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Post by Land Tillers' State on Apr 10, 2016 14:08:08 GMT -8
The Eastern desert is one of the most important geographical barriers keeping the Land-Tiller's Expanse safe. Almost nothing has ever bothered to traverse this great sea of sand. As such, there is generally very little need to protect it. That said, it IS well protected by a motley crew of Land-Tiller mages, mounted archers, and mercenaries from the Phoenix Imperium. These guys are unusual in that they enjoy the arid heat. They are highly suspicious of foreigners. Anyone crossing this desert had better have a good reason to be here. |
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Gluttony
Established
Roleplay posts: 11 
Physical Description: A fat and ugly demon with an endless void in it's stomach. Gluttony is always hungry and never satisfied unless eating.
Player's online availability : Whenever there is food
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 12:21:26 GMT -8
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Post by Gluttony on Apr 13, 2016 0:33:23 GMT -8
The big and heavy demon crossed the desert giving little notice to the heat. By the tail he dragged 8 massive lizards. They were ugly things but Gluttony knew that the meat was good. The demon lord of indulgence looked forward to the food festival. He liked nothing more than good food.
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Isra - Military
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 15:55:26 GMT -8
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Post by Isra - Military on May 19, 2016 20:26:23 GMT -8
The legions of the Isran army sent to reinforce the eastern border of the Land Tillers' State had marched across the Expanse, before finally reaching their home for the next while. Those tasked to do so quickly got to work setting up tents and pavilions, while the rest started to set up some of the the minimal defenses they had brought with them. When that was all well and finished, there was a nice line set up, with five camps, each holding parts of the host. Archers watched the horizon in preparation for any approaching enemies.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276 
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on May 19, 2016 20:40:56 GMT -8
Emahra wiped sweat from her brow as she finished with the erecting of her own tent, and gave a respectful nod to the soldiers who had assisted her in the task. The crimson scarf wrapped around her left forearm was hastily unknotted, and then she unfurled the item before winding it around her brow and the circlet there, securing it in a knot that was nestled at the base of her skull, on the underside of her long blue plait. Mostly it was to keep the sun somewhat off her face and out of her golden eyes. Absently resting her left hand on the hilt of the Blade at the corresponding hip, she made her way toward the command pavilion. Stepping inside, she placed her right fist over her heart and sketched a quick bow to Cyronin, then straightened and moved toward the command table. The tall Elven woman was silent, more interested in surveying the assessment of the situation they had been sent here to guard against.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on May 19, 2016 22:24:18 GMT -8
A contingent of Falcon Corps members, lead by Roarik of the Dittany, met the Isranian forces at the border. They set up their own camp along with the Isranians, and immediately set to work. Channeling magic through their birds of prey, they had the birds set runic mines on the desert sands.
A party of spell casters also showed up. They mostly focused on enchanting the archers and melee range mercenaries with fire magic.
The motley mercenaries at the border were plentiful, and grumbled plentifully. They didn't like foreigners, but they accepted the fact that it was better to be safe than sorry against an army of undead.
(Devoting 2k NPC count for defense at this border.)
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Cyronin the Blue
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 28
Physical Description: Trying.
Clothes and Equipment: https://imgur.com/a/sIpRe
Player's online availability : Often?
Registered: Nov 9, 2015 2:04:16 GMT -8
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Post by Cyronin the Blue on May 20, 2016 13:45:40 GMT -8
Cyronin did not bow in return, rather providing Emahra with a curt nod before he turned back to the table before him. A full topographical map had been cast by one of the strategic mages Cyronin had brought with him, creating a fully-interactive surface on the table. Cyronin, sadly, could not interact with it, and so resigned himself to giving orders to others of how he wanted it to sit. The forces had been positioned corresponding to their real positions, and once could see that Cyronin was in the central encampment, with the other two generals being stationed in the outmost two camps. The long blue cloak that usually rested on his shoulders sat hung on a hook, with the majority of his armour sitting on the table beside it - he had minimised his equipment to better handle the heat, as had many other fighters present.
Currently, there was no data on the map as to where or when the opposition would approach, but Cyronin and General Smythe were talking about it as they looked down on the realistic surface.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on May 20, 2016 14:57:51 GMT -8
Emahra remained silent, doing nothing but observing the map and what was being done with their forces as she listened to the strategy that was being discussed. She was here to observe and give advice if it was requested, and report back to Naoki.. and that was precisely what she was going to do.
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Valerian Kastimeer
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 32
Physical Description: Valerian is of average height at 5'10", with the lean build of a climber and fighter. Black hair is kept cut fairly short, with the bangs hanging over his brow but not quite in his eyes and the rest roughly matching that theme. His eyes are black, with iris and pupil indistinguishable from each other. Valerian looks young for his age, often taken to be five or more years younger than he in fact is. Typically on his shoulder, but sometimes in a pocket, is the undead squirrel companion that Valerian has named "Rupert."
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Valerian is almost constantly clad in a semi-formal blue uniform, complete with award ribbons, a gold command braid, and shoulder and collar rank insignia. The uniform can include a long black coat in inclement weather. It is exceedingly rare for Valerian to be seen without his weapon; a broad-headed spear of variable properties. At times it is standard length for a battle spear, comfortably wielded in two hands and impossible to wield with one; at others it is short enough to use one-handed. Similar to the spear, Valerian is never seen without the white gloves he wears -- those gloves bear some arcane symbol on the back of the hand. Rounding out his equipment is an assortment of pouches in pockets and occasionally on his belt, their contents mostly as mysterious as the symbol on his gloves.
Player's online availability : Varies.
Registered: May 4, 2016 20:26:48 GMT -8
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Post by Valerian Kastimeer on May 20, 2016 22:20:28 GMT -8
Valerian Kastimeer, admiral and unwholesome caster, found himself trailing some way behind the main Isran forces. That was probably because he hadn't been officially notified of any movement, and had left the city hurrying after the legions only when he heard through the rumor mill where they were bound. Why he had traveled in that semi-formal blue uniform was a mystery, but he approached the Isran camp with it still looking pristine. He carried that long spear resting on his left shoulder; the right was occupied by a squirrel. That squirrel seemed to have thin fur in a few places, and in a few others... thin flesh, like it had just begun to decay and then stopped. Regardless the squirrel seemed alert, looking around and fluttering that bushy tail, while the person seemed entirely focused on what lay ahead. It was hard to surprise him, and doubly so for the types of enemies he had heard they might expect to face out here.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on May 20, 2016 22:37:25 GMT -8
Emahra suddenly stiffened, her pointed ears twitching, and turned her gaze toward the Blade at her hip, then she turned abruptly and made her way toward the pavilion's exit. The scarf atop her head slipped with the sudden movement, and with a grunt of annoyance, she tore it off her head, twining it absently around her left bicep and knotting it firmly so that the badge was pointed outward. Just as she stepped out of the pavilion, a soldier came hurrying up, saying something about a lone man afoot in a blue uniform approaching the camp. She waved him into the pavilion with an idle gesture of her slender hand.
"Inform the general. I will speak to this man myself." The sword at her hip hummed as she began moving swiftly through the camp, approaching Valerian Kastimeer with a confident stride. She made a striking figure, tall and pale-skinned, with that long blue braid and the circlet about her brow, clad in her typical black-and-blue garb. Propping her left hand on her sword's hilt (wrist draped casually over the crossguard and fingers dangling), the right tucked at the small of her back as golden eyes watched the man near their temporary fortifications. Once he was close enough to speak to, she raised her voice and called out. "Hail, sirrah. Who are you, that approaches the Isran military with such seeming purpose?" Her gaze darted to the squirrel, and a thin brow arched curiously.
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Valerian Kastimeer
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 32
Physical Description: Valerian is of average height at 5'10", with the lean build of a climber and fighter. Black hair is kept cut fairly short, with the bangs hanging over his brow but not quite in his eyes and the rest roughly matching that theme. His eyes are black, with iris and pupil indistinguishable from each other. Valerian looks young for his age, often taken to be five or more years younger than he in fact is. Typically on his shoulder, but sometimes in a pocket, is the undead squirrel companion that Valerian has named "Rupert."
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------
Valerian is almost constantly clad in a semi-formal blue uniform, complete with award ribbons, a gold command braid, and shoulder and collar rank insignia. The uniform can include a long black coat in inclement weather. It is exceedingly rare for Valerian to be seen without his weapon; a broad-headed spear of variable properties. At times it is standard length for a battle spear, comfortably wielded in two hands and impossible to wield with one; at others it is short enough to use one-handed. Similar to the spear, Valerian is never seen without the white gloves he wears -- those gloves bear some arcane symbol on the back of the hand. Rounding out his equipment is an assortment of pouches in pockets and occasionally on his belt, their contents mostly as mysterious as the symbol on his gloves.
Player's online availability : Varies.
Registered: May 4, 2016 20:26:48 GMT -8
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Post by Valerian Kastimeer on May 23, 2016 16:31:24 GMT -8
As the blue-clad man came to a halt, the squirrel on his shoulder held something out in offering to the woman that had spoken. Whatever it was had been held up as though the reanimated rodent were chewing it, and it glinted in the light... a copper?
Valerian himself, meanwhile, looked intently at the speaker as if trying to gauge her importance. With a very slight shrug, he spoke. "Just a volunteer, madame -- one who believes his skillset perhaps useful in the current... situation. Well, parts of it, anyway -- I doubt seamanship will be much use here, but my particular magics may."
A slight gesture of his head toward the squirrel would reinforce his point; he had approached close enough for sharp eyes to discern the creature's nature with some degree of accuracy.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on May 23, 2016 17:13:39 GMT -8
Those eyes were particularly sharp of sight, as was the case with most Elven species, and Emahra easily noticed the seemingly semi-decayed state of the creature. That realization made those hues narrow upon the man thoughtfully. Why would a necromancer - and one with the skills of a sailor, no less, what an odd combination that was - want to assist them against the undead scourge? It was a question worth asking, for certain, but she would wait to ask it. Any help was welcome, and she inclined her head in a respectful nod of understanding and greeting once he'd given his reply.
"In that case, you are welcome within our camp, sirrah. One with your talents would be most useful against the forces we are likely to end up facing, and we would be quite grateful for the assistance." Stepping back and pivoting a quarter-turn, so that her left side was toward him, she raised the hand from her sword's hilt and gestured for him to proceed into the camp. Once he was even with her, she turned the rest of the way to walk alongside him, leading him toward the command tent. As they walked, she cast a curious glance at both the unknown male and his squirrel companion. Odd, that. Why would he keep an undead squirrel as.. a pet, it appeared to be? Very strange, that.
"I am Emahra Untyrid, and I am serving as the liaison for the Lady of Isra, keeping her apprised of our situation here. May I ask your name and affiliation, sirrah?"
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Valerian Kastimeer
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 32
Physical Description: Valerian is of average height at 5'10", with the lean build of a climber and fighter. Black hair is kept cut fairly short, with the bangs hanging over his brow but not quite in his eyes and the rest roughly matching that theme. His eyes are black, with iris and pupil indistinguishable from each other. Valerian looks young for his age, often taken to be five or more years younger than he in fact is. Typically on his shoulder, but sometimes in a pocket, is the undead squirrel companion that Valerian has named "Rupert."
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------
Valerian is almost constantly clad in a semi-formal blue uniform, complete with award ribbons, a gold command braid, and shoulder and collar rank insignia. The uniform can include a long black coat in inclement weather. It is exceedingly rare for Valerian to be seen without his weapon; a broad-headed spear of variable properties. At times it is standard length for a battle spear, comfortably wielded in two hands and impossible to wield with one; at others it is short enough to use one-handed. Similar to the spear, Valerian is never seen without the white gloves he wears -- those gloves bear some arcane symbol on the back of the hand. Rounding out his equipment is an assortment of pouches in pockets and occasionally on his belt, their contents mostly as mysterious as the symbol on his gloves.
Player's online availability : Varies.
Registered: May 4, 2016 20:26:48 GMT -8
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Post by Valerian Kastimeer on May 26, 2016 22:27:34 GMT -8
"I am presently between affiliations, actually. But I think Isra would be a fine place to settle, and I have... other reasons, ones I would prefer to keep private, to be involved here." Valerian sounded a bit uncomfortable after that pause; the squirrel picked up on it and chittered scoldingly at Emahra. Valerian had, of course, resumed walking when gestured to do so, and fell into pace alongside the odd elf. That spear still rested on his left shoulder; his right hand was in his pants pocket now, making his image overall shockingly casual considering that semi-formal attire. The jacket of that uniform had been unbuttoned in the desert heat, but aside from that concession he seemed relatively unfazed by the weather.
"I am Valerian Kastimeer, unemployed admiral and, as you gathered, necromancer. That last has made me... unwelcome, before -- I have heard it may be viewed more kindly in Isra, and so I came to Isra."
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on May 26, 2016 22:44:13 GMT -8
There was a look of understanding on her face as he spoke of his reasons for going to Isra in an attempt to relocate. Emahra knew that those who dabbled in necromancy were often frowned upon, but she also knew that not everyone who used those arts was evil - this man didn't strike her as evil in the slightest, and her instincts were usually spot-on about such things. A small smile tilted up the corners of her lips, and she nodded slightly, indicating that she was willing to respect his wish not to discuss the matter, a non-verbal statement which was then backed up with words.
"But of course, sirrah. I do not mean to pry. We are simply on rather high alert. But rest assured, I will not press you on the matter. You seem a good enough sort, and as such, we welcome you to our camp." She paused, seemingly considering this, and then her lips pursed slightly to one side as she realized something.. and then voiced this realization after a moment. "Or, well, I do, anyway. I suppose the High General will wish to speak with you himself." Which made it quite a good thing that they were already headed toward the command pavilion. What made her metallic gaze sharpen upon the necromancer was the offering of his name.. more specifically, his title of 'admiral'. Hmmm...
"`Tis a pleasure to meet you, Admiral Kastimeer. And yes, it seems all sorts are welcome in Isra, as long as they do not do harm unto the city or its people." She hesitated, seemingly trying to decide whether or not she should speak what was on her mind, then forged ahead with her thought. "Perchance, were you intending to seek your place in a naval establishment within Isra? It would be rather fortuitous, if you were. The Lady of Isra has set in motion a plan to create an Isran Navy, and someone with experience enough to claim the title of 'admiral' would be a great boon to her efforts. I would be pleased to set up a meeting upon our return to Isra, should you like to speak with her."
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Valerian Kastimeer
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 32
Physical Description: Valerian is of average height at 5'10", with the lean build of a climber and fighter. Black hair is kept cut fairly short, with the bangs hanging over his brow but not quite in his eyes and the rest roughly matching that theme. His eyes are black, with iris and pupil indistinguishable from each other. Valerian looks young for his age, often taken to be five or more years younger than he in fact is. Typically on his shoulder, but sometimes in a pocket, is the undead squirrel companion that Valerian has named "Rupert."
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Valerian is almost constantly clad in a semi-formal blue uniform, complete with award ribbons, a gold command braid, and shoulder and collar rank insignia. The uniform can include a long black coat in inclement weather. It is exceedingly rare for Valerian to be seen without his weapon; a broad-headed spear of variable properties. At times it is standard length for a battle spear, comfortably wielded in two hands and impossible to wield with one; at others it is short enough to use one-handed. Similar to the spear, Valerian is never seen without the white gloves he wears -- those gloves bear some arcane symbol on the back of the hand. Rounding out his equipment is an assortment of pouches in pockets and occasionally on his belt, their contents mostly as mysterious as the symbol on his gloves.
Player's online availability : Varies.
Registered: May 4, 2016 20:26:48 GMT -8
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Post by Valerian Kastimeer on May 29, 2016 1:21:36 GMT -8
"I thank you for that... and have no problem meeting the General." His tone shifted predictably in that; mildly grateful to begin, and matter-of-fact at the end. Clearly Valerian wasn't one to cower in the face of authority. He kept pace alongside her nonchalantly, ignoring the squirrel on his shoulder offering that coin to pretty much everyone they passed. Rupert had a friendly soul.
"I have actually been wanting to meet with the Lady for some time. I have some... thoughts, and a person, that I think would be very helpful to her in that endeavor." His tone for that was thoughtful, with a touch of hope -- it seemed he'd made a contact already. Making connections with the Isran establishment was only a secondary goal in his coming, but he still seemed satisfied. "Yes, if you would set up a meeting with her, I believe I should bring my acquaintance along. He's a bit eccentric, but invaluable."
A sudden thought seemed to come to him, and it was revealed immediately when he spoke again, nodding to the squirrel as he did so. "Ah, this is Rupert, by the way. An early foray into the arts, and one I've been reluctant to let go."
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Post by Land Tillers' State on May 29, 2016 10:19:18 GMT -8
The assortment of mercenaries continued to stand at the ready, gazing over the desert sands for any signs of trouble.
As the hours passed, there seemed to be no sign of activity.
The rhinos and wildebeests groaned to each other on occasion, something akin to idle chatter.
One mercenary was looking back at the camp. "Hey, who's the blue haired chick?"
Another mercenary shrugged. "Dunno, but she's kinda cute. She looks Elvish."
"And what about the guy with the undead squirrel?"
"I dunno, but he's kinda cute." A third mercenary, a female with a longbow, smirked.
Some of the other mercenaries chuckled and they continued to gaze over the desert, waiting to see if the @deadaaedan presented them with some sort of challenge.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2016 10:34:15 GMT -8
And perhaps the undead would pose a threat. The storm that had grown and over taken all of Aaedan was spreading rather quickly. Its dark clouds and green lightning had started to reach over the desert...
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on May 29, 2016 12:32:02 GMT -8
"How fortuitous, then, that we happened to encounter here. I will let Lady Naoki know of you and your associate, and request a meeting, as soon as you are speaking with the General." Stepping up to the command pavilion, Emahra paused and looked off toward the horizon. Those clouds were barely visible in the distance, but she could see them, and they made her frown. Her gaze veered back toward Valerian when he introduced the undead squirrel, and a wide, thoroughly amused grin appeared on her lips as she laughed softly. "Rupert, is it? How.. fitting. But I fear we have little time to waste, if those clouds are any indication. With me, if you would, please."Moving into the pavilion, she gestured for Valerian to accompany her, then inclined her head to Cyronin.
"General, this man is Admiral Valerian Kastimeer, and he is a necromancer. I believe he would be beneficial in the fight against the undead - on that note, I believe we should begin preparing for an assault. There is an unnatural storm approaching from the direction of the threat, and it is moving quite rapidly. If you will excuse me, I will leave you gentlemen to speak. I need to contact Lady Naoki." Bowing to both men, she turned a quick about-face, then gave Valerian a quick smile before exiting the pavilion. As she moved toward the front of the defenses to get a better look at the incoming storm, she focused her thoughts into one of the gems on the badge, attached to the scarf, which was wound around her left bicep, and contacted Empress Naoki silently.
"Lady Naoki, I have just had a rather fortuitous encounter with a curious gentlemen. He is a necromancer by the name of Valerian Kastimeer - but more than this, he appears to be a man skilled in seamanship, as he dubbed himself 'admiral'. I believe it would be quite beneficial for this man and his associate to meet with you, upon my return to Isra, if you approve. He could prove a great asset to your budding naval enterprises."
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2016 21:34:36 GMT -8
The clouds soon rolled over the base camp of the desert, a viscous wind rolled in with them stirring sand up in quick fashion. green lightning streaked through the clouds at an ever increasing pace. The storm was building up magic as though it was a mage preparing a spell, the green lighting evidence of its increasing power.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
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Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on May 30, 2016 2:53:57 GMT -8
"How fortuitous, then, that we happened to encounter here. I will let Lady Naoki know of you and your associate, and request a meeting, as soon as you are speaking with the General." Stepping up to the command pavilion, Emahra paused and looked off toward the horizon. Those clouds were barely visible in the distance, but she could see them, and they made her frown. Her gaze veered back toward Valerian when he introduced the undead squirrel, and a wide, thoroughly amused grin appeared on her lips as she laughed softly. "Rupert, is it? How.. fitting. But I fear we have little time to waste, if those clouds are any indication. With me, if you would, please."Moving into the pavilion, she gestured for Valerian to accompany her, then inclined her head to Cyronin.
"General, this man is Admiral Valerian Kastimeer, and he is a necromancer. I believe he would be beneficial in the fight against the undead - on that note, I believe we should begin preparing for an assault. There is an unnatural storm approaching from the direction of the threat, and it is moving quite rapidly. If you will excuse me, I will leave you gentlemen to speak. I need to contact Lady Naoki." Bowing to both men, she turned a quick about-face, then gave Valerian a quick smile before exiting the pavilion. As she moved toward the front of the defenses to get a better look at the incoming storm, she focused her thoughts into one of the gems on the badge, attached to the scarf, which was wound around her left bicep, and contacted Empress Naoki silently.
"Lady Naoki, I have just had a rather fortuitous encounter with a curious gentlemen. He is a necromancer by the name of Valerian Kastimeer - but more than this, he appears to be a man skilled in seamanship, as he dubbed himself 'admiral'. I believe it would be quite beneficial for this man and his associate to meet with you, upon my return to Isra, if you approve. He could prove a great asset to your budding naval enterprises." |
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on May 30, 2016 11:50:21 GMT -8
Ema's gaze flicked up to the nasty-looking clouds above with their green magical lightning, and she grimaced. "We have seen no sign of the undead yet, but a very unnatural storm front just rolled in. It has green lightning. I think I should confer with the General immediately. I will keep you posted as things progress." With that, she darted back into the command pavilion, flinging the flaps aside and fixing Cyronin with a very serious look. "Those clouds are here, and they look like very bad news. Some sort of green magical lightning. I think that assault is about to literally drop down upon our heads."
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