. They're always slightly decorative, but sewn and forged with purpose.
She wears small amounts of armor, such as braces, breastplates, and greaves, but they're usually very small and are built more for movement than they are for protection.
She is skilled with a bow and sword, both of which she carries with her consistently. None of her weapons are terribly special, but they're sturdy and well made.
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Allegiances: Isra
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 13:22:51 GMT -8
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Post by Kauri Graves on Mar 31, 2018 15:12:32 GMT -8
Kauri's eyes widened considerably when they entered the Midnight Sun. This was somewhere she wouldn't have even thought of waltzing into when she was younger. Perhaps if she'd found a rich boy to take her hand, but-
She looked up at Alden, realizing for the moment that she was doing exactly that without the intention. A hand came up to her mouth to hide her smile from him. She almost laughed. "Slightly nicer! This is wonderful, Marshal! I'll gladly take a drink from here. Goodness, what else was I expecting?"
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