Thaelyn Mortris
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 310 
Age: 22
Physical Description: At 5'7", Thaelyn is just above average height for a woman, with a slender build that makes her just shy of willowy. Slight curves and a womanly shape keep her from looking boyish, if only barely. She has long red hair that falls to her knees, and rich crimson eyes that are usually filled with curiosity, set in a face with delicate features.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Thaelyn wears a set of white and blood red armor which is inscribed inside with a complex series of magical runes. This provides her armor with a strength that belies its lightness, as well as serving as a sort of magical buffer that wards off most spells. She also carries a spear, or perhaps it's a staff - she seems to use it as a combination of both, using it both to fight and to channel her own magical abilities.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 12:11:27 GMT -8
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Post by Thaelyn Mortris on Feb 17, 2019 19:09:12 GMT -8
Several hours after the news went out, a portal opened in the Savannah, and out of it stepped Thaelyn and Gabriel Taurtoya. She'd only just met the man, but they'd both heard the call for help in the town where they'd bumped into each other, and when he'd asked for her help in getting there, she'd seen no reason to refuse. She remembered when Esdara had been present in this world before. Admittedly, she'd arrived in Isra after the flying isle had made its return from behind the clouds, but she'd found it fascinating, and had lamented that she'd been unable to visit the place before her unwanted departure.
Learning it had apparently been missing had been a surprise, or at least she felt the emotion somewhat dimly, as she did most things these days, and hearing that it needed help had seemed like a good reason to go. That, and maybe she could finally get what she was after on such a daring crusade. So there she was, looking at the armored folks and their eagles with no perceptible emotion, though her lips did purse slightly before she murmured to herself.
"So they really do ride giant eagles."
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Gabriel Taurtoya
Established
Roleplay posts: 32 
Age: 24
Physical Description: Standing just under six even, lean and lithe, with feathery chestnut hair that is often quite messy. His brown eyes could be described as soulful, his features slightly cherubic and youthful as he is unable to grow a beard. Something that bothers him a fair bit.
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Clothes and Equipment: A leather jerkin for protection, his father's rapier, and traveling supplies.
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Registered: Jan 12, 2018 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Gabriel Taurtoya on Feb 17, 2019 19:25:38 GMT -8
As Gabriel stepped through the portal he let out a string of expletives in his native Rondon. He was not used to such magical travel and while he was grateful that the sorceress had allowed him to accompany him, he was now fairly certain he would not to travel in such fashion again. He felt as though his stomach was crawling up his throat.
It takes him a moment to collect himself and when he does he looks up to see what she was talking about. "Yes, they do." He says his eyes widening slightly at the sight of the massive birds. He'd officially seen more magic and magical things today than he had since the war and this was good magic, not the black magic that he'd grown familiar with. It was somewhat heartening in its own way.
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Feb 17, 2019 20:05:48 GMT -8
Dasyra seemed dismayed by what the Tillers told her -- not because of the lack of assistance from their former allies, but because their plight was such an unfortunate one. Even before the reassurance that they would spread word of Esdara's need, Dasyra spoke.
"Once Esdara has been liberated, I'll be sure to tell their Graces what has become of the Land Tillers. I have no doubt that once our home is on its feet again, they'll be eager to help your people in whatever way they can. Esdara does not lightly forget the bonds of friendship."
She turned then to see those that had already come to offer aid, and her eyes widened slightly in surprise. So soon? It was astonishing. While she eyed the lupine male with a bit of wariness, perhaps to be expected given they'd not seen his ilk before, she didn't even consider turning him away.
"Tiller or no, all assistance is welcome. Thank you."
The elves were an unexpected but welcome sight, and Dasyra smiled as she bowed to their leader.
"Esdara welcomes the aid of our cousins, and I'm sure strong bonds will form between our two nations once this crisis is ended."
While introductions were made, and the Esdarans moved to mingle with the elves, Dasyra remained poised to greet any others who might come. After a few hours, the horsemen arrived from the Shaded Valley, and what supplies had been brought were shared readily amongst all. Not long after, the group of knights arrived, and they were met with the sort of easy familiarity of one warrior to another, and the other Esdarans looked quite heartened by their appearance. Capable fighters would be a great boon to this venture, and between the swift, lithe elves and the armored men, their spirits were buoyed greatly. She greeted them with a nod before speaking, an odd expression on her face that was soon explained by her question.
"Hail, knights. Your heraldry seems familiar.. have any of you visited the flying isle before?"
Before she could pursue that line of questioning any further, a portal opened nearby to where she was standing, causing Dasyra to jump aside, eyeing the opening in the air with a touch of leery curiosity. She'd never seen such a thing before! After regaining her composure once more, she nodded to the mismatched pair that appeared.
"Welcome, strangers. Thank you for answering our call for aid. If you have need of food or drink, we have little to spare, but we will gladly share it with you."
She gestured toward the makeshift camp that had sprung up, and the people that inhabited it, before casting an anxious look toward the island floating in the near distance. No forces had come to pursue them as of yet, but it could happen at any time.. and there was no telling if the demon Xoilun would manage to wrench her homeland back into the void where it had been imprisoned for all this time. They needed to act, and soon. So it was that she moved to the center of the gathering and climbed up onto a convenient rock, waving her halberd in the air to gain everyone's attentions.
"Travelers and heroes, I am Dasyra Ushael, and I thank you for coming so swiftly. I wish that we could linger to let others answer the call, but I fear time may be short, and because of that, I'll make my explanation a short one. Esdara is under the control of the Cult of Xoilun and the dark beings which are the Demon's minions. None have seen our leaders, the Winged Blade of Justice and the Winged Crown of Grace, since the island was pulled into the void between worlds some years ago. Last we knew, they were in their palace, on the far side of the capital of Esdar'ai. There are two ways to access the island -- through the Sky Portal, which lies in the Shaded Valley south of here, and by air. We have few zanora, but each can carry one passenger in addition to their rider -- and I see yonder knights have their own winged mounts.
"I leave the choice of your path up to you, but ask that you decide quickly. We can remain only through the night to let the zanora and the horses rest, but then we must strike out for Esdara with the dawn. Those who take the path through the Portal will go with the horses and strike out for the nearby farming town of Cyrili, where you will free the town of its cultist occupiers and meet up with the heart of our resistance movement. Those of you who will be flying will face a much more dangerous path -- you will be going to the fortress of Zanora'si, to drive out the evil there, and free the remaining zanora from the eyries in the mountains.
"After this has been done, both groups will make all haste for Esdar'ai, where we will move through the city, slaying all those who follow Xoilun, and verify the safety of our leaders. If you have any questions, I'll do my best to answer them, that you can make an informed decision. With the rising of the sun, we move to liberate Esdara!"
She thrust her halberd into the air, her fellow Esdarans cheering her impromptu speech. Then she clambered down from the rock and waited for any to approach her. Time was of the essence, and if these people were going to risk their lives for her home, she would do her best to see they did it with all the information she could give them.
If none approached her after a couple of hours, she'd retire along with the rest of her troops, only to rise well before the sun did the next morning. The horses were saddled, and the zanora had their harnesses attached, before their respective riders mounted up. Dasyra and her zanora riders took those who wished it onto the backs of the giant eagles, then took to the skies, while the horsemen escorted the rest toward the Shaded Valley and the Sky Portal there.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Feb 19, 2019 17:06:17 GMT -8
At the front of the column of Knights Hans placed two fingers to his forelock when addressed in a quick salute, trying to ignore the glares burning into his back from his Brothers when it was noted someone of their Order had already been there. "Possibly, likely even perhaps. But now is not the time to reflect upon the past, no?" He stated, not turning to acknowledge the accusing glances.
Instead he turned his attention to the apparent leader of the Esdarans giving an explanation of the current plan of action. It was simple really, but simple never hurt anyone - especially when there were so many little unknowns one can't think ahead for. He turned to Alaric, who in turn nodded in understanding that he'd go with the rest of the winged forces, whereas Hans and the equine Brothers would go to the Farming town. Quickly as per the tradition of the small band they all touched swords, before they split on their destined paths.
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