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Post by Land Tillers' State on Apr 10, 2016 13:19:01 GMT -8
 This is the point where the Draconic Graveyard forest begins to transition into hostile swamp land. Several renegade human tribes, such as the mysterious Bone Scavengers , can be found here. This area is also full of wildlife, ranging form exotic spiders to wyverns. This border region is primarily protected by Raynor of the Celadine clan and the mounted mage corps, who possess horses and wildebeests specifically trained to traverse this area. Their magic is elemental in nature. Celadines are typically extremely friendly and hospitable. But their kindness belies a cunning intelligence that is not to be trifled with. Supplemental travelers and warriors can also be found here. They like to harvest wyvern carcasses and dragon bones to make equipment. |
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Meredy
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Roleplay posts: 6 
Age: 23
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Body: average size, tanned
Hair: brown, shoulder-length, flowing
Eyes: green
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Spell Book
orange died fur shoulder cape with hood, fox ears sewed on top
black sleeves, stockings
short cloth skirt
dark suede belt
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Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 0:26:18 GMT -8
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Post by Meredy on Apr 14, 2016 0:40:31 GMT -8
"Hmmmm, maybe this wasn't such a good idea." Meredy said to herself. She really hadn't expected to find herself in such an area. Seeing the graveyard in the distance had been scary enough, but now she had to watch her step as well. To pass this wet, swampy land, she tried to jump from log to log. At least there were a lot of fallen trees she could use, so she wouldn't have to wade through the water.
But the thought of visiting the Food Festival made her go on. Thinking off all the sweets she could probably eat there, made her mouth water and squeak with pleasure. She then quickly covered her mouth with her hands, scared by the sound she made. She had to be quiet. She was pretty sure there were some kind of predators around here, who would enjoy a bite out of a young girl like her.
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Registered: Mar 12, 2016 16:09:38 GMT -8
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on Apr 15, 2016 21:21:31 GMT -8
Daris lead the way into the great swamp. From what Dura had told him they were almost there. Almost to the place that would be their new home. It was an odd thought. A new home, one that would be just him and her. A home without other orcs, without the trolls, the training grounds, the market. He knew in his heart whatever they did it wouldn't feel like home. It was just a word they would use. Perhaps in time it would change, but part of him feared it wouldn't still. He reaches out and takes Dura's hand. No, he decides there was no perhaps. So long as he had her, it could become home.
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Apr 15, 2016 21:58:59 GMT -8
Despite the unpleasant nature of the swamp, Dura was excited to be trekking through it. They were so close to the place that would be, if not as good as Falkreath, then the next best thing. Her thoughts mirrored that of Daris, although she didn't know it; it wouldn't be home at first.. it would just be a place to live. But they would make it home, as long as they were together. They would build a hut, and grow plants, and hunt together, and one day-- Those thoughts were brought to a screeching halt as Daris took her hand, and Dura looked over at him. There was no expression on her face, but her amber eyes were smiling, filled with hope and happiness. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze, reassuring him that all was well.. and would one day be as it should.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Apr 15, 2016 22:30:17 GMT -8
Zar'Dura and Daris would find a lack of prejudice against orcs here. What guards they encountered with treat them more with curiosity than disdain, and the Bone Scavengers would know better than to mess with what amounted to physically superior humans. They would have little trouble getting through, as long as they made it clear they had no hostile intentions.
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Renner
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: Late 20s
Physical Description: Renner stands about five feet and ten inches in height. His build is fit, but not overly muscular. His hair is dark brown with eyes to match. His skin will match whatever climate he's in, given exposure levels to the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Recently, Renner has taken to wearing light colored clothing to better blend in with the environment he is living in. He generally wears a full suit of insulated leather, a fur-lined travelling cloak, and boots made from high quality buffalo leather.
A sword and axe dangle from a belt on either side of his hip. A travelling pack, and quiver are strapped to his back. A short bow is often strung around his chest.
He wears no jewelry or other fancy adornments. His outfit is completely utilitarian and highly functional.
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Registered: Feb 28, 2016 17:57:32 GMT -8
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Post by Renner on Apr 19, 2016 16:44:48 GMT -8
Renner arrived to the forest's edge late in the day. The sun was beginning to drop over the horizon, and finding a spot to safely weather the night was high on his mind.
Finding a small area dotted with trees and rocks, but still overtaken by tall grasses, he settled down for the evening. The calls of the night insects and the birds and other predators that preyed on each other already rang out from the nearby forest.
He had come here to hunt. The folk in Asgeir had mentioned a land to the south filled with dangerous and sometimes intelligent beats that would test his skill.
He hoped to meet some of the locals in the next day or two. Renner didn't like operating on unknown lands where he might be poaching. On top of that, hunting unknown beasts in unfamiliar areas was a good way to end up hurt or dead.
A new and interesting bird song lulled him to sleep there next to his small fire.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Apr 19, 2016 18:16:47 GMT -8
Starting at the outer edge of the forest, the humans and animals would generally be more hostile. However as he approached the border and actually entered Land-Tiller territory, he'd meet friendly mounted mages on patrol and some small, intelligent wyverns who were more curious than prone to attack. Unfortunately, he hadn't quiiiete made it far enough. There was still plenty of time to meet a wild challenger. Close to dawn, just as his fire was going out, his camp would have a visitor.  Renner was actually quite lucky to encounter one of these. Fire lions were quite rare. They were normally the result of mountain lions having an above average intelligence and being able to commune with the energies of nature. These creatures were as large and powerful as normal mountain lions, but their fur, claws, and teeth radiated a scalding heat. It would not be an easy fight, but the reward for beating a fire lion was a very valuable, fire-resistant fur. The lion roared to wake up the human. It wanted to give the human a fair chance, but at the same time this was his territory. If Renner wanted to stay here, he'd have to earn the right. |
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Arian Kiraxan
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Roleplay posts: 2
Registered: Apr 19, 2016 18:47:41 GMT -8
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Post by Arian Kiraxan on Apr 19, 2016 18:54:34 GMT -8
Lurking in the shadows of the forestry and the murky waters of the swamps, something else was brewing. It was no fire lion, but it was something. They seemed to watch the group and fire lions. They were simply intrigued by them, never have seen a human before. Due to the color of their skin, it made it easier for them to stay hidden in the swamps.
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Renner
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: Late 20s
Physical Description: Renner stands about five feet and ten inches in height. His build is fit, but not overly muscular. His hair is dark brown with eyes to match. His skin will match whatever climate he's in, given exposure levels to the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Recently, Renner has taken to wearing light colored clothing to better blend in with the environment he is living in. He generally wears a full suit of insulated leather, a fur-lined travelling cloak, and boots made from high quality buffalo leather.
A sword and axe dangle from a belt on either side of his hip. A travelling pack, and quiver are strapped to his back. A short bow is often strung around his chest.
He wears no jewelry or other fancy adornments. His outfit is completely utilitarian and highly functional.
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Registered: Feb 28, 2016 17:57:32 GMT -8
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Post by Renner on Apr 20, 2016 16:01:10 GMT -8
Renner woke with a start. His training and survival instincts had kicked in faster than his actual senses and he was already rolling out of his sleeping position having grabbed his bow and two silver-tipped arrows off the ground from where he had been laying. His sword and axe were still on the ground, but within easy reach.
Drawing the first arrow back in the bow, he finally took stock of what made the loud noise that had awoken him. I large cat wreathed in fire. Not even here for a full 24 hours and he'd already met a beast he'd never seen before. But a roar like that wasn't a greeting, it was a threat.
He said nothing in response to the great cat, but stared it directly in the eyes. Sometimes showing a predator that you weren't going to be an easy kill was enough to send them on to something easier. Sometimes it was a queue to start the fight. If the cat made an aggressive move, Renner would let the first arrow fly and try to get the second off before having to grab for his melee weapons.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Apr 20, 2016 16:57:03 GMT -8
For a few moments, the lion stared at the bow and arrow. It wasn't the first time it had seen an archer before. The humans in this land used archery all the time.
However, that meant the lion knew what those pointy sticks meant.
The lion gave an angry grumble and started to walk away. It made a point of urinating on a nearby tree first. This was the equivalent of saying "Don't cross this line."
Renner could head deeper into the border, or on to the Expanse itself.
Though if for some odd reason he decided to investigate the urine, he'd find it scalding hot.
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Arian Kiraxan
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Registered: Apr 19, 2016 18:47:41 GMT -8
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Post by Arian Kiraxan on Apr 24, 2016 17:22:19 GMT -8
Lol@territorymarking))
The Arian Kiraxans only laughed when the fire lion walked away and peed on the tree. They could smell the urine, but it wouldn't intimidate them. They still kept their eyes on the warrior, intrigued by him and how the fire lion left at the sight of his arrow.
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on May 2, 2016 11:19:39 GMT -8
A contingent of men on horseback cantered up to the edge of the forest, led by a figure in fine blue coat. The guard of fifteen all bore the sigil of the Black Tower on their armor and shields, the winged tower making it obvious who they worked for. Which made it quite apparent who the man at their head was, with sword at his left hip and a bit of scruff on his jaw. It had been a long ride of several days from Isra, but he was in good spirits. It felt great to be actually doing something worthwhile. As the company reined their mounts down to a walk, and finally a full halt, Tristian's gelding pranced anxiously. It didn't like the smell of the forest.. and he didn't like the look of it.
"Be on your guard. There should be an escort arriving soon, but we must remain alert for attacks until then." The guards all nodded their understanding, unlimbering weapons and preparing to mount a defense, if need be. Tristian loosened his sword in its scabbard, just in case.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on May 2, 2016 11:36:48 GMT -8
Lord Tristian would soon be met by a dozen young men and women riding various mounts, mostly horseback and wildebeest. They had billowing green cloaks and leathers and many of them had staves and wands. They were mages.
"Oi, we're from the Celadine Clan! Are you the ambassador from Isra?" The person who spoke was a young roguish looking girl with, short, straight jet black hair and some red highlights. She had a somewhat oversized staff on her back. "Heh, you're pretty cute for an old man." She said with a cocky smile. "Come on, Raynor wants us to take you straight to Elder's Valley to meet the council. It's a long trip so we brought you some supplies."
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on May 2, 2016 11:52:25 GMT -8
Tristian relaxed when the riders appeared, and nodded when asked if he was the ambassador. "Yes. I'm Lord Tristian Seryl, of the Black Tower." He had to fight not to scowl at being called 'old', though his jaw did clench a bit. He was only thirty-two! That wasn't old. He chose not to say anything on that point, though, and simply nodded briskly at the girl's words. "Thank you. Let's be on our way, then." Heeling his mount into a trot, he led his guard to catch up and mingle with the riders, then accompanied them to their ultimate destination.
<Exit to Elder's Valley>
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on May 23, 2016 6:44:21 GMT -8
The GRA Imperious cut through the skies high above The Western Draconic Forest. The large galleon was flanked on either side by two frigates. It was an impressive sight these three ships flying in perfect unison. Aboard the deck of Imperious stood King Renaux and Queen Arianne. The Royal couple had come to conduct peace talks with the leaders of the Land Tillers State. Gauldin's successful and lucrative dealings with Isra had seen a push for more outside contact. This push, combined with the royal couples desire to get out of the palace for a few days, had lead to them leading a royal delegation to The Land Tillers Expanse. Renaux stood abroad the deck of the airship as calm and at home in the sky as he was in the throne room. The young king grins at his wife and asks curiously as he gazes down at the dense forest below them. "So what do you think?" |
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on May 23, 2016 7:21:10 GMT -8
The young queen was more than breathless over the journey. She had never been on one of the great flying ships, as horseback was always easier. Carmean had an airport and ships of its own, but for one reason or another, Arianne had yet to fly upon one.
Typical of her thrill-seeking behavior, she had spent most of her time top-side than in the royal suite of rooms that occupied the Royal Galleon. The fresh air also helped with her, ah, condition. For the time being, the couple had decided to keep the news of their child low-key. No celebrations or grand gestures just yet until things were more... set in stone.
Arianne was dressed in a beautiful gown of patterned velvet that swept along her body and left a train behind her. It was decorated down the front of her bodice and at her wrists, paired with a sparkling tiara that was settled into the fiery strands of her hair-- strands pulled away by an elegant but simple fashion of her hair to keep it away from her face. [ s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/0e/c2/c3/0ec2c3a364488e27bf82a4ef18ff3c19.jpg ] The velvet helped to keep her warm against the air, but was not so heavy as to make her too warm.
She seemed too warm all the time now, anyway, regardless on whether she was naked or not, softly complaining to Renaux in the night until he kicked off the blankets until just a sheet covered them both.
Right now, Arianne was at the very tip of the ship, leaning over to look at the forest that passed them below. They had forests in Gauldin, too, but for some reason, this one looked different. The voice of Renaux caught her attention and she turned to look at him, a beautiful smile on her face and a stray strand of red hair flowing over her cheek.
"I think it's wonderful, but I would have preferred to be on Soleil's back," she told him. She'd only been on the Pegasus once, and wanted one of her own. Renaux had said no, but... that was before her return. She would most likely ask him again, but not yet. Arianne was beginning to learn that timing was everything and she was afraid that Renaux would say no simply because she was pregnant and didn't want her doing anything hare-brained.
Which, to be honest, was probably intelligent of him. His wife was a lively little thing that was quickly getting a reputation around the castle for her spontaneous behavior, however endearing and usually generous that it was. She was simply not a politician, but she was beginning to care very deeply for what her position as Queen of Gauldin meant and the responsibilities it should carry.
"Will we be there soon?" she asked Renaux. "I've never been outside of Gauldin before. Have been here before?" |
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on May 23, 2016 9:20:05 GMT -8
Renaux met his queens smile with one of his own. Arianne was growing wonderfully into her role as queen... well into the social aspects of it. She didn't seem to have the patience or the conniving thoughts required for politics. She was far too bright, open, and straight forward for that. Which didn't concern Renaux over much, the people and much of the court loved her for her generosity and kindness. He could handle the less savory and enjoyable aspects of ruling well enough on his own.
As she speaks he comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist. He has to resist the urge to cradle Arianne's stomach in his hands. Though he he had wanted to announce his joy to the kingdom, they had ultimately decided to keep her condition secret. They would announce when it was too obvious to ignore as at that point it would be a certain thing. He gives a light chuckle at her vocalized desire to ride his Pegasus. He murmurs softly as to not be overheard, even though it is unlikely on the deck on an airship anyway.
"As would I, but considering your condition I think you will have to settle. For now at least."
Renaux peers over her head at the vast expanse of forest beneath them. It has been a long time since he had visited the continent and he had never been this far inland. The sight was certainly breath taking, though any view from above tended to be. He purses his lips in thought at her question. Given the winds and current speed...
"We should be at their gathering place within two hours. The scout ships should have alerted them to our arrival and they should have a makeshift dock prepared. I've never been to the expanse before though I have visited the continent on a few different occasions. Medan, before it changed and Camella island recently during the annexation."
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on May 23, 2016 9:38:11 GMT -8
She rolled her pretty blue eyes at her husband's protectiveness, although she did lean back into the warmth and strength of him. His hands came around her waist, and although he was hesitant to touch her stomach, she was not. Her hands came over his, not as soft and silken as they had been before her ten month absense. They were now lightly scarred and calloused upon the palms, a lasting mark that would always endure and remind her of what she had gone through. Still, those hands were warm, and slender, and feminine, and her fingers slipped between his, their wedding rings clinking against each other as she drew them down to her lower stomach, still flat but now tighter, a little harder that it was without pregnancy.
"What's the difference between flying on a ship or a horse, really?" she asked, meaning for it to be rhetorical. She understood the difference, but Arianne was spoiled, first by her father and now by her husband, and she didn't like to be told no even though she understood why. It was a point in her favor that she at least only complained a little before subsiding into acceptance of the rule put upon her.
Well, some rules. Others, Arianne was defiant and petulant as any passionate little thing would be.
"Carmela. I want to go there. It sounds beautiful. Can we go there after we have finished in the Land Tillers State?" she asked, turning a little to look up at him. It was much harder for Renaux to tell her no if his wife's pretty face and darling blues were looking up at him like that.
It was almost impossible for him to say no when she was naked, too, but as they were out in public, the dress would have to stay on.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on May 23, 2016 12:00:02 GMT -8
On the horizon, they would start to see the Guardian Wizard's Tower, a massive stone structure which extended towards the clouds. Coming from the same direction were what looked like a flock of birds.
They would appear this way for sometime, but as they approached the king and queen would notice several oddities about their appearance. First of all they flapped their wings at a slower rate than most birds, and at some point didn't seem to be flapping at all. Then they'd notice a distinct green color, along with strange protrusions coming out of their backs. And finally, they were much larger than birds.
A flock of about 20 small wyverns, each being ridden by a human, had arrived from the east. When they were within visual range, a few of them flanked sideways, revealing long strips of cloth attached to their tails. These banners had the Land-Tiller's insignia on them as well as the Gauldish insignia. Obviously this was mean to show that these forces were friendly and were welcoming them to the Expanse.
The humans, when they got close enough, would shout to the king. "Havador's waiting for you! There are docks waiting for you in Elder's Valley. Do you see that big tower over there?" He pointed towards the Guardian Tower. "Just south of that is the Valley. You can't miss it!"
Another wyvern rider, a young female mage, interjected. "You might wanna wear something warm when you disembark. The elder, uh, came up with a, creative, solution to making the docks on short notice. Haha."
The large fleet would circle the ships for about a minute, crying out various instructions and words of greeting to the passengers, before circling around and heading towards the tower. They expected the ships to follow.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on May 23, 2016 12:32:26 GMT -8
Arianne looked up at his face, she always made sure to be looking him in the eyes when asking for something. He was certain she knew he couldn't resist her when he was looking into her face. Not that he wanted to resist her on this particular topic. A brief stop in Carmela with his queen sounded absolutely wonderful.
"As you decree your majesty."
The king looks up as the wyvern approach. He nods and relays the orders to the captain of the ship. There is a subtle shift in direction and soon the are on their way.
<Exit to the Elder Valley.>
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