Esejef I of the Sodalite
Established
"Too many brains, too little time."
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 200
Physical Description: A skinny, spry old man with brilliant glowing eyes and surprisingly intact teeth.
Clothes and Equipment: Medium cloth robes
Registered: May 4, 2016 10:59:02 GMT -8
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Post by Esejef I of the Sodalite on May 9, 2016 20:04:47 GMT -8
As they completed this last part of the tour, Esejef looked towards Malagus. It didn't take a psychic to see that something was wrong. Being a psychic helped though, so Esejef was hit with inspiration.
He raised a hand in the air. The whole of the air shifted, and Esejef winked, as the spirits which floated around the rotunda were now gathering around Malagus. Esejef had the gift of speaking with the mind, but he could also reach out to spirits, who could touch one's very soul. And Malagus doubtlessly had a soul.
With any luck, if Malagus was willing, the visions would start to come to pass. If not, it was worth a shot.
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With that room taken care of, Esejef looked towards the party. "I'm afraid the floors beyond this point wouldn't be of much interest, nor do we want to interrupt the higher level mages with their busy work." This was perhaps Esejef's tongue in cheek way of stating that the floors were off limits. "Mostly they are additional libraries and laboratories, as well as meeting places... Hmm... Actually..."
Esejef thought for a moment. "If you want, we can go to the very top floor, and you can see a view of the entire expanse! It's the most beautiful view you'll find for miles. Hehehehehe!" Esejef was starting to become more eccentric and giddy again.
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Malagus
Established
Chief Librarian of the Great Library of Belrow
Roleplay posts: 11
Registered: May 3, 2016 1:55:13 GMT -8
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Post by Malagus on May 11, 2016 5:00:01 GMT -8
As they completed this last part of the tour, Esejef looked towards Malagus. It didn't take a psychic to see that something was wrong. Being a psychic helped though, so Esejef was hit with inspiration. He raised a hand in the air. The whole of the air shifted, and Esejef winked, as the spirits which floated around the rotunda were now gathering around Malagus. Esejef had the gift of speaking with the mind, but he could also reach out to spirits, who could touch one's very soul. And Malagus doubtlessly had a soul. With any luck, if Malagus was willing, the visions would start to come to pass. If not, it was worth a shot. *** With that room taken care of, Esejef looked towards the party. "I'm afraid the floors beyond this point wouldn't be of much interest, nor do we want to interrupt the higher level mages with their busy work." This was perhaps Esejef's tongue in cheek way of stating that the floors were off limits. "Mostly they are additional libraries and laboratories, as well as meeting places... Hmm... Actually..." Esejef thought for a moment. "If you want, we can go to the very top floor, and you can see a view of the entire expanse! It's the most beautiful view you'll find for miles. Hehehehehe!" Esejef was starting to become more eccentric and giddy again. Malagus's head began to swarm with images of lives that where not his own. Lives of happy families, laughing around a small fire. The marriage of a deeply in love couple. All flashed through his mind. It was wonderful. For the first time that he could remember Malagus saw life growing instead of dying. Blossoming instead of shriveling. It was extraordinary. Although his face could not show it, Malagus was smiling from ear to ear, his body trembling at the visions. This was the life that was taken from him and his people. These were the type of memories that where stolen from him, of family members and of friends. He remembered none of it. That must change Malagus decided. He must find a way to remember. *** It took several minutes for Malagus to regain his composure and several more to begin to remember where he was. "That was...beautiful." Malagus whispered to himself. He turned to Esejef, "You can not, understand...what you have just done...for me. Just know that...I am in your...debt." He then turned to follow him up to the highest point of the tower.
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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 May 11, 2016 14:32:48 GMT -8
"I would like to see the top of the tower."
Daris nods at Esejef. Most of what the mage had to say about the higher floors did not interest him. It made sense that people would not traipse around them without supervision or reason. Still an impressive view sound nice. The undead receive a curious glance at his reaction, but it is not Daris's place to comment.
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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 May 11, 2016 15:04:10 GMT -8
Dura came to her senses after a time, just in time to hear Esejef offer to take them to the top of the tower.. and Daris saying he'd like that. She felt a bit woozy as she stood and moved over to her husband, grasping his arm in an effort to steady herself as she nodded silently in agreement. She would also like to see the top of the tower and the view of the lands.
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Esejef I of the Sodalite
Established
"Too many brains, too little time."
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 200
Physical Description: A skinny, spry old man with brilliant glowing eyes and surprisingly intact teeth.
Clothes and Equipment: Medium cloth robes
Registered: May 4, 2016 10:59:02 GMT -8
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Post by Esejef I of the Sodalite on May 11, 2016 19:34:25 GMT -8
Then it was time for the last section of the tour. Esejef would lead the group up another flight of stairs, and another, and another, and a few more. It wasn't until the tenth flight up that Esejef finally revealed that he could have just carried everyone to the top in a psionic bubble, which he proceeded to do. (According to him he was busy thinking about where he should retire next century...). They would speed passed many floors now, occasionally stealing glimpses of some very odd floors indeed. There were mages holding strange seances, labs with glowing artifacts floating about, at least one floor dedicated to large reptilian beasts, etc. Of course these were balanced out by additional libraries, empty meeting halls, and full meeting halls full of wizards. There was at least one room that contained a brilliant glowing being whose body was completed obscured by a cloudy aura. ("Don't mind him. His name is Lee. He gets like that when he's hungry.") Then finally they made it to the very top. The sky would break above them, and they would be on a a large flat roof surrounded by crenellations. Like the Council Hall in Elder's Valley, the top floor featured several crystal statues of some powerful looking beings. The ones with older dates looked more fantastical and mythical than the more recent ones, and the most recent was Lynx of the Celadine, Slayer of Dragons and Necromancers, who looked like a perfectly ordinary young woman. These statues were all facing out towards the horizon, as if they were guarding the expanse before them. Speaking of which, the view. If one looked to the north, they would see the beginnings of a mountainous region, dotted by tree life. Even further beyond that were snow-capped peaks, on the southern face representing the furthest one could find Saskatoon clan settlements. What lay on the other sides of those peaks was anyone's guess... To the west and east were large expanses of forests. To the West were the Celadine stone towers and the various fields their people employed. To the East were fewer forests and more fields, many more fields. If they were lucky they'd catch a view of a flock of wyverns heading north to nest after feeding in the forests. Finally to the south was the river that ran through Elder's Valley, the elder's Council Hall, the Badger Clan farms, and more fields, many more, interspersed with trees. The most prominent color through all of it would be green. Green green and more green. "We may not be the strongest nation, or the most advanced, but I do believe we are by far the most alive nation in the overworld. This is the legacy that the guardian tower watches over..." Esejef said proudly.
If they looked above, they would realize they were only a stone's throw away from the clouds themselves.
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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 May 13, 2016 8:55:39 GMT -8
Daris turns in a slow circle taking in the view around him. It is breathtaking. Esejef's words fall on deaf ears, yet their message is heard anyway. Truly their new home was the most vibrant place on the overworld. Unable to control the course emotions the view brought to him the orc sweeps Dura into his arms. He clutches her to his chest. His heart pounds and his breath comes shallowly. The emotions coursing through him leave him without words.
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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 May 13, 2016 11:25:18 GMT -8
Dura followed Esejef up to the tower's top, and stopped cold at the view that was revealed to them. How could any place be so beautiful..? It seemed like something out of a tale of magic. She gripped her staff tightly, and turned to Daris, little knowing that he had the same thoughts as her. When he pulled her into his arms, her own wrapped around him, her face nuzzling into his chest. This was one of the most emotionally powerful moments she had ever experienced, right up there with witnessing the death of Theev'Nok.. although far less traumatizing and far more awe-inspired.
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Mihael Làidir
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 206
Age: 24
Physical Description: Mihael stands at a little less than average five foot ten. He has a narrow jaw, piercing blue eyes, straight nose, midset cheekbones, and powerful brow. His hair white hair is kept short and tends to stick up. He has the lean cord like muscle of a trained swordsmen.
Mihael is of mixed Katashiman and Albish blood. His father was a wondering Ronin who fell in love with a Albish noble woman.
Clothes and Equipment: As his base lair Mihael wears a white silk top, Over top of this he wears a chain link vest, and over that he wears a long blue coat. The coat is a modified version of the blue cloaks worn by the Avelius city guard.
His only weapon is the Yoru'Gin a silver steel Katana. It is the ancestral blade of his family on his fathers side. The folded steel weapon is enchanted for additional durability. The enchantments allow the normally brittle blade of a katana to trade blows with the more heavy weapons of the Alban knights without shattering. The silver used in it's creation also makes it effective against supernatural threats.
Registered: May 2, 2016 18:57:42 GMT -8
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Post by Mihael Làidir on May 22, 2016 19:33:56 GMT -8
As was their way Mihael and Moon made it to the Wizards Guardian in about twice the amount of time it should have. Roughly two very enjoyable weeks and fourteen detours, wrong turns, and pit stops finally brought them to the tower. The young knight stares up at the towering sight in awe. He has seen few buildings as tall as this and even from here he can sense the magic.
"Well Moon here we are! Let's find someone and ask them if they have seen or felt An Dli."
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on May 22, 2016 20:23:49 GMT -8
Moon gaped up at the building, nodding in silent agreement with Mihael. She'd never seen anything like this before, and even someone without an ounce of magic in her body could feel the power coming from the structure. Stepping closer to him, almost half-hiding behind her mate (which was hilarious because she was an inch taller than him), the lupine shifter trailed the foreign knight as they made their way to the door, and she instinctively ducked behind him as they came to a stop before the aperture, peering around his head to see who would answer their knock.
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Esejef I of the Sodalite
Established
"Too many brains, too little time."
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 200
Physical Description: A skinny, spry old man with brilliant glowing eyes and surprisingly intact teeth.
Clothes and Equipment: Medium cloth robes
Registered: May 4, 2016 10:59:02 GMT -8
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Post by Esejef I of the Sodalite on May 23, 2016 11:45:01 GMT -8
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees?"
The young couple would hear a voice, but no visible source. Though if they are able to sense magic, they might feel a presence floating above them.
The voice would sound like a creaky old man with too much time on his hands, but at least it would be friendly.
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Mihael Làidir
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 206
Age: 24
Physical Description: Mihael stands at a little less than average five foot ten. He has a narrow jaw, piercing blue eyes, straight nose, midset cheekbones, and powerful brow. His hair white hair is kept short and tends to stick up. He has the lean cord like muscle of a trained swordsmen.
Mihael is of mixed Katashiman and Albish blood. His father was a wondering Ronin who fell in love with a Albish noble woman.
Clothes and Equipment: As his base lair Mihael wears a white silk top, Over top of this he wears a chain link vest, and over that he wears a long blue coat. The coat is a modified version of the blue cloaks worn by the Avelius city guard.
His only weapon is the Yoru'Gin a silver steel Katana. It is the ancestral blade of his family on his fathers side. The folded steel weapon is enchanted for additional durability. The enchantments allow the normally brittle blade of a katana to trade blows with the more heavy weapons of the Alban knights without shattering. The silver used in it's creation also makes it effective against supernatural threats.
Registered: May 2, 2016 18:57:42 GMT -8
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Post by Mihael Làidir on May 23, 2016 13:07:48 GMT -8
Mihael whirled around trying to see where the voice is coming from. Seeing no discernible source he is forced to conclude it is magic. Well at least the voice is friendly. Catching Moon's hand in his he gives it a reassuring squeeze. He could tell she was nervous given how she kept trying to hide behind him.
"Hello I am Sir Mihael Làidir, I am on a quest. I am looking for the mystic blade An Dli and it's wielder the last of the Arach bloodline. I have heard the blade is powerful enough that mages can sense it from a great distance. I was wondering if you have felt it in your lands?"
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on May 23, 2016 13:13:54 GMT -8
Moon nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard that disembodied voice. She still wasn't used to things like that, even though she conversed with Alden via the pin attached to her vest on a fairly regular basis. It sent a shiver up her spine, and she shot Mihael a grateful look when he caught her hand and squeezed it, but she didn't smile. She just looked around wide-eyed and uncertain, waiting to hear what that voice would have to say in response to her fiance's query.
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Esejef I of the Sodalite
Established
"Too many brains, too little time."
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 200
Physical Description: A skinny, spry old man with brilliant glowing eyes and surprisingly intact teeth.
Clothes and Equipment: Medium cloth robes
Registered: May 4, 2016 10:59:02 GMT -8
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Post by Esejef I of the Sodalite on May 23, 2016 13:36:19 GMT -8
The location of the presence would suddenly shift directly in front of them. A few seconds later Esejef would appear as heavily garbed old man. Esejef was in a yellow mood today, so he wore bright yellow.
"Ah, forgive me, I was in a yellow mood today, so I wore yellow." He grinned. The man walked at an unexpectedly rapid pace towards the two and opened up his eyes as wide as they would go. He noticed the changing hues in Moonflower's eyes. "Oooh, yes, that's very interesting. I can do that too, see?" Esejef's eyes suddenly flashed a bright blue before fading back into their pale glassiness. "Mihael, please step a meter to your left."
If Mihael complied, he'd narrowly avoid a slimy white bird dropping splattering on his coat.
"An Dli, An Dli... Is it? About yay big?" He held his hands apart a certain length. "Black, possesses unfathomable magic power? Blessed by many races and promises to unite your continent under a single banner and a single king? Is it the only hope of your continent and the most precious artifact imaginable to your people?" His voice escalated with enthusiasm as he continued to describe the wondrous object.
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Mihael Làidir
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 206
Age: 24
Physical Description: Mihael stands at a little less than average five foot ten. He has a narrow jaw, piercing blue eyes, straight nose, midset cheekbones, and powerful brow. His hair white hair is kept short and tends to stick up. He has the lean cord like muscle of a trained swordsmen.
Mihael is of mixed Katashiman and Albish blood. His father was a wondering Ronin who fell in love with a Albish noble woman.
Clothes and Equipment: As his base lair Mihael wears a white silk top, Over top of this he wears a chain link vest, and over that he wears a long blue coat. The coat is a modified version of the blue cloaks worn by the Avelius city guard.
His only weapon is the Yoru'Gin a silver steel Katana. It is the ancestral blade of his family on his fathers side. The folded steel weapon is enchanted for additional durability. The enchantments allow the normally brittle blade of a katana to trade blows with the more heavy weapons of the Alban knights without shattering. The silver used in it's creation also makes it effective against supernatural threats.
Registered: May 2, 2016 18:57:42 GMT -8
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Post by Mihael Làidir on May 23, 2016 13:58:22 GMT -8
Mihael starred at the strange old man rather taken aback. He had met mages before, but the mages of Tarvalon tended to be dour serious folks. This was due to them having to spend all their time maintaining the ward against The Wyld. Still the old man seemed friendly and he had warned him of the bird plop. Mihael grins at the man and nods enthusiastically at the description.
"Yes! That is it exactly. Have you seen it then?"
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on May 23, 2016 14:05:11 GMT -8
Moon shied away from the man as he neared, staying behind Mihael and following him when the older man indicated he should move. The reason why soon became apparent, and she eyed the fellow suspiciously. She didn't trust mages, really. They were too unpredictable, they knew too much. She remained silent even as the fellow spoke of the sword that Mihael was searching for, and she was momentarily excited. Was he going to say that he knew where it was? Would they finally have a firm destination in hand?
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Esejef I of the Sodalite
Established
"Too many brains, too little time."
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 200
Physical Description: A skinny, spry old man with brilliant glowing eyes and surprisingly intact teeth.
Clothes and Equipment: Medium cloth robes
Registered: May 4, 2016 10:59:02 GMT -8
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Post by Esejef I of the Sodalite on May 23, 2016 14:33:16 GMT -8
Esejef shrugged. "Nope, never heard of it. But I did have a dream about describing a sword about yay big, black, possessing unfathomable magic power, blessed by many races and promising to unite your continent under a single banner and a single king."
He grinned mischievously. Before Mihael tried to kill him, Esejef raised up a single finger. "I ALSO, dreamed about telling you that the sword is moving, inside a large circle of stone monoliths. It is a place precious to all of your people, but in particular the... animal people." He smiled warmly.
"I can't tell you much else, but your homeland will be restored soon. Also, Moonflower, please take a step to your right."
If she complied she'd also narrowly avoid a dropping... a significantly larger dropping, from a wyvern. Despite her efforts more than likely some would get on her shoes.
Esejef looked up serenely. "Lots of flying things today."
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Mihael Làidir
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 206
Age: 24
Physical Description: Mihael stands at a little less than average five foot ten. He has a narrow jaw, piercing blue eyes, straight nose, midset cheekbones, and powerful brow. His hair white hair is kept short and tends to stick up. He has the lean cord like muscle of a trained swordsmen.
Mihael is of mixed Katashiman and Albish blood. His father was a wondering Ronin who fell in love with a Albish noble woman.
Clothes and Equipment: As his base lair Mihael wears a white silk top, Over top of this he wears a chain link vest, and over that he wears a long blue coat. The coat is a modified version of the blue cloaks worn by the Avelius city guard.
His only weapon is the Yoru'Gin a silver steel Katana. It is the ancestral blade of his family on his fathers side. The folded steel weapon is enchanted for additional durability. The enchantments allow the normally brittle blade of a katana to trade blows with the more heavy weapons of the Alban knights without shattering. The silver used in it's creation also makes it effective against supernatural threats.
Registered: May 2, 2016 18:57:42 GMT -8
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Post by Mihael Làidir on May 23, 2016 15:50:51 GMT -8
Mihael blinked in surprise digesting what the odd old man had told him. An Dlí was in Tursachan? That is what it sound like. If that was true then... well he hadn't failed his quest exactly. His quest had just been completely pointless. He wasn't quite sure how he should feel about that.
"I guess... that means I can go home?"
The normally determined and self assured knight sounded rather confused. For the first time in years he was without a purpose. Normally this would not have bothered him, but it was too sudden to unseen and he was lost.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on May 23, 2016 15:59:19 GMT -8
Moon listened to what the man had to say with growing bewilderment. But she did understand, after sorting through it all, that Mihael's king was already back in Alban.. with the magical sword that would hopefully set everything to rights. She was processing this when the old mage told her to move, and she jumped back and to the right as quickly as she could, barely avoiding splatter from the wyvern droppings. She cast a mild glare upwards, then turned her attention to Mihael when he spoke. She could sense the uncertainty in him, but she latched onto his statement. Skirting around the wyvern's mess, she moved closer and took his hand, lacing their fingers, before placing her other hand over the back of his. She turned her gaze toward the old man, and nodded gratefully.
"Thank you for the information, sir. We really appreciate it." Whether or not Esejef left at that point, Moon turned her attention to Mihael. Leaning closer to him, she smiled warmly, her eyes gleaming with happiness as she gave his hand a small squeeze, trying to get him to focus on her. "That means we can go home, Mihael.. and start our life together." Wasn't that what he wanted? A sudden thought struck her, that he wasn't at all ready to return to Alban, introduce her to his parents, and get married. But surely that wasn't true.. Mihael loved her.
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Mihael Làidir
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 206
Age: 24
Physical Description: Mihael stands at a little less than average five foot ten. He has a narrow jaw, piercing blue eyes, straight nose, midset cheekbones, and powerful brow. His hair white hair is kept short and tends to stick up. He has the lean cord like muscle of a trained swordsmen.
Mihael is of mixed Katashiman and Albish blood. His father was a wondering Ronin who fell in love with a Albish noble woman.
Clothes and Equipment: As his base lair Mihael wears a white silk top, Over top of this he wears a chain link vest, and over that he wears a long blue coat. The coat is a modified version of the blue cloaks worn by the Avelius city guard.
His only weapon is the Yoru'Gin a silver steel Katana. It is the ancestral blade of his family on his fathers side. The folded steel weapon is enchanted for additional durability. The enchantments allow the normally brittle blade of a katana to trade blows with the more heavy weapons of the Alban knights without shattering. The silver used in it's creation also makes it effective against supernatural threats.
Registered: May 2, 2016 18:57:42 GMT -8
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Post by Mihael Làidir on May 23, 2016 16:24:47 GMT -8
"I..."
Mihael looked at Moon when he felt her squeeze his hand. Her words cut through the the fog of confusion that had clouded his mind. Of course! Even if he failed to find what he was looking for he had found something better. He pulls her into his arms and sways slowly from side to side.
"This isn't the end I expected for this quest. I didn't find my king, but I didn't fail either. I suppose I will get heckled when I return home for wasting my time, but..."
Mihael pulls back a bit and then kisses her. He pours his love his desire and his need into the kiss. She was his reason now to live now. Alban got its king without him, but he had gotten her and that was all that mattered. After a moment he breaks the kiss and say's with a grin.
"I found you and that means it was worth every second. Let's go home."
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Esejef I of the Sodalite
Established
"Too many brains, too little time."
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 200
Physical Description: A skinny, spry old man with brilliant glowing eyes and surprisingly intact teeth.
Clothes and Equipment: Medium cloth robes
Registered: May 4, 2016 10:59:02 GMT -8
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Post by Esejef I of the Sodalite on May 23, 2016 16:37:39 GMT -8
Esejef waved them off and turned back towards the tower. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Too many brains, too many brains..."
As he was crossed the bridge, a bird dropping landed on his shoulder.
He paused, stared at the gooey mess, and started chuckling as he left.
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