Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274 
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Dec 31, 2018 15:15:23 GMT -8
When the explosion rocked the city, Arya was initially as surprised as anyone. She had not been in the nearby area, thankfully, but the sound was loud enough to rock the whole city. Those closer to the explosion could even feel the power of the blast in the cobbles underfoot, rumors said. Instinctively, Arya headed towards the origin of the blast, practically sprinting through the streets as she did so.
She was one of the first to arrive on the scene. Initially, she helped set up the field hospital nearby, but once the people in charge realized she was also a very good healer, she found no shortage of work for the next several hours.
--Several Hours Later--
A cacophony of sounds filled the field hospital's white cloth walls. Moans, screams, lamentations, prayers, crying, and pleas for an end were just a few of the sounds commonly heard within, though the quietest was the whisper of white cloth as Arya drew a sheet over yet another patient. All around one could see terrible burns, see the unblinking eyes of those who no longer had eyelids. It was a hellish scene of death, accentuated by the smell of burnt flesh... similar to cooked beef mixed in with the metallic scent of burnt blood and the charcoal-like smell of burnt skin and the sulfurous odor of burnt hair.
She took a shaky breath, resting a hand on the table the body laid on to steady herself as another bout of lightheadedness hit her. Her eyes could not peel away from the small body underneath the sheet as it was carried away. Small crimson dots where the sheet touched exposed muscle and bone slowly expanded, soaking into the white cloth.
Arya could not handle much more emotionally, or physically. Even before this incident, she was more than familiar with burns. She had felt her very own skin burn away almost completely after being hit with the fire of a dragon she had faced. She had been very close to dying that, day... but she didn't. She was lucky to have survived.
The paladin remembered the pain most of all, covering her entire body in screaming agony. In those moments she remembered wanting to die, rather than feel that pain for a moment longer. Arya could empathize perfectly with these people, though doing that only made things harder.
On top of that, she had seen her home and loved ones burned to ash by flows of lava and had vowed to save any she could from then on. That was the reason she became a paladin. Arya thought she moved on from that terrible event in her life, but even now she felt just as helpless as she did back then watching her father get swallowed up by lava. She was lucky to survive herself then too.
Ayra had no more time to brood, however, as yet another patient was brought before her.
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Merric Ushar
Established
Roleplay posts: 12 
Age: 156
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate for face, height is 6’2. Slightly larger than medium build with broad shoulders and stout legs.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally seen wearing black trousers with gold buttons and a shirt sewn from a matte material in the a sapphire blue that rivaled the stone other than the intensity of its shine. It is sewn with a diamond pattern with an approximately one inch width and is thick enough to withstand a cool day. A charcoal cloak with a clasp of silver and high black boots to his knees complete his normal attire. When armored he wears a scale plated mail that is completely black in color, it adorns his figure well and matches a helm of the same obsidian that is formed into the style of a wolf’s snout around his chin snarling and ready for battle. Upon his hip is settled a Morningstar at most times, an effective weapon its span is three feet with one handle and a sharply pointed spike at the end. It rests comfortable when he walks sliding easily along the long line of his legs.
Allegiances: Azea - Drow Homeland
Registered: Dec 31, 2018 17:04:55 GMT -8
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Post by Merric Ushar on Dec 31, 2018 17:54:34 GMT -8
Traveling along the road brought little comfort on his back from the hard ground. Seeking comfort within a city that might provide at least a straw mattress he had happened upon the Midnight Sun, a place of frank brevity among some of the patrons and an inkling of understanding about the various races inhabiting the floors of it. Finding a warmer welcome than expected and a feather bed awaiting him he’d sought comfort in the down taking an early night in return for his troubles. If only he had been aware that his troubles were only beginning.
Dreams troubled him, dreams of pale eyes and flashing white hair that was so unusual among his kind. He tossed in what should have been a nightmare. He found it pleasant but it begged of him release from his ever waking thoughts that had begun to seep into his dreams drowning him in the displeasure of constant focus. He awoke with the startling reality that he was falling. In sleep he had felt it but upon opening his eyes he realized it was not a dream but rather a stark reality now twisting upon the mattress itself he managed only to turn slightly before contact was made with the rest of the ruins and a rather large supporting beam within the ceiling had found its way to his right leg splitting the skin and breaking the long bones within his calf. Splitting them quite evenly they were loosely held together by the muscle and sinew surrounding them and could be shifted and rubbed together if one was not careful.
Small scrapes decorated his arms and a few gashes had found their way to his sides. One particular one beneath his eye he was lucky had not landed but a centimeter higher as it extended from the edge of the bridge of his nose almost to his ear dousing his face in blood. It would stop on its own merit clotting soon enough but his leg would not be so lucky.
Coughing in the dust that settled he reached down tearing his shirt around the bottom of the fabric leaving the edges tattered and barely enough to cover himself. He had a pocket of air where he was trapped and the slightest bit of room which allowed him to reach downward and wrap the fabric above his wound. Tightening it as best as possible it slowed the bleeding to a trickle. His breaths came with ever worsening despair at his attempts his chest heaving with the effort. Relaxing back there was not much to do other than to wait. Screaming might hurry aid but with the chaos he heard around him he doubted he was the first on anyone’s list. Vaguely aware of smoke and a fire he was in the ruins that were partially untouched by the flames though he inhaled smoke his voice rasping as it covered his windpipe.
Found by a rather enthusiastic young man who had been sorting the rubble he half formed a support from a piece of wood out of a wall. He could hobble about on the makeshift crutch to the healing tent. He would have sought refuge of his own make but his belongings had been buried and until it was possible to request pen and paper he was destined to wait along with the others. His presence may have not been requested, or preferred, as Drow were often not seen nor wished to be, but he stumbled towards what little there was to be offered. These were trying enough times to not seek some comfort even if it were from a rather odd source.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Dec 31, 2018 22:51:32 GMT -8
“It is,” Naoki agrees. For a long few moments, she remains just as she is. Her vision gradually pans over to where the bodies have been laid, and where the field hospital has been set up. Bodies, in and of themselves, are far from the worst thing The Empress has seen, but the idea of those bodies belonging to her citizens, in her city, behind her walls, in her bar… That’s more difficult to stomach. Though she knows the circumstances that brought about their deaths were beyond her control, it still feels like a personal failure to have protected them.
At some point, there must have been something she could have done. Could more stringent regulations on volatile alchemical ingredients have prevented this? Something could have. With the near-absolute level of control The Empress has over both Isra and The Midnight Sun, there was, at some point, some action she could have taken to prevent this tragedy. But she didn’t, and now they’re dead.
This is enough to spur her to action. “I want to know why it happened.”
With this goal in mind, The Empress starts for the building with the intention to do some looking herself. Mindful of the dangers still present, she has no intention to enter the building, but it isn’t as if there’s a wall that would prevent her from looking in.
Taking a route that avoids both the field hospital and the bodies, Naoki leads Kate to the largest pile of rubble. A mixture of bricks, structural beams, broken furniture, and smaller things such as mugs and cutlery, stacked into a pile by the rescuers to get it out of the way. Naoki puts her free hand to her chin. The flames that followed the blast have charred much of it. She’s able to mentally place some of it, a particular door, half of what used to be a picture frame on the far wall… But thrown together like this, without sorting through it, it doesn't seem as if there's much to discern.
Naoki looks to Kate, and then into the smoldering wreck. It seems as if there were multiple blasts; there must have been. A single explosion wouldn’t necessarily have made a nice neat round hole, but a single blast powerful enough to bring down half the building would have damaged the walls more than it did, and done more damage to the second and third floors. As it stands, it looks like the second and third floors have collapsed downward and burned, but are otherwise more or less intact. Multiple blasts localized to the first floor imply either some sort of freak chain-reaction of drinks or a deliberate act of sabotage.
This does not bode well, and The Empress frowns, more than she has been. She isn’t sure what would have boded well, but regardless. The next step is to speak to those who were there — the first responders and hopefully, the survivors.
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Selene
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Selene has a curvaceous figure with porcelain skin, and starlight silver locks. Her eyes gleam lavender, as she prefers to dress in shades of blue, purple, silver or black.
Clothes and Equipment: Selene wears a variety of blue, purple black and silver dresses, preferring cool colors. She has an enchanted sapphire around her neck, protecting her from harmful toxins, enchantments or curses.
Registered: Jul 21, 2018 18:57:24 GMT -8
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Post by Selene on Jan 1, 2019 0:01:58 GMT -8
Selene appears behind Iulia, a small frown. "Forgive my colleague, we simply wish to help. This is an unforeseen tragedy. Surely you can let us help, you've let others." Selene pointed out. True, various citizens were tending to some of the wounded.
"He was correct, in that the bank wishes to help any survivors with any issues they may have. Providing a sense of emotional comfort and security should be a priority, not the petty details of who is arbitrarily allowed beyond the barricade." Selene's words were not mean-spirited, yet the gaze she gave Dixie was nothing if not harsh.
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Erasmus
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 27
Physical Description: Has flowing brown shoulder long hair and deep auburn eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Is clad in only the must elegant garments, often quite colorful though he prefers red and silver but likes to mix it up. Normally wears a large shoulder cape. His paladin armor is large and nicely ornamented with golden linings and an orange cape. Has a large one handed broadsword with a ruby fixed into its cross guard that allows him to combat undead and evil spirits more effectively as it channels the wrath of his deity into magical prowess.
Registered: Dec 30, 2018 2:30:06 GMT -8
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Post by Erasmus on Jan 1, 2019 3:36:28 GMT -8
Erasmus returned Dixie's smile and he was about to tell her more interesting facts about himself when suddenly someone far less amiable turned up.
"Yes excuse you, I was saving this man's life and you're sort of... interrupting me. Bluntly. Don't you want his family to see him again?" he asked Iulia donning a concerned face for the guy in front of him.
Erasmus looked back at the barricade and then at Iulia.
"I didn't even notice you had a barricade set up I simply heard the call of need and answered." he said as Iulia's voice was becoming firmer and firmer. "Now I'm very confused, Miss. Do you want me to cross that barricade or not?" he asked with a wry smile as she had unconsciously contradicted herself.
It seemed like Selene had gone through the barricade too after the two guards had been waved over to allegedly escort Erasmus out.
"It is as she says, we're are only here to assist in any way we can - as humble volunteers." Erasmus said and strained to give Iulia a smile back and turned to Dixie again. "You apply those bandages really nicely, but I would add another layer for the more severe wounds up here and here." he pointed instructively. "I didn't quite catch your name though, miss?" he asked with a soothing smile.
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Jan 1, 2019 10:19:09 GMT -8
Iulia stuck right by Erasmus’ side, eyeing him up and down as he prattled on. He was obviously so pleased with himself. The saccharine tones ooze out from between his teeth. Flashbacks to her time as a diplomat, powerless in the face of such egomaniacal floutings of the rules, give way to a calm dedication for her next movements. As a member of The Guard, it was Iulia’s duty to enforce the laws, so enforce them she will.
“All right, I’ve had quite enough of you.”
Iulia moves directly in front of Erasmus and rests her left hand on the pommel of a savage looking heavy metal truncheon resting in a leather holster at her waist. The Investigator nods for the assembled guards to move closer, should they need to help physically restrain Erasmus.
“Mr Erasmus, you have infringed upon the course of justice, violated a direct order from an officer of The Guard during a time of crisis, and been a common nuisance. You are under arrest for the crimes mentioned prior.”
A metallic rattling signals the introduction of wrist shackles to the conversation.
“You will kneel on the ground, hands behind your back, and then will be escorted to temporary holding whilst we finish our work here.”
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Isran Law Enforcement
Established
Only wrongdoers need fear
Roleplay posts: 21
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Aug 12, 2018 10:39:09 GMT -8
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Post by Isran Law Enforcement on Jan 1, 2019 15:53:32 GMT -8
Approaching the chaos surrounding the Midnight Sun was a red and black robed Inquisitor, his particular outfit denoting him to be one of high rank. The man rode on a black warhorse and was followed by thirty of the Inquisition’s Magi and a regiment of guards. Halting several hundred feet away from the carnage, the High Inquisitor began barking out orders, sending the rank and file guards scurrying as they began blocking all the roads leading into and out of the Great Bazaar.
“Allow no one to leave the vicinity and round up anyone within the block and bring them back to me for questioning. I don’t care if they’re an infant or about to keel over from old age, we’re questioning them all! Magi, raise a barrier to encompass the entire Bazaar, the guards will station themselves inside at all physical entry and exit points."
Offering a brief salute to the High Inquisitor, the Magi immediately began forming a magic circle. A barrier inches upwards, curving inwards overheard until a perfect dome is formed. A slight sheen covers the darkening sky. As rain begins to fall on The Free City, the area covered by the dome stays dry.
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Selene
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Selene has a curvaceous figure with porcelain skin, and starlight silver locks. Her eyes gleam lavender, as she prefers to dress in shades of blue, purple, silver or black.
Clothes and Equipment: Selene wears a variety of blue, purple black and silver dresses, preferring cool colors. She has an enchanted sapphire around her neck, protecting her from harmful toxins, enchantments or curses.
Registered: Jul 21, 2018 18:57:24 GMT -8
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Post by Selene on Jan 1, 2019 17:32:22 GMT -8
"With all due respect, Miss.. Whatever your name is, my colleague has committed no crime. The due course of justice would be to find the perpetrator, which is something I have come to help the guards in identifying. Not to argue pettily over who can help, a gentleman or a harlot." Selene says cooly. "It's clear however, that your pride must come first before the good people of Isra, so.. You said you are arresting him for whatever law.."
Selene smiled sadly at Erasmus, before walking to the other side of the barricade, the civilian side. She notices Empress Naoki, and her lips thin. Her heels clicked as she walked towards the empress' vague direction.
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jan 1, 2019 23:36:10 GMT -8
As her new patient was brought before her, Arya immediately got to work. A rather tall and fit woman with auburn hair laid before her, unconscious.
Closing her eyes, Arya focused holy magic into the palm of her hands, her mental concentration focused on maintaining an even and steady stream as she formulated a simple spell that would let her assess her patient better and perhaps any internal injuries.
"A faerie... interesting," she murmured at the realization. Initially, she had thought Kaelie was human, but her spell revealed otherwise.
Now, onto the injuries, which Arya found numerous of, but they were all routine. All of the physical injuries were non-fatal, though Arya would use her holy magic to set the broken bones and start the healing process. The main worry for Arya was Kaelie's depleted magic, a much more pressing condition at the moment. Her holy magic let her heal many ailments, however, one of those being a depleted mana pool.
Arya's hand still glowed with golden light, the brightness increasing momentarily as she infused some magic into Kaelie. It was an arduous process, but one that had to be done to save this particular patient. The healing was soon finished, however, and Arya grew even more fatigued. She had saved a lot of magic by not attempting to completely heal Kaelie however. She only did enough to save her life for now.
"Done, bring this one to recovery, she should be awake soon, and put her arm in a brace, it is still prone to re-breaking until I can heal it fully," Arya said in a weary voice to one of the field medics who had been assisting her.
She sat down nearby then, resting as best she could. There was a brief lull in the wounded coming into the tent then, so when Merric entered, she was at the moment, unoccupied.
Arya got up, moving towards the drow as he stumbled in, "Here sir, lay on this bed over here," she said, the way she spoke exuded an aura of calmness, confidence, and reassurance even through the exhaustion she felt and the chaos that surrounded her. She would help him to the bed, waiting for him lie down before she began the same process she did for Kaelie again here. She would begin by using her holy magic to learn fully the extent of his injuries and then proceed from there.
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Erasmus
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 27
Physical Description: Has flowing brown shoulder long hair and deep auburn eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Is clad in only the must elegant garments, often quite colorful though he prefers red and silver but likes to mix it up. Normally wears a large shoulder cape. His paladin armor is large and nicely ornamented with golden linings and an orange cape. Has a large one handed broadsword with a ruby fixed into its cross guard that allows him to combat undead and evil spirits more effectively as it channels the wrath of his deity into magical prowess.
Registered: Dec 30, 2018 2:30:06 GMT -8
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Post by Erasmus on Jan 2, 2019 0:06:34 GMT -8
Erasmus clears his throats... a couple of times... as the order is relaid to him. Selene immediately steps up to take him in her defense before she herself is bound to comply with the orders to leave the vicinity of the barrier. He had not immediately taken the woman in front of her to be a guard and as such might have weighed his words a lot differently had he known this. Still calling him a 'common nuisance' was being quite rude and had little place among civil conversation.
"Now, now..! I think my colleague is right, I have had no intention of disturbing any cause of justice - I was merely healing the man and as you clearly see I am unarmed. There is no reason to blow the matter out of proportion." Erasmus said his voice now a lot more diplomatic than before. "I'm sure you're just doing your job and so are the well equipped guards here and to have me arrested seems like to place more stress on you and your men. As you so insisted upon I will leave the barricaded area along with my colleague and we will have solved this matter in a civil manner, wouldn't we?" Erasmus suggested and was ready to leave if the guards around allowed for such an option.
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Jan 2, 2019 8:00:15 GMT -8
Iulia turns to Selene. Between the two of these interlopers, the Investigator wasn't sure who was worse. The rich always seemed to appreciate The Guard when they were protecting the interests of those well off. Once the powerful start to feel the other side of the law, however, they all react the same. Calling Dixie a harlot? That was too far.
"Ma'am, this is Guard business,” Iulia draws her truncheon and points from Selene to the line of guards standing far on the other side of the cordoned off street. “I suggest you point yourself towards that barricade there and walk on back through. Your comments will be duly considered on my next performance review, I'm sure."
Back to Erasmus now. The truncheon slides back into the holster at her side, and Iulia crosses her arms. It really would be a hassle to properly arrest the man. Valuable resources spent just to force a few guards to watch him. But simply letting him go at this point wouldn't do. The sudden shift in tone to a more deferential one prompted a short chuckle from Iulia.
"I’ll tell you what, Mr Erasmus. You do some community service here and I'll consider not arresting you after I'm done here today. How does that sound? After all, you are here to help, eh? I’ll send you over to work with my friend in the Fire Department for a few hours for some good hard labor, then you and I can chat later.”
Iulia gives Erasmus a few minutes to consider the offer. Getting Dixie away from the rather prurient man might help clear his head a bit. To that end, the Investigator smiles at Dixie and poses an order in the form of a question:
“Miss Starr, would you kindly go tell the Empress that I’ll be right with her to give my report after I’m done with a bit of business here?”
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Erasmus
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 27
Physical Description: Has flowing brown shoulder long hair and deep auburn eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Is clad in only the must elegant garments, often quite colorful though he prefers red and silver but likes to mix it up. Normally wears a large shoulder cape. His paladin armor is large and nicely ornamented with golden linings and an orange cape. Has a large one handed broadsword with a ruby fixed into its cross guard that allows him to combat undead and evil spirits more effectively as it channels the wrath of his deity into magical prowess.
Registered: Dec 30, 2018 2:30:06 GMT -8
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Post by Erasmus on Jan 2, 2019 11:34:17 GMT -8
Erasmus listened to Iulia's proposal and frowned as he crossed his arms - she seemed to miss the point quite thoroughly. Was it on purpose? Erasmus was a paladin and thus excelled at healing and had rather vast experience in the matter but was being sent to the fire department for whatever work seemed at hand. He did have other plans in his mind but for trying to acquire The Midnight Sun as Selene had suggested, but in these things opportunities often showed themselves where you least expected them. This wouldn't stop Erasmus from pleading another course of action.
"Indeed I am here to help and I would be happy to apply my utmost skill to the cause. However you seem to misunderstand where my skills are best placed. I am a paladin - a class of people who heals people, but I'm no water elementalist and thus I don't see what good it would do in this dire situation to relocate me to the fire department. However it seems like I am left with little choice here unless you change you mind and wish my skills to be applied with the highest degree of effectiveness." Erasmus said and awaited the reply of the investigator.
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Merric Ushar
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 156
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate for face, height is 6’2. Slightly larger than medium build with broad shoulders and stout legs.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally seen wearing black trousers with gold buttons and a shirt sewn from a matte material in the a sapphire blue that rivaled the stone other than the intensity of its shine. It is sewn with a diamond pattern with an approximately one inch width and is thick enough to withstand a cool day. A charcoal cloak with a clasp of silver and high black boots to his knees complete his normal attire. When armored he wears a scale plated mail that is completely black in color, it adorns his figure well and matches a helm of the same obsidian that is formed into the style of a wolf’s snout around his chin snarling and ready for battle. Upon his hip is settled a Morningstar at most times, an effective weapon its span is three feet with one handle and a sharply pointed spike at the end. It rests comfortable when he walks sliding easily along the long line of his legs.
Allegiances: Azea - Drow Homeland
Registered: Dec 31, 2018 17:04:55 GMT -8
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Post by Merric Ushar on Jan 2, 2019 13:24:38 GMT -8
A healer approaching him he had very little time to observe the others within the tent, none seemed to keen on bothering him due to race and this female appeared to be uncaring in return. She’d approached and attempted to seat him on one of the bed but he was prepared to refuse almost immediately. Her aura was calming of a sort, her smile bright enough even with the work laid before him, but he senses something greater at work than a woman who simply knew how to split bones. Her clothing was even auspicious enough to make him immediately want to draw back. Creatures of light rarely took a liking to ones of darkness.
Flinching when he shifted his feet he felt the pressure of the band around his leg. His shifting released some of the tightness and the blood went from a trickle to a steady small stream. Clenching the board he had one hand next to it and the other wrapped around it his knuckles were dark and his palms light but the color from his palms lightened as his fingers slipped around it fully grasping it the color bleeding around his knuckles from the pressure.
“I would rather sit,” he replied his voice short in nature the words clipped as if he were uncertain in his common and over pronouncing it in order to make himself understood, “I need but a quill and I can handle my own injuries.”
If he could recall the words. His mind was slipping from consciousness the blood loss major from the start but now with his makeshift tourniquet slipping he was losing what little balance and fight he had left to retain a standing position for much longer.
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Jan 2, 2019 13:28:53 GMT -8
Where is she going?? Kate had just stood there waiting for, maybe, someone to brief them? Waltzing towards a smouldering building was not a queenly move.
At some point when she had been away, Kate had forgotten about Naoki’s analytical approach, and her vigilance. She was at her most vigilant when something of hers or someone close to her was harmed. There was no doubt that this, right here, was the most personal assault you could commit on the Empress. Kate picked up the pace to catch up to Naoki’s strides.
The annihilation was made even more cruel by Kate's fondness of the place. Where she had felt safe or at least protected. She even built an additional garden below it to facilitate her work, once.
Naoki had a serious look on her face, that darted around the rubble, interrogating the collapsed walls and soot-stains. “A whole department of investigators and you still had to come see if they missed something? I see you haven’t changed.”
She fidgeted. “You think it was deliberate?”
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Jan 3, 2019 11:40:37 GMT -8
That headache threatens to come back with a vengeance. Her teeth grit as Erasmus continues to try and lobby for his preferred course of action.
"Understood. Officer Highchurch here," Iulia motions for one of the guards nearby to stand next to Erasmus, "Will take you over to Montag Decker of the Fire Department. From there, you'll get your work orders. You will be of great help wherever you end up working. I wouldn't worry too much about that."
Highchurch gives the paladin a cursory glance before speaking.
"Right, sir. This way."
Overheard, a rippling field of energy cuts through the sky. The gilded shimmer of a magical barrier grows up in grand arches before meeting at a point directly above the ruined Midnight Sun. Ripples bound back and forth slowly, rhythmically, as the barrier holds in place. Nearby, Magus Arthur waves hurriedly for Iotapa's attention.
"Investigator, the Office of Surveillance has arrived on scene. Orders were to set up a barrier around the four blocks nearby the Grand Bazaar. Inquisitors are here as well. I need to go make my report to them, but I have taken down some notes here."
The mage presses a few loose pages of notes into Iulia's ungloved hand. The two officers salute before Arthur whisks herself away.
Officer Larmier approaches Iulia next, her habitually jaunty expression muted. He hands are coated in black charcoal from her pencils. A few stray smudges of black cover her forehead and chin.
"I have the sketches you requested here, as well as the counts of deceased, injured, and unharmed victims from the explosion. We numbered forty-nine dead, sixteen critically injured, twenty-five with non-threatening injuries, and seven uninjured. Also, the field hospital reports treating a Fae who seems to have been put through the wringer. That could be Chief Decker's friend."
The thought that maybe Erasmus would have been better suited helping in their field hospital flashes through Iulia's mind. The halfling takes a deep breath before pressing on.
"There are children among the critically injured, Iulia. It seems they were selling flowers near the corner of Moloch Street. Can't have been more than ten years old, the lot of them."
Iotapa takes a few seconds to just stand with Larimer, the two of them silent. Side by side, they look over the scene before them. The field hospital hums with activity. Members of the fire department scuttle over the husk of the public house and around through the rubble nearby. The Empress herself has waded into the fray and is poking around in the rubble of her first business in Isra. What must she be feeling at this moment?
Neither speaks for several minutes.
The Investigator breaks the silence as she puts a comforting hand on Larimer's shoulder. Both women quietly wipe tears from their respective eyes. Iulia clears her throat a few times before speaking.
"You're doing good work, friend. I can't pretend to understand much of what happened today, but we are all doing our part to help as best we can. Check up with Jenkins and Highchurch, if you would. Then the three of you can start questioning our conscious witnesses."
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jan 3, 2019 12:20:14 GMT -8
Arya seemed surprised by the Drow's resistance. He was quite severely injured and had hobbled his way over to the tent on his own power, but he still seemed apprehensive. Most people who were still conscious did not react this way, though Arya didn't think he would be conscious much longer.
As he sat down though, she just shook her head.
"You're losing blood fast, I doubt you will have the strength to heal yourself," she said flatly, unimpressed by his quickly fading strength, "Here, let me help stop the bleeding for now."
Arya took the initiative, helping him tighten his makeshift tourniquet so he didn't bleed out at that moment, "What is your name?" she asked him, making idle conversation to keep him distracted. She would begin channeling a bit of her healing magic, a pale white glow emanating from her palms.
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Merric Ushar
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 156
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate for face, height is 6’2. Slightly larger than medium build with broad shoulders and stout legs.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally seen wearing black trousers with gold buttons and a shirt sewn from a matte material in the a sapphire blue that rivaled the stone other than the intensity of its shine. It is sewn with a diamond pattern with an approximately one inch width and is thick enough to withstand a cool day. A charcoal cloak with a clasp of silver and high black boots to his knees complete his normal attire. When armored he wears a scale plated mail that is completely black in color, it adorns his figure well and matches a helm of the same obsidian that is formed into the style of a wolf’s snout around his chin snarling and ready for battle. Upon his hip is settled a Morningstar at most times, an effective weapon its span is three feet with one handle and a sharply pointed spike at the end. It rests comfortable when he walks sliding easily along the long line of his legs.
Allegiances: Azea - Drow Homeland
Registered: Dec 31, 2018 17:04:55 GMT -8
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Post by Merric Ushar on Jan 4, 2019 5:22:53 GMT -8
"Doubt and belief are powerful things," even with him slipping he carried enough good humor left within him to impart that little nugget as she swayed into the very seat he had taken. The young woman who had approached him was a lovely sight, it was unfortunate that his own was going in and out with a haze covering his sight like a heavy fog. Settled into the chair a few deep breaths returned it but as he focused on regaining it he heard her voice, soothing, soft, a gentle breeze upon the harsh storm that had been cast upon the day.
She tightened the cloth tied around his right leg squeezing it again. The circulation had just been fully returning as well as sensation. Clenching his teeth the gritting did not stop the short grunt that came at the end before he hissed out a breath, "Perhaps your right."
Admitting his own weakness was against his nature, especially, to one he did not know but her helping nature gave him a modicum of trust for to take such a profession or such an interest in helping others was to require some confidence. "Merric," he gave his first name decisively but added a second later in a softer lacking tone, "Ushar, Merric Ushar."
The Usharan land within the Drow territory was not as well respected as others but to outsiders they would not know of their histories, know of their world, for they kept to themselves needing no outside involvement.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Jan 4, 2019 21:11:58 GMT -8
For a long moment, Naoki is silent. Eventually, she’s forced to admit, “I don’t see any other explanation.”
“There have been alchemical accidents in the past, but this. This is carnage, this is too much. Mixing the wrong ingredients doesn’t do this.”
“Someone did this. Last night, someone walked into The Midnight Sun and made a decision to… To do this.” Naoki’s vision pans over toward the field hospital and the bodies scattered around it.
The idea doesn’t sit well with Naoki at all. Aside from anger toward the perpetrator, she feels some level of responsibility toward the victims. Her citizens, in her city, behind her walls, in her bar, dead. Even though she knows the circumstances about their deaths were beyond her control, it still feels like a personal failure to have protected them. At some point, there must have been something she could have done, but she didn’t. Now they’re dead.
Turning away, The Empress huffs. Her tail lashes. Behind her, an Inquisitor enters the square, bringing with him a troupe of Magi and still more guards. They begin moving to secure the area, blocking the roads and creating a magical barrier to prevent anyone from leaving. An executive decision on the part of Grandma, Naoki supposes. She wants to find the perpetrator.
Somehow Naoki doubts that they would have stuck around; it’s been hours. Then again, they were foolish enough to anger her. So, perhaps.
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jan 5, 2019 5:44:05 GMT -8
Arya offered a friendly smile when he said his name, "Nice to meet you Merric," she said.
Her expression became a focused one though as she turned her attention to his injured leg. She used the same spell she had previously on Merric, a light magic spell designed not for healing, but for assessing the condition of her patient in great detail. In this way, she could detect any potential internal injuries as well.
Once that was done she would begin, her first course of action was to stop the bleeding in his leg. She used light magic to do this, the difference indicated by a white glow as opposed to a golden one.
Arya hovered her palms over Merric's wound. Should she be successful (I have no idea at this point), he would feel a cool and soothing sensation in his leg, akin to a flow of cool water across his skin that washed away the pain. Once completed, she would remove the tourniquet, letting blood flow through his leg again.
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Merric Ushar
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 156
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate for face, height is 6’2. Slightly larger than medium build with broad shoulders and stout legs.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally seen wearing black trousers with gold buttons and a shirt sewn from a matte material in the a sapphire blue that rivaled the stone other than the intensity of its shine. It is sewn with a diamond pattern with an approximately one inch width and is thick enough to withstand a cool day. A charcoal cloak with a clasp of silver and high black boots to his knees complete his normal attire. When armored he wears a scale plated mail that is completely black in color, it adorns his figure well and matches a helm of the same obsidian that is formed into the style of a wolf’s snout around his chin snarling and ready for battle. Upon his hip is settled a Morningstar at most times, an effective weapon its span is three feet with one handle and a sharply pointed spike at the end. It rests comfortable when he walks sliding easily along the long line of his legs.
Allegiances: Azea - Drow Homeland
Registered: Dec 31, 2018 17:04:55 GMT -8
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Post by Merric Ushar on Jan 5, 2019 6:17:31 GMT -8
“And you as well miss?”
Adding insult to injury his own physical detriments at the moment were no excuse for rudeness towards a healer. Offering their services without expectation or repayment was a rare thing indeed and he owed her no small debt even for her attempt the exhaustion of the day shared between them but about to be much worse for the slip of a girl.
He had gritted his teeth earlier in response to the pain but the grinding released the instant he felt relief. A golden light cast on dark skin only made the shade show the startling contrast from her other patients. The pale white around his wound made it translucent as it passed over the severed artery and knit the bones together no sign of the break left for when the earth reclaimed his body. Familiar with the kind of shine she emitted it was not quite elven magic but it was the sort they might have coveted highly, it also strained her in ways it normally would not have. Drows were born of moonlight and stars and drew a reinvigorating power from their very presence but it is was but a reflection of true light, a pale comparison and her own while effective was bright enough it might have burned a common man instead of helping. Merric had mixed blood in his past he was unaware of and it was the only reason she was successful.
Releasing the breath trapped in his throat he’d been unaware he was holding it until the tourniquet was pulled and his right hand moved to his thigh to rub it helping with the return of blood flow throughout the limb itself.
“I have always been amazed by the capabilities of others in such a capacity. You turn the very spindles of time in a sense reversing that which has been done through skill. Thank you,” assuming he had her name at that point he would say it meeting her gaze with an unwavering steadiness for a man who moments ago had almost lost consciousness.
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