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Post by The Kingdom of Alban on Apr 10, 2016 10:35:27 GMT -8
Talveron - The Wizards Keep.
Sitting in the bay just outside of Avelius is the island of Talveron. It is a place of great natural power, sitting directly above one of the natural lay lines sprouting from The Wyld. On this island is built the wizards keep. This is where the handful of magic users of Avelius make their home. Harnessing the power of the ley line they fuel the cities wards. Magically enhancing the strength of the walls and creating a barrier The Wyld cannot grow over.
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
Established
Roleplay posts: 42 
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Registered: May 27, 2016 16:33:55 GMT -8
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on Jun 11, 2016 14:27:39 GMT -8
The King of Hearts, The Ace of Spades, The Jack of Diamonds, The Ten of Clubs.
Keld stares at the cards before him. He scoops them up and shuffles the deck again. Divination was not an exact magic, especially with a deck of cards. Tarot cards could give you a more accurate reading for course, but not by much. There was also room for interpretation. Still this bit of scrying had been very consistent so far and given how many times he had asked this question...
The King of Hearts, The Ace of Spades, The Jack of Diamonds, The Ten of Clubs.
Again the first four cards were the same. Every time he went to grab the fifth though something would happen. He'd knock the deck over, or drop the cards on the floor, or pick up too many. The question finally had an answer, but it wasn't yet complete. Once again Keld picked up the deck of cards and shuffled.
The King of Hearts, The Ace of Spades, The Jack of Diamonds, The Ten of Clubs.
What if anything did he do with this information? The Fate Weaver wasn't certain. It changed everything, it meant that they may escape this trap. Still did he inform the council? The other mages? He wasn't sure so he scoops the deck up again and shuffles. He whispers magic into the cards and asking his question.
"Will Alban have a king again?"
The King of Hearts, The Ace of Spades, The Jack of Diamonds, The Ten of Clubs.
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The Keeper
Established
Roleplay posts: 35 
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: A woman of average height and weight, with a slender but curvaceous frame, the woman known only as The Keeper has a lovely face of delicately-formed features, her dark brows gently arched above eyes of a deep, gleaming blue. Her nose is small and turned upward ever so slightly at the tip, giving her a nearly elfin appearance, although she has the normal rounded ears of a human. Her lips are full and soft-looking, formed into a nearly perpetual downward curve that evokes the impression of sorrow. Her skin is pale and unmarred by any imperfections, save for a small tattoo at the nape of her neck, of two crescent moons framing a full moon, all done in an odd silvery ink. This tattoo is usually covered by her hair, which falls just past her shoulders, and is a dark shade of brown that borders on black, threaded lightly with shimmering silver strands. This combined with her apparent youth, and the ancient wisdom she seems to possess, make it very difficult to determine the age of this woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, The Keeper wears a strapless dress made of multiple layers of violet fabric in varying degrees of opacity, all of them laced with faint strands of silver threads that are imbued with magic; these spells allow her to move silently, and also serve as the storage for a teleportation spell, activated by channeling magic into the thread. On the rare occasions when she ventures off of the island of Talveron, she wears a cape of rich purple velvet, the inside and edges covered in silver runes that have been sewn into the fabric; they carry spells designed to encourage people not to look at her, and to forget her as soon as she is seen, allowing her to pass through crowds veritably unnoticed. Always on her person is a thin silver bracelet around her left wrist, carved with more magical runes, its purpose unknown; on the same hand, on her index finger, she wears a silver signet ring embossed with the seal of her position, a key crossed with a quill; around her neck is a necklace of silver which bears a charm with several dark blue and violet stones that glint with an inner power; and dangling from her ears are matching earrings. She carries with her a delicate incense burner made of a dark metal and carved with runes that bears a magical green stone for illumination, and from which dangle the Keys. Only The Keeper may touch these Keys, as they open every Lock within the Isle of Talveron.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: May 4, 2016 15:39:35 GMT -8
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Post by The Keeper on Jun 11, 2016 15:12:42 GMT -8
There was the soft jingle of keys and the barest whisper of fabric as the Keeper appeared. No one in Talveron was at all sure how the woman managed to move around from place to place without being seen, but she always seemed to have the habit of making herself known at the precise moment when she was either most needed, or sought out. Now appeared to be one of those times, as she walked calmly up to where Keld stood. Her fathomless blue eyes turned upon the Fate Weaver, and although there was no expression upon her face, no gleam of emotion within her gaze, she seemed almost to be smiling at him in bemusement. When she spoke, her voice was filled with the same serenity that she seemed to exude with every breath.
"Fate Weaver.. if the cards have not sufficiently answered your question by now, why do you persist in asking it? Magic can only do so much."
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Registered: May 27, 2016 16:33:55 GMT -8
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on Jun 11, 2016 15:28:08 GMT -8
Keld's masked face looks up. It would have done an admirable job of hiding his shock if he hadn't jerked in his seat when she spoke. He whirls and gathers his cards. What was she doing here? No that was sill she was The Keeper. What did she want? That was better. He pockets the deck of cards and resumes a modicum of self control. His breathing steadies and he looks at her his smooth mask no serving it's purpose.
"The question was answered keeper. Sometimes though an answer creates more questions. Or in this case the question creates a dilemma."
The weight of the cards in his pocket is negligible. The weight of the knowledge they have given him not so much. Should he speak to The Keeper about it? The mysterious woman maybe able to provide insight. Of course he wasn't sure if she would even care. Who knew she was more mysterious than he was and he walked around in a mask.
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The Keeper
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: A woman of average height and weight, with a slender but curvaceous frame, the woman known only as The Keeper has a lovely face of delicately-formed features, her dark brows gently arched above eyes of a deep, gleaming blue. Her nose is small and turned upward ever so slightly at the tip, giving her a nearly elfin appearance, although she has the normal rounded ears of a human. Her lips are full and soft-looking, formed into a nearly perpetual downward curve that evokes the impression of sorrow. Her skin is pale and unmarred by any imperfections, save for a small tattoo at the nape of her neck, of two crescent moons framing a full moon, all done in an odd silvery ink. This tattoo is usually covered by her hair, which falls just past her shoulders, and is a dark shade of brown that borders on black, threaded lightly with shimmering silver strands. This combined with her apparent youth, and the ancient wisdom she seems to possess, make it very difficult to determine the age of this woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, The Keeper wears a strapless dress made of multiple layers of violet fabric in varying degrees of opacity, all of them laced with faint strands of silver threads that are imbued with magic; these spells allow her to move silently, and also serve as the storage for a teleportation spell, activated by channeling magic into the thread. On the rare occasions when she ventures off of the island of Talveron, she wears a cape of rich purple velvet, the inside and edges covered in silver runes that have been sewn into the fabric; they carry spells designed to encourage people not to look at her, and to forget her as soon as she is seen, allowing her to pass through crowds veritably unnoticed. Always on her person is a thin silver bracelet around her left wrist, carved with more magical runes, its purpose unknown; on the same hand, on her index finger, she wears a silver signet ring embossed with the seal of her position, a key crossed with a quill; around her neck is a necklace of silver which bears a charm with several dark blue and violet stones that glint with an inner power; and dangling from her ears are matching earrings. She carries with her a delicate incense burner made of a dark metal and carved with runes that bears a magical green stone for illumination, and from which dangle the Keys. Only The Keeper may touch these Keys, as they open every Lock within the Isle of Talveron.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: May 4, 2016 15:39:35 GMT -8
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Post by The Keeper on Jun 11, 2016 15:36:31 GMT -8
There was no change in her facade, but that impression of bemusement became stronger, and then she blinked. Turning slightly away from him, she gestured with her free hand, the other still bearing the Keys, as always.
"Walk with me, Fate Weaver." It was a request, but few ever denied the Keeper; she didn't often approach those within the halls of Talveron, after all, and when she did, it was always with good reason. Whether or not Keld followed (although it was clear she assumed he would), she moved out of the room they had been in and through a door that opened silently at her approach, onto the parapets of the Wizards' Keep. The wind blew gently, stirring her hair and the skirts of her dress, and the moon shone down upon the walls of gleaming white stone. She glanced briefly at him as they walked along the open ramparts.
"I sense a great turmoil within you, Fate Weaver. Perhaps I can provide the reassurance your cards cannot. Speak, and I will attempt to aid you, if I may." Her tone implied that it wouldn't be her decision whether or not she could help. She was a woman who often inspired more questions than she answered.
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Registered: May 27, 2016 16:33:55 GMT -8
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on Jun 11, 2016 15:49:37 GMT -8
Keld grumbled indignantly. He didn't appreciate being the subject of someone else's amusement. Still he gets to his feet and follows the enigmatic woman as she walks through the halls. He doesn't question that the door opens of it's own accord. She was The Keeper of Talveron after all. His hands absent mindidly fondle the deck of cards as she makes her offer. Her words come as no surprise. After all besides his mask he hadn't been doing much to hide the turmoil of his emotions. He debates what if anything he should say.
The King of Hearts, The Ace of Spades, The Jack of Diamonds, The Ten of Clubs.
The cards ring in his mind again and he knows he can't keep it to himself. He sighs and pulls out the deck. They were made of thin pieces of metal intricately carved and painted. The weight of them is heavy as he brings them to his lips. He whispers the question to them and flips card to her one by one.
The King of Hearts.
"Alban has or will have a king."
The Ace of Spades.
"He has the sword."
The Jack of Diamonds.
"He has met with the dwarves."
The The Ten of Clubs.
"And The Wildlings. This is what weighs on me Keeper."
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The Keeper
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: A woman of average height and weight, with a slender but curvaceous frame, the woman known only as The Keeper has a lovely face of delicately-formed features, her dark brows gently arched above eyes of a deep, gleaming blue. Her nose is small and turned upward ever so slightly at the tip, giving her a nearly elfin appearance, although she has the normal rounded ears of a human. Her lips are full and soft-looking, formed into a nearly perpetual downward curve that evokes the impression of sorrow. Her skin is pale and unmarred by any imperfections, save for a small tattoo at the nape of her neck, of two crescent moons framing a full moon, all done in an odd silvery ink. This tattoo is usually covered by her hair, which falls just past her shoulders, and is a dark shade of brown that borders on black, threaded lightly with shimmering silver strands. This combined with her apparent youth, and the ancient wisdom she seems to possess, make it very difficult to determine the age of this woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, The Keeper wears a strapless dress made of multiple layers of violet fabric in varying degrees of opacity, all of them laced with faint strands of silver threads that are imbued with magic; these spells allow her to move silently, and also serve as the storage for a teleportation spell, activated by channeling magic into the thread. On the rare occasions when she ventures off of the island of Talveron, she wears a cape of rich purple velvet, the inside and edges covered in silver runes that have been sewn into the fabric; they carry spells designed to encourage people not to look at her, and to forget her as soon as she is seen, allowing her to pass through crowds veritably unnoticed. Always on her person is a thin silver bracelet around her left wrist, carved with more magical runes, its purpose unknown; on the same hand, on her index finger, she wears a silver signet ring embossed with the seal of her position, a key crossed with a quill; around her neck is a necklace of silver which bears a charm with several dark blue and violet stones that glint with an inner power; and dangling from her ears are matching earrings. She carries with her a delicate incense burner made of a dark metal and carved with runes that bears a magical green stone for illumination, and from which dangle the Keys. Only The Keeper may touch these Keys, as they open every Lock within the Isle of Talveron.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: May 4, 2016 15:39:35 GMT -8
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Post by The Keeper on Jun 11, 2016 16:07:33 GMT -8
Coming to a stop as the cards were produced, she turned to face him and watched as he laid them one by one. The explanation that came with each card didn't seem to faze her in the slightest. And then the crux of it all was made known. There was the briefest flicker of understanding in her gaze, and she nodded once, slowly, the slightest inclination of her dark-haired head.
"So you suspect that our future king may not survive the test of the Wyld. The ambiguity of 'has or will have a king' suggests as much." She fell silent, waiting for confirmation, although her demeanor suggested she expected no less. Still, she would wait.
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Registered: May 27, 2016 16:33:55 GMT -8
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on Jun 11, 2016 16:28:49 GMT -8
Keld scoops the cards up again and shuffles the deck. Once he is sure the cards have been sufficiently randomized he tucks it away. He ponders her question or rather her statement with the markings of a question. It certainly had some validity, but it didn't cover the entirety of his problem. He turns to the crenelations of the rampart putting his hands upon it, drumming his fingers slowly.
"Yes that is part of it Keeper. There is more though. This mand, this Arach he is our last chance. If the sword is lost in The Wyld then it is all over. Avelius has lasted these last twenties years, but we are only slowing the inevitable. Without An Dli we die plain and simple. I have seen it in the fates, some probabilities even I cannot change."
He turns the expressionless mask on her.
"Out there is our last chance and the people do not even know he exists. If he dies to I let the people know? Do I let them know things are truly lost so those who can escape do? Or do I keep this to myself. Ensure that there is some scrap of hope left until the last drops are bleed from us? That is what I wonder Keeper. I have knowledge, but is it knowledge better shared or better kept."
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The Keeper
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: A woman of average height and weight, with a slender but curvaceous frame, the woman known only as The Keeper has a lovely face of delicately-formed features, her dark brows gently arched above eyes of a deep, gleaming blue. Her nose is small and turned upward ever so slightly at the tip, giving her a nearly elfin appearance, although she has the normal rounded ears of a human. Her lips are full and soft-looking, formed into a nearly perpetual downward curve that evokes the impression of sorrow. Her skin is pale and unmarred by any imperfections, save for a small tattoo at the nape of her neck, of two crescent moons framing a full moon, all done in an odd silvery ink. This tattoo is usually covered by her hair, which falls just past her shoulders, and is a dark shade of brown that borders on black, threaded lightly with shimmering silver strands. This combined with her apparent youth, and the ancient wisdom she seems to possess, make it very difficult to determine the age of this woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, The Keeper wears a strapless dress made of multiple layers of violet fabric in varying degrees of opacity, all of them laced with faint strands of silver threads that are imbued with magic; these spells allow her to move silently, and also serve as the storage for a teleportation spell, activated by channeling magic into the thread. On the rare occasions when she ventures off of the island of Talveron, she wears a cape of rich purple velvet, the inside and edges covered in silver runes that have been sewn into the fabric; they carry spells designed to encourage people not to look at her, and to forget her as soon as she is seen, allowing her to pass through crowds veritably unnoticed. Always on her person is a thin silver bracelet around her left wrist, carved with more magical runes, its purpose unknown; on the same hand, on her index finger, she wears a silver signet ring embossed with the seal of her position, a key crossed with a quill; around her neck is a necklace of silver which bears a charm with several dark blue and violet stones that glint with an inner power; and dangling from her ears are matching earrings. She carries with her a delicate incense burner made of a dark metal and carved with runes that bears a magical green stone for illumination, and from which dangle the Keys. Only The Keeper may touch these Keys, as they open every Lock within the Isle of Talveron.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: May 4, 2016 15:39:35 GMT -8
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Post by The Keeper on Jun 11, 2016 16:51:00 GMT -8
The Keeper remained silent as he spoke, and seemingly thoughtful, despite her lack of expression. Finally, she spoke, and her words carried a weight that was more than just that of the position she held. She spoke as though she had some knowledge beyond that accessible to most.
"If the heir of Arach falls, the people must be given the chance to flee. But this is not an outcome I would count upon."
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Registered: May 27, 2016 16:33:55 GMT -8
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on Jun 11, 2016 17:25:58 GMT -8
"Oh, is your foresight superior to my own?"
The Fate Weavers voice carries only curiosity. There is no resentment or annoyance at the suggestion that The Keeper knows what he does not. The woman was such a mystery. Such an admission on her part would be more illuminating than annoying. He stands waiting for her answer. The odd metal mask gleams in the moonlight, or does it? Isn't the moon behind him?
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The Keeper
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: A woman of average height and weight, with a slender but curvaceous frame, the woman known only as The Keeper has a lovely face of delicately-formed features, her dark brows gently arched above eyes of a deep, gleaming blue. Her nose is small and turned upward ever so slightly at the tip, giving her a nearly elfin appearance, although she has the normal rounded ears of a human. Her lips are full and soft-looking, formed into a nearly perpetual downward curve that evokes the impression of sorrow. Her skin is pale and unmarred by any imperfections, save for a small tattoo at the nape of her neck, of two crescent moons framing a full moon, all done in an odd silvery ink. This tattoo is usually covered by her hair, which falls just past her shoulders, and is a dark shade of brown that borders on black, threaded lightly with shimmering silver strands. This combined with her apparent youth, and the ancient wisdom she seems to possess, make it very difficult to determine the age of this woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, The Keeper wears a strapless dress made of multiple layers of violet fabric in varying degrees of opacity, all of them laced with faint strands of silver threads that are imbued with magic; these spells allow her to move silently, and also serve as the storage for a teleportation spell, activated by channeling magic into the thread. On the rare occasions when she ventures off of the island of Talveron, she wears a cape of rich purple velvet, the inside and edges covered in silver runes that have been sewn into the fabric; they carry spells designed to encourage people not to look at her, and to forget her as soon as she is seen, allowing her to pass through crowds veritably unnoticed. Always on her person is a thin silver bracelet around her left wrist, carved with more magical runes, its purpose unknown; on the same hand, on her index finger, she wears a silver signet ring embossed with the seal of her position, a key crossed with a quill; around her neck is a necklace of silver which bears a charm with several dark blue and violet stones that glint with an inner power; and dangling from her ears are matching earrings. She carries with her a delicate incense burner made of a dark metal and carved with runes that bears a magical green stone for illumination, and from which dangle the Keys. Only The Keeper may touch these Keys, as they open every Lock within the Isle of Talveron.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: May 4, 2016 15:39:35 GMT -8
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Post by The Keeper on Jun 11, 2016 17:30:09 GMT -8
"There are some things I have been permitted to know."
It was an enigmatic answer, but an answer nonetheless. It was also the only one he'd be getting, that much was clear.
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Registered: May 27, 2016 16:33:55 GMT -8
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on Jun 11, 2016 20:09:08 GMT -8
"What a wonderfully unhelpful answer."
This time a hint of dry sarcasm enters The Fate Weavers voice. He supposed he shouldn't begrudge her, her secrets. It wasn't as though he was an open book. Indeed at least she went around showing people her face. No one in the academy knew what he looked like under the mask. Indeed no one in the academy knew anything about him, well beyond his particular branch of magic. He turns from her and stares out at the sea as it breaks upon the rocks of the island. Avelius sits off in the distance. It was odd that the cities continued existence was dependent on an island outside of it. Odder that the cities only hope for a better existence hadn't even entered it.
"Then I can surmise you've been permitted to know it will all turn out for the best? Or at least that the Arach will survive The Wyld. That is something I suppose."
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The Keeper
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: A woman of average height and weight, with a slender but curvaceous frame, the woman known only as The Keeper has a lovely face of delicately-formed features, her dark brows gently arched above eyes of a deep, gleaming blue. Her nose is small and turned upward ever so slightly at the tip, giving her a nearly elfin appearance, although she has the normal rounded ears of a human. Her lips are full and soft-looking, formed into a nearly perpetual downward curve that evokes the impression of sorrow. Her skin is pale and unmarred by any imperfections, save for a small tattoo at the nape of her neck, of two crescent moons framing a full moon, all done in an odd silvery ink. This tattoo is usually covered by her hair, which falls just past her shoulders, and is a dark shade of brown that borders on black, threaded lightly with shimmering silver strands. This combined with her apparent youth, and the ancient wisdom she seems to possess, make it very difficult to determine the age of this woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, The Keeper wears a strapless dress made of multiple layers of violet fabric in varying degrees of opacity, all of them laced with faint strands of silver threads that are imbued with magic; these spells allow her to move silently, and also serve as the storage for a teleportation spell, activated by channeling magic into the thread. On the rare occasions when she ventures off of the island of Talveron, she wears a cape of rich purple velvet, the inside and edges covered in silver runes that have been sewn into the fabric; they carry spells designed to encourage people not to look at her, and to forget her as soon as she is seen, allowing her to pass through crowds veritably unnoticed. Always on her person is a thin silver bracelet around her left wrist, carved with more magical runes, its purpose unknown; on the same hand, on her index finger, she wears a silver signet ring embossed with the seal of her position, a key crossed with a quill; around her neck is a necklace of silver which bears a charm with several dark blue and violet stones that glint with an inner power; and dangling from her ears are matching earrings. She carries with her a delicate incense burner made of a dark metal and carved with runes that bears a magical green stone for illumination, and from which dangle the Keys. Only The Keeper may touch these Keys, as they open every Lock within the Isle of Talveron.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: May 4, 2016 15:39:35 GMT -8
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Post by The Keeper on Jun 11, 2016 20:16:29 GMT -8
For the first time, there was a hint of emotion on her face, although with his back turned to her, he probably wouldn't see it. But it was there: Concern. Gone as quickly as it came. And the serene air she constantly carried was also momentarily disturbed, flickering out for a heartbeat only to return immediately after the brief interruption. Then she spoke as though nothing had happened.
"The King will survive the Wyld and he will return with An Dli. It is knowledge of what comes after that which has not been made known to me." And if he'd managed to perceive the lapse in her mask, or her usual aura, he'd know that this fact troubled her. Deeply.
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Registered: May 27, 2016 16:33:55 GMT -8
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on Jun 11, 2016 20:31:39 GMT -8
If Keld noticed the lapse in composure he gives no outward sign. That odd mask remains focused on the crashing waves below. Her words are acknowledged though. A light grunt as he mulls them over. They churn and crash against each other in his mind. The thoughts and ideas within mirroring the sea below. It was odd that so many of his emotions could run close to the surface, close enough to be sensed, despite his mask. Was that just a lack of control on his part? Or was it something else entirely.
"Change. That is what will happen next."
He whispers to the wind. It is obvious, it is inevitable, it is terrifying. If An Dli returned everything would change. Many would think for the better, but that was not a guarantee. They knew nothing about the man how held the sword. What would happen once Avelius had it's king back? Would he be as his father ineffectual, like Banach a tyrant, or would he be something else? Time would tell, but until then the only certainty was change.
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The Keeper
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: A woman of average height and weight, with a slender but curvaceous frame, the woman known only as The Keeper has a lovely face of delicately-formed features, her dark brows gently arched above eyes of a deep, gleaming blue. Her nose is small and turned upward ever so slightly at the tip, giving her a nearly elfin appearance, although she has the normal rounded ears of a human. Her lips are full and soft-looking, formed into a nearly perpetual downward curve that evokes the impression of sorrow. Her skin is pale and unmarred by any imperfections, save for a small tattoo at the nape of her neck, of two crescent moons framing a full moon, all done in an odd silvery ink. This tattoo is usually covered by her hair, which falls just past her shoulders, and is a dark shade of brown that borders on black, threaded lightly with shimmering silver strands. This combined with her apparent youth, and the ancient wisdom she seems to possess, make it very difficult to determine the age of this woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, The Keeper wears a strapless dress made of multiple layers of violet fabric in varying degrees of opacity, all of them laced with faint strands of silver threads that are imbued with magic; these spells allow her to move silently, and also serve as the storage for a teleportation spell, activated by channeling magic into the thread. On the rare occasions when she ventures off of the island of Talveron, she wears a cape of rich purple velvet, the inside and edges covered in silver runes that have been sewn into the fabric; they carry spells designed to encourage people not to look at her, and to forget her as soon as she is seen, allowing her to pass through crowds veritably unnoticed. Always on her person is a thin silver bracelet around her left wrist, carved with more magical runes, its purpose unknown; on the same hand, on her index finger, she wears a silver signet ring embossed with the seal of her position, a key crossed with a quill; around her neck is a necklace of silver which bears a charm with several dark blue and violet stones that glint with an inner power; and dangling from her ears are matching earrings. She carries with her a delicate incense burner made of a dark metal and carved with runes that bears a magical green stone for illumination, and from which dangle the Keys. Only The Keeper may touch these Keys, as they open every Lock within the Isle of Talveron.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: May 4, 2016 15:39:35 GMT -8
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Post by The Keeper on Jun 11, 2016 20:44:40 GMT -8
"Yes, change. But the future of Alban is clouded to my eyes, and that is not something that has happened in my years." No one knew the Keeper's true age, or even if she was the first Keeper. Her words seemed to hint that she had been around far longer than her looks would indicate. She moved up beside him, leaning against the stone and looking out upon the sea as it frothed and churned so far below them.
"We must remember that our duty is to the people of Alban. If this new king is going to bring ruin, we must get them safely to the mainland. All of us."
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Registered: May 27, 2016 16:33:55 GMT -8
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on Jun 11, 2016 21:21:58 GMT -8
"We have already been brought to ruin Keeper. Perhaps this new king would merely be putting us out of our misery."
There is a grim note of humor in The Fate Weavers voice. Gallows humor, making light of the truth to make it less horrible. It was true though, everyday the wards that protected the city. The wards that created the border that kept out The Wyld, shrank just a little bit more. Then again, there was The Keeper's words to consider. Get the population of the city to the mainland? If they could do that he thinks they would have already. His thoughts crash over and over again in his mind and he stands there staring at the sea silently.
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The Keeper
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: A woman of average height and weight, with a slender but curvaceous frame, the woman known only as The Keeper has a lovely face of delicately-formed features, her dark brows gently arched above eyes of a deep, gleaming blue. Her nose is small and turned upward ever so slightly at the tip, giving her a nearly elfin appearance, although she has the normal rounded ears of a human. Her lips are full and soft-looking, formed into a nearly perpetual downward curve that evokes the impression of sorrow. Her skin is pale and unmarred by any imperfections, save for a small tattoo at the nape of her neck, of two crescent moons framing a full moon, all done in an odd silvery ink. This tattoo is usually covered by her hair, which falls just past her shoulders, and is a dark shade of brown that borders on black, threaded lightly with shimmering silver strands. This combined with her apparent youth, and the ancient wisdom she seems to possess, make it very difficult to determine the age of this woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, The Keeper wears a strapless dress made of multiple layers of violet fabric in varying degrees of opacity, all of them laced with faint strands of silver threads that are imbued with magic; these spells allow her to move silently, and also serve as the storage for a teleportation spell, activated by channeling magic into the thread. On the rare occasions when she ventures off of the island of Talveron, she wears a cape of rich purple velvet, the inside and edges covered in silver runes that have been sewn into the fabric; they carry spells designed to encourage people not to look at her, and to forget her as soon as she is seen, allowing her to pass through crowds veritably unnoticed. Always on her person is a thin silver bracelet around her left wrist, carved with more magical runes, its purpose unknown; on the same hand, on her index finger, she wears a silver signet ring embossed with the seal of her position, a key crossed with a quill; around her neck is a necklace of silver which bears a charm with several dark blue and violet stones that glint with an inner power; and dangling from her ears are matching earrings. She carries with her a delicate incense burner made of a dark metal and carved with runes that bears a magical green stone for illumination, and from which dangle the Keys. Only The Keeper may touch these Keys, as they open every Lock within the Isle of Talveron.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: May 4, 2016 15:39:35 GMT -8
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Post by The Keeper on Jun 11, 2016 22:52:41 GMT -8
The Keeper said nothing. She only stared at the water. Then she turned and looked at Keld, tilting her head slightly to one side.
"We will persevere. We always have." With that parting comment, she turned and walked away. Once she was out of the light of the moon, her body seemed to mist into the shadows of night and vanish.
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Owein Raic'Leach
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 48
Physical Description: An even six feet tall, Owein is a sturdily-built man with weathered features that make him appear older than his years. He has a strong jaw that descends to a firm chin, which is covered by a mustache-goatee that comes to a point, composed of brown hair threaded with silver hair - much like the hair atop his head, which he keeps trimmed to just about shoulder-length. His eyes are a deep steely grey, filled with a wisdom beyond his age. He usually wears a perpetual scowl.
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Clothes and Equipment: For the most part, Owein wears a set of intricate clothing in browns and reds. Red breeches are tucked into brown boots that fall just short of his knees. Into these breeches is tucked a brown tunic, with a red long-sleeved shirt beneath. At his waist he wears a red sash which serves as a belt, onto which are attached a number of pouches, that hold various alchemical and spell items. And over top it all he wears a long-sleeved red robe with hardened shoulders and intricate golden scrollwork at the shoulders, hem, and cuffs. The shoulders are actually made of red dragon hide, to ward against magical attacks, and the golden scrollwork carries enchantments. Around his neck is a long red scarf, that hides a nasty scar on his throat. He always carries with him a tall staff made of an odd opalescent white wood, that is carved at the top into an intricate, twisting shape reminiscent of dragons.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 14:36:28 GMT -8
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Post by Owein Raic'Leach on Jul 30, 2016 23:47:14 GMT -8
In the days following the dragon attack, Owein and the various wizards of the keep had spent much of their time inspecting the object which had been extracted from the young creature. Once they'd been able to learn all they could about it, Owein had contacted the king and let him know that, as his schedule permitted, he should visit the wizards' island to discuss the item in question. The missive had been accompanied by an item, a small golden ring with a crimson stone that would allow him to teleport to the island. Owein stood within the main hall of the tower of the wizards' keep, awaiting the arrival of King Averin Arach. The Keeper stood nearby, and he glanced at her. Even he didn't know much about the enigmatic woman, but he was surprised she wanted to be there to meet the king on his first visit to the island.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Aug 1, 2016 13:25:18 GMT -8
"Well that was unpleasant."
Averin mutters as he appears inside the main hall. He had managed to avoid teleportation for the majority of his life. A decision he intends to pursue more vigorously now. It was very disconcerting vanishing from one place an appearing in another. Looking around he spots Owein, who is in the accompany of a... purple woman. That was interesting. Waving at the older man the king approaches.
"Greetings Master Owein, what do you have for me?"
Averin doesn't beat around the bush, he is quite eager to get things started.
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Owein Raic'Leach
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 48
Physical Description: An even six feet tall, Owein is a sturdily-built man with weathered features that make him appear older than his years. He has a strong jaw that descends to a firm chin, which is covered by a mustache-goatee that comes to a point, composed of brown hair threaded with silver hair - much like the hair atop his head, which he keeps trimmed to just about shoulder-length. His eyes are a deep steely grey, filled with a wisdom beyond his age. He usually wears a perpetual scowl.
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Clothes and Equipment: For the most part, Owein wears a set of intricate clothing in browns and reds. Red breeches are tucked into brown boots that fall just short of his knees. Into these breeches is tucked a brown tunic, with a red long-sleeved shirt beneath. At his waist he wears a red sash which serves as a belt, onto which are attached a number of pouches, that hold various alchemical and spell items. And over top it all he wears a long-sleeved red robe with hardened shoulders and intricate golden scrollwork at the shoulders, hem, and cuffs. The shoulders are actually made of red dragon hide, to ward against magical attacks, and the golden scrollwork carries enchantments. Around his neck is a long red scarf, that hides a nasty scar on his throat. He always carries with him a tall staff made of an odd opalescent white wood, that is carved at the top into an intricate, twisting shape reminiscent of dragons.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 14:36:28 GMT -8
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Post by Owein Raic'Leach on Aug 1, 2016 14:03:23 GMT -8
Owein bowed to Averin as the king approached, then straightened and gave the younger man a somewhat grim smile.
"Greetings, Your Majesty. We've made some very interesting discoveries about this object you had me retrieve. If you'll kindly come with us... Ah yes, I should probably make introductions first." He turned from Averin and gestured toward the Keeper.
"Your Majesty, this is the Keeper. She holds the Keys of Talveron, as well as many of its secrets. The item has been under her guard since I brought it here."
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