Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 323 
Age: Way too old for any shenanigans.
Physical Description: In her natural form, Va'nei is a dragon. A very very large dragon. She stands 90' tall at the shoulder, and her wingspan is 480'; her body is long and slender, for a dragon, at 230' long. Her tail is longer than that of the average dragon, longer even than the rest of her body at a total 270', and dwindles to a long, thin, prehensile point capable of great dexterity and precision. She is ancient and colossal, an earth dragon of great wisdom, and appears to be covered in leaves, moss, and vines. Her eyes are a vibrant shining gold in both forms. In her human shape, she is humorously small compared to her dragon form. An average 5'6" and slender, she has long green hair and lightly-tanned skin; her skin retains a faint iridescent scale pattern, seen in certain angles of light.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in her dragon shape, Va'nei carries no equipment. As a human, she wears layered green robes and a pair of thigh-high green heeled boots. She also wears a headband with a small feathered adornment just above her left ear, and a necklace comprised of carved crystal beads.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 11:13:10 GMT -8
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Post by Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden on Jun 11, 2016 16:10:02 GMT -8
Her head tilted, and she seemed almost amused by something. Then she spread her wings again.
"You have my deepest gratitude, Tuesirth, but if you call me Earthwarden again, I may be forced to smack you. If you would be so kind as to follow me." She chuckled, and with a great push from her legs, she took to the air, the wind of her beating wings disturbing the sand around them. Then she was in the sky, wheeling around until he joined her, before finally taking off toward her Sanctuary.
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Oct 2, 2016 21:32:41 GMT -8
The sudden pop of magic preceded the unexpected appearance of a woman. First glance would have her seemingly normal - until one took in the giant sword in her hand, and the furry ears and tail upon her person. She blinked wide jade eyes at the sight around her, then began cursing.
"Ahh fuck, this is the last time I let a goddamn kid practice fuckin' magic on me!" This would be about the point Feru realized that she was not alone, and was in fact being faced with guards of some sort. She blinked, and promptly dropped her sword into the sand at her feet.
"Uhhh.. listen, I didn't mean to come here, and I'm not hostile, I promise. Though speakin' of 'here', could someone please tell me where the hell I am, other than a desert?"
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Oct 2, 2016 21:47:01 GMT -8
Feru would immediately have about 6 javelins pointed at her face.
The mercenaries of the desert were far more suspicious of foreigners than the other borders, especially in light of the recent succession of attacks.
The pointers were gruff looking mercenaries riding on top of massive rhinos. They were barely sweating in the intense heat. "This here's the border to the Land-Tiller's Expanse, a people waaay too nice for their own good. We're not as nice. You better give us half your life story before we let you through. Preferably the latter half, because, well, you know, I mean the former half isn't gonna tell us anything since we're all pretty innocent... and what-not... first half of our lives... although, I guess if your first half turns out to be nasty that would make you evil... unless you were redeemed in the latter half... huh..."
The guard was lost in thought for a moment before returning to gently poking the girl's sternum with his javelin.
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Oct 2, 2016 21:52:27 GMT -8
Feru's jaw dropped.
"I'm in the fuckin' Expanse? What the hell! Listen, my name's Feru din Narith, I'm a mercenary outta Gauldin, I was doin' a job at this school for magic kids and one of 'em asked me to help 'im work on this spell, and I was like, fine, but make it fast, I want to go home, and then bam, next thing I know, I'm standin' in a fuckin' desert. Swear on my ears and tail, that's the whole truth, and I'm pretty attached to the things, so I ain't lyin'." For all her swearing, she was doing her best to seem as honest as she.. well.. was. She had no desire to get poked with any of those javelins. That would hurt.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Oct 2, 2016 22:15:57 GMT -8
One of the mercenaries pulled back his spear and dismounted his oversized steed. He grumbles and sticks his big eye out to examine her clothing. "Well, that's definitely Gauldish garb. No one would be stupid enough to dress like this in the desert." The other mercenaries look to each other and shrug. "Ugh, fine." They raise their javelins. "Go to that tent over there, tell them Simhok said you could drink some water. After that fastest way back home is probably to get help from the Gauldish Citadelle. Ask around. Those damn hippies will jump at the chance to help ya get there." The mercenaries would let her do her thing, but they'd keep an eye on her the whole time. |
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Oct 2, 2016 22:29:31 GMT -8
Whew. Feru relaxed noticeably when pointy things were no longer being pointed at her, and she slowly crouched and reached down to grab her sword. Slinging the monstrous blade over her shoulder, she gave them a brisk, half-assed salute with her free hand.
"Thanks, fellas. Stay cool." She started off toward the indicated tent at a leisurely stroll, where she'd get some water, and strike off toward the west. She knew the Expanse was east of Isra, maybe she could make her way to the river, hop on a boat, get down to the port, and board the first ship for Gauldin.
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The Republic of Ponicia
New
Roleplay posts: 7 
Physical Description: Ponicia is a grand city currently ruled by Shophet Barcid and the Ashari Council. The Shophet is the closest thing the Ponicians have to a king or emperor, and is mainly in charge of governing the Ponician assets and military. The Ashari Council is made up of the wealthy, upper-class citizens, and must be pure-blooded Ponicians; the Council assists in governing the assets. Together, they work as a checks-and-balance system in the form of an oligarchical republic.
The Ponicians are explorers, colonists, traders, and conquerors. The ancient Ponicians worked hard to establish their city, and then produced capable military commanders who brought their neighbors to heel with their professional armies. Many of the defeated were forced into servitude as slaves, and others pressed into the service of the Ponician military. The younger folk were brought up to accept Ponician rule.
All conquered cities and people are merely a means to supply the city of Ponicia. Resources are extracted, warriors are recruited, and taxes are collected - and it all centers around Ponicia. For the non-Ponicians, the only reason you exist is to make Ponicia great.
Registered: Nov 26, 2016 12:54:15 GMT -8
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Post by The Republic of Ponicia on Nov 27, 2016 10:27:21 GMT -8
People of the Land Tillers' State would soon see a traveling caravan of camel-riders. They were lightly armed, wielding light hide and wooden shields, spears, bows, and scimitars. They wore robes, cloths, and desert apparel, their faces concealed. They carried supplies on the sides of their camels. They were not here to fight, however. These men only to protect a Ponician diplomat, who was adorned in lavish purple and gold robes. He hoped the locals would notify their superiors and someone would receive them. |
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Nov 27, 2016 16:02:11 GMT -8
There were several bands of mercenaries out on patrol. The caravan would be greeted by a mishmash of armed warriors, archers and a few mages, all dressed in loose robes to withstand the heat. Their mounts consisted of rhinos, wildebeests, and specially bred horses.
"You there!" A lead patrolman riding a particularly large, nasty looking rhino directed their patrol to intercept the caravan. "This is the Eastern border to the Land Tiller's State. State your business."
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The Republic of Ponicia
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: Ponicia is a grand city currently ruled by Shophet Barcid and the Ashari Council. The Shophet is the closest thing the Ponicians have to a king or emperor, and is mainly in charge of governing the Ponician assets and military. The Ashari Council is made up of the wealthy, upper-class citizens, and must be pure-blooded Ponicians; the Council assists in governing the assets. Together, they work as a checks-and-balance system in the form of an oligarchical republic.
The Ponicians are explorers, colonists, traders, and conquerors. The ancient Ponicians worked hard to establish their city, and then produced capable military commanders who brought their neighbors to heel with their professional armies. Many of the defeated were forced into servitude as slaves, and others pressed into the service of the Ponician military. The younger folk were brought up to accept Ponician rule.
All conquered cities and people are merely a means to supply the city of Ponicia. Resources are extracted, warriors are recruited, and taxes are collected - and it all centers around Ponicia. For the non-Ponicians, the only reason you exist is to make Ponicia great.
Registered: Nov 26, 2016 12:54:15 GMT -8
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Post by The Republic of Ponicia on Nov 27, 2016 16:27:25 GMT -8
Speaking in a deep, foreign voice, a dark-skinned man wrapped in purple and gold robes let his camel come ahead of the rest, and began to speak. "I am diplomat of the esteemed and great Republic of Ponicia," he began with a pompous attitude. "I have come here on behalf of the great Shophet, Barcid, of Ponicia, to request trade rights and cooperation between our two kingdoms."
The scimitar wielding warriors looked at the rhinos and other beasts with interest and intrigue.
"I can tell," the diplomat smiled and started to speak again, "that my mercenary bodyguards already know what they wish to trade for."
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Nov 28, 2016 8:09:40 GMT -8
The patrolmen blinked and surveyed their party. "Never heard of it." He then raised his hand towards the land behind him. The travelers would see that the desert made a somewhat abrupt transition into Savannah and then thick forests. "The inhabitants of this land pride themselves in agriculture, diplomacy, and their elemental magic. They can grow anything, are mighty for their small size, and have many allies. You would do well to treat them with respect. Heed my advice and I am sure something can be arranged." He then drew out a parchment and began giving their party instructions on how to reach the Longhouses, the seat of diplomacy in the expanse. |
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Ittan-Momen
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: A roll of cotton
Clothes and Equipment: Cotton
Registered: Jan 22, 2018 21:21:40 GMT -8
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Post by Ittan-Momen on Apr 13, 2018 8:44:40 GMT -8
Far above a roll of cotton lazily flew. It meandered left and right at times, gliding along the arid desert winds. It didn’t appear to have any specifc destination, and seemed as if it was just going wherever the wind blew it. Should any guards look up it wouldn’t be hard to mistake it as some wipsy cloud far above.
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