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 Apr 22, 2016 17:18:07 GMT -8
He was asleep. The sight brought a warm, motherly smile to Va'nei's face, and then she was looking back to the scroll in her hands. "Of course. I will need to be in my natural shape in order to produce the necessary item, but once I ready to leave, it will be an easy matter. I can only make one at a time, so I suppose it should likely be left in your capable hands, then passed on to whoever you think best." Glancing up at him as the Elder began to doze, Va'nei chuckled softly. "Rest well, Elder."
With that, she returned to reading. What had been an afternoon waxed steadily toward evening, and a scant half hour before the sun was supposed to set, Va'nei stood from her seat with a joint-popping stretch. Moving over to the Elder, she touched his shoulder and gently shook him awake. "Elder. It is time I met with the Elves. If you will accompany me outside, I will provide you with the item that can be used to call upon me." Moving over to where Noroth slumbered happily in a flower bed, she stroked his little muzzle until he awoke, whereupon she leaned down and gently pressed her brow to his. "Come along, Noroth. There are more people to meet, and I presume they will have delicious food for you."
Hopefully with awakened Elder and hatchling in tow, Va'nei moved outside and resumed her full draconic form, careful not to damage any of the buildings. There was a ripple of the greenery covering her hide that went from skull all the way down to her tail, culminating in the production of a multi-faceted dark green pendant on the end of a sturdy silver chain, wrapped in silvery ivy vines and leaves that hung from the thin, prehensile tip of her tail. This was offered to the Elder, the crystal gently pulsing with magic. "This can be used to call upon me in times of need. I entrust it to you. If there are any others of importance within your people that you think should possess one, I will create another and give it to them."
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 15:26:16 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2016 18:12:46 GMT -8
Noroth awoke with a grumbling babbling, rolling out of the flower box and thumping heavily on the floor. He managed to pry open his eyes a bit to see and wiped at his face with his paws, smacking his lips a bit as things started to feel right again. Soon he was up and waddling a beeline for the door after his mother - more like a stumbling zombie in his not-quite-awake state.
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Elder Havador
Committed
The Leader of the Land-Tiller's Tribe
Roleplay posts: 58 
Age: 140-ish
Physical Description: An old, thin man. He is tall for his age, around 6'.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears simple cloth and shows no sign of being the Land-Tiller Tribe's most influential leader. He has no weapons of any kind, though he does carry his favorite books.
He can however be recognized by a series of trinkets and bracelets he wears on his arms, gifts given to him by all the children and young wizards he helped mentor during his days at the tower.
Registered: May 18, 2015 11:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Elder Havador on Apr 22, 2016 20:17:37 GMT -8
The Elder viewed the gem with marvel. "I am grateful beyond measure. Hmm... I believe if anyone else should possess such a crystal, it is the elves, for they, with the help of the sodalites, are aware of many of the happenings in our lands. Together, we can maintain full coverage of our world and help keep the world safe. You should hurry and meet the elves soon. The sun is beginning to set."
A few other clan elders and various diplomats continued to marvel and praise the magnificent creature. But they would allow her to leave immediately, along with her adorable youngling.
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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 Apr 22, 2016 20:31:13 GMT -8
Va'nei nodded her understanding. "Very well. I will provide them to whomever among the Elves and Sodalites I believe to be responsible enough for the burden. Thank you, Elder. I will return tomorrow." Gathering Noroth close, she spread her wings and with a great shove, took to the sky. Wheeling around once, she turned toward the forest.
<Exit to Secret Forest>
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Yerazin
New
Ambassador for Belrow to The land Tiller State
Roleplay posts: 9
Physical Description: Tall and foreboding Yerazin, like the rest of his kind, where all cursed with immortality. As such, his body now gives the appearance of being a walking corpse, his flesh dry and a husk.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing the traditional robes of his people Yerazin wears a long white robe that covers most of his body. Although this piece of cloth has been with him for thousands of years, it has only a decent amount of wear.
Player's online availability : Most Days
Registered: Apr 22, 2016 20:16:24 GMT -8
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Post by Yerazin on Apr 22, 2016 20:35:58 GMT -8
Yerazin approached the longhouse just as the sun was beginning to set on the Land Tiller State. Casting the sea of tents in a golden glow. Studying the main longhouse for a moment he thought back to the great stories that were told in the Great Library. Maybe long ago his own people had lived in such a place? Shaking his head to clear his mind he began to ascend the steps to the main entrance.
"I have come...to speak with...The Elder" He said slowly to the two guards stationed outside the door, barring his way in.
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Elder Havador
Committed
The Leader of the Land-Tiller's Tribe
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 140-ish
Physical Description: An old, thin man. He is tall for his age, around 6'.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears simple cloth and shows no sign of being the Land-Tiller Tribe's most influential leader. He has no weapons of any kind, though he does carry his favorite books.
He can however be recognized by a series of trinkets and bracelets he wears on his arms, gifts given to him by all the children and young wizards he helped mentor during his days at the tower.
Registered: May 18, 2015 11:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Elder Havador on Apr 22, 2016 21:20:04 GMT -8
"May the wonders never cease. You are the diplomat of the famous 'friendly undead'. Yerazin was it, please come it! Forgive the mess, my latest visitor has a...rather rambunctious child with her." Some of the people around Yerazin were still somewhat uneasy, but more than usual waved genially. At least one voice would cry out something about doing a nice job with the cakes at a certain festival.
Yerazin would enter to see what was once a very well-organized room, similar to a dining room. Half the flowers which originally were carefully set in pots around the room were left in shambles.
"Please, sit. What would you like to discuss?"
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Yerazin
New
Ambassador for Belrow to The land Tiller State
Roleplay posts: 9
Physical Description: Tall and foreboding Yerazin, like the rest of his kind, where all cursed with immortality. As such, his body now gives the appearance of being a walking corpse, his flesh dry and a husk.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing the traditional robes of his people Yerazin wears a long white robe that covers most of his body. Although this piece of cloth has been with him for thousands of years, it has only a decent amount of wear.
Player's online availability : Most Days
Registered: Apr 22, 2016 20:16:24 GMT -8
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Post by Yerazin on Apr 22, 2016 21:40:08 GMT -8
"May the wonders never cease. You are the diplomat of the famous 'friendly undead'. Yerazin was it, please come it! Forgive the mess, my latest visitor has a...rather rambunctious child with her." Some of the people around Yerazin were still somewhat uneasy, but more than usual waved genially. At least one voice would cry out something about doing a nice job with the cakes at a certain festival. Yerazin would enter to see what was once a very well-organized room, similar to a dining room. Half the flowers which originally were carefully set in pots around the room were left in shambles. "Please, sit. What would you like to discuss?" Yerazin walked into the room, looking around at the mess that covered the room. He sensed the powers of a draconic of some sort. Interesting, they seem to be the only creatures that had lasted since the beginning of the great sleep. Sitting down in a chair close to Havador Yerazin began to speak. "To begin with...I would like to ... thank you for...the set of knives...they are a wonderful...gift. The reason I have come... today ask of several things. ... Firstly my lord Ralakor ... wishes to make a cordial visits... to your lands to strengthen our nations friendship.... The main reason... he wishes to visit is... to tell the story of The Fall,... our tale of our enslavement and... our eventual freedom, to your troops in... your staging ground. This is to help ... your people understand our history, and ... to quell the fear in some of your ... hearts." Yerazin hesitated on the second request. "Secondly, my lord wishes ... for me to allow his troops to march through your lands ... in two months time to ... defeat the beast that has ... plagued your lands, if also wishes me to tell you may remain ... out of the conflict if you wish, ... this is our burden,... you should not have to risk your own men for our mistakes." Continuing the ambassador stated. "Our last request is ... more of a trade request. Our chief librarian ... has expressed interest ... in visiting your wizards guardian tower... In return for this, ... he has opened up ... an invite to one ...of your own mages, to ... visit the Great Library." |
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Elder Havador
Committed
The Leader of the Land-Tiller's Tribe
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 140-ish
Physical Description: An old, thin man. He is tall for his age, around 6'.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears simple cloth and shows no sign of being the Land-Tiller Tribe's most influential leader. He has no weapons of any kind, though he does carry his favorite books.
He can however be recognized by a series of trinkets and bracelets he wears on his arms, gifts given to him by all the children and young wizards he helped mentor during his days at the tower.
Registered: May 18, 2015 11:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Elder Havador on Apr 22, 2016 22:47:26 GMT -8
The Elder contemplates each request carefully.
"Your first request is more than welcome. The more our warriors are educated of the outside world, the better prepared we will be to face any challenges that might befall us. This will of course also further increase the level of trust between our peoples.
Your second request... I believe you refer to the cursed fortress of the Necromancy Ruins. Those lands... they were the site of one of the greatest battles in our history. Our now long passed hero, Lynx of the Celadine, led the charge against many powerful necromancers. The battle was so fierce that the fortress itself was completely devastated. However, whatever it is the necromancers were trying to reach in those lands... It is the sort of thing that is beyond the league of mortal man. Yes, it must be defeated at all costs. Rest assured, that your request is granted, but should your forces become overwhelmed we will send what aid we can.
As for your final request, yes, I believe that can be arranged. I know several mages who would be honored to travel there, but I think one in particular stands above the rest..."
Several older men and women came into the Longhouse at that moment. "Forgive me friend. We came to retrieve... AH!" These were other clan elders. They were here for the treasure that Va'nei left behind. With great care, they took the crystal and exited the Longhouse, bowing profusely to both the Elder and Yerazin.
"Pardon us. That crystal is an extremely important artifact, and it is being taken to the Wizard's Tower under heavy escort. Your mage will be more than welcome to see it of course." He said to Yerazin.
"If that will be all, it is getting late, and I myself must return to Elder's Valley. I am in need of rest. It has been a long day..."
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Yerazin
New
Ambassador for Belrow to The land Tiller State
Roleplay posts: 9
Physical Description: Tall and foreboding Yerazin, like the rest of his kind, where all cursed with immortality. As such, his body now gives the appearance of being a walking corpse, his flesh dry and a husk.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing the traditional robes of his people Yerazin wears a long white robe that covers most of his body. Although this piece of cloth has been with him for thousands of years, it has only a decent amount of wear.
Player's online availability : Most Days
Registered: Apr 22, 2016 20:16:24 GMT -8
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Post by Yerazin on Apr 22, 2016 23:28:10 GMT -8
The Elder contemplates each request carefully. "Your first request is more than welcome. The more our warriors are educated of the outside world, the better prepared we will be to face any challenges that might befall us. This will of course also further increase the level of trust between our peoples. Your second request... I believe you refer to the cursed fortress of the Necromancy Ruins. Those lands... they were the site of one of the greatest battles in our history. Our now long passed hero, Lynx of the Celadine, led the charge against many powerful necromancers. The battle was so fierce that the fortress itself was completely devastated. However, whatever it is the necromancers were trying to reach in those lands... It is the sort of thing that is beyond the league of mortal man. Yes, it must be defeated at all costs. Rest assured, that your request is granted, but should your forces become overwhelmed we will send what aid we can. As for your final request, yes, I believe that can be arranged. I know several mages who would be honored to travel there, but I think one in particular stands above the rest..." Several older men and women came into the Longhouse at that moment. "Forgive me friend. We came to retrieve... AH!" These were other clan elders. They were here for the treasure that Va'nei left behind. With great care, they took the crystal and exited the Longhouse, bowing profusely to both the Elder and Yerazin. "Pardon us. That crystal is an extremely important artifact, and it is being taken to the Wizard's Tower under heavy escort. Your mage will be more than welcome to see it of course." He said to Yerazin. "If that will be all, it is getting late, and I myself must return to Elder's Valley. I am in need of rest. It has been a long day..." Yerazin nodded. "Of course ... Havador, I did not mean to ... intrude." My lord shall.... arrive shortly by ... magical means. Do not worry, no harm... will befall you or your ... people. Thank you for ... accepting our ... requests. I can see... our two nations ...will work well together." At this Yerazin stood up, bowed slightly and turned to leave. Much preperation had to be done during the night for Ralakors arrival. The transference ritual will be long and arduous. |
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 15:26:16 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2016 21:05:04 GMT -8
A cavalry man of Aaedan arrived being escorted by some Yang-na of Acacia's archers. The man dismounted with far more ease than you expect of man in full heavy plate. He looked to the archers that were escorting him for guidance; he was in untested waters here.
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Elder Havador
Committed
The Leader of the Land-Tiller's Tribe
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 140-ish
Physical Description: An old, thin man. He is tall for his age, around 6'.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears simple cloth and shows no sign of being the Land-Tiller Tribe's most influential leader. He has no weapons of any kind, though he does carry his favorite books.
He can however be recognized by a series of trinkets and bracelets he wears on his arms, gifts given to him by all the children and young wizards he helped mentor during his days at the tower.
Registered: May 18, 2015 11:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Elder Havador on May 8, 2016 21:13:09 GMT -8
The man was lucky. Several of the tribe elders had just gotten through with talks and were getting ready to ride back to their respective clans. One of them was the venerable Havador, leader of the Land-Tillers. He was accompanied by a strange man, a black-haired boyish looking peasant with brilliant blue eyes.
The archer escorts suggested this armored warrior had come in a hurry from the South. "What is the meaning of this? Who are you?"
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2016 21:42:50 GMT -8
The man stepped forward, removed his helmet, and cleared his throat, he spoke in a formal tone, "I am Tribune Rago Ransen, a Thunderlord of the 2nd Legion of Aaedan. I have come seeking aid for Aaedan. A curse has befallen the White City. As far as we can tell everyone in her walls have been slain by the magic and brought back to life. If we do not receive aid Aaedan will loose what little hold we have gained at the White City and these undead may spread."
The man's tone changed, passion fear and swallowed pride spill out as he spoke, "We do not ask others for aid often, as our pride stops us so. However, we cannot do this alone." Rago looked man in the eyes as if trying to convey the deperation of his whole nation to this one elder.
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Elder Havador
Committed
The Leader of the Land-Tiller's Tribe
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 140-ish
Physical Description: An old, thin man. He is tall for his age, around 6'.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears simple cloth and shows no sign of being the Land-Tiller Tribe's most influential leader. He has no weapons of any kind, though he does carry his favorite books.
He can however be recognized by a series of trinkets and bracelets he wears on his arms, gifts given to him by all the children and young wizards he helped mentor during his days at the tower.
Registered: May 18, 2015 11:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Elder Havador on May 8, 2016 22:06:56 GMT -8
It took a lot to shock Havador, but that did it. Necromancy had a very bad connotation among the Land-Tillers. Havador was about to speak when the strange peasant whispered into his ear. Whatever he was saying, it seemed to calm Havador's expression.
After a few seconds, Havador nodded and turned to Rago. "It is done. We will send a substantial force. Just tell us how many and where and they will be there as soon as possible."
As he spoke, the strange peasant continued to examine Rago with a semi-luminescent gaze.
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 15:26:16 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2016 0:16:32 GMT -8
Rago locked his own luminescent eyes with the peasant for a moment. As far as Rago knew only Aaedanians had eyes like that, but Rago's curiosity was for another time. He returned his attention the elder, his tone clearly one of relief "Thank you," he bowed his head in respect. "Send as many as you feel will help us but leave enough to protect yourselves. If we cannot stop the undead there they may spread. I wish to see my city returned but I would not wish other's homes to be taken by these monsters. By now the 3rd Legion will have built fortifications against the undead spilling out of the city. Send them to western side of our city. They will be welcomed. You are free to enter our borders, there are no guards to halt your crossing anyhow." |
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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 29, 2016 14:57:06 GMT -8
The living conditions in this area were not any better or worse than that in Ponicia. Those on the camels almost felt at home, but the diplomat - who was far more use to the marble structures of a grand palace - snarled his nose.
"A step," he said pompously. At his command two of the camel-riders jumped down, bent over, and locked arms so that the diplomat could comfortably step off of his horse by first stepping on their backs. An obersvant eye would see the squinted, angry glares from the dark-skinned camel-warriors.
"Attention! Attention commoners and other simple folk! I am an esteemed emissary from the great city of Ponicia, and I offer you trade! We work our slaves in every mine, pit, forest, and field across the known world! The labor is free, so the prices are cheap!"
What the diplomat spoke of was genuine, fine reources - collected from many colonies the Ponicians had. They were collected for free, shipped to Ponicia itself, and then sold at fairly low prices. Artisans and other workers in the city created fine items and crafts to sell worldwide, for equally low prices.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Nov 29, 2016 16:59:14 GMT -8
At first the locals greeted the strange man with welcome and reverence. Nearly all the civilizations the Land Tillers had encountered were agreeable to them, if not downright pleasant.
But as soon as the ambassador spoke of slavery, there was a deadly silence.
"... Heretic..." A young man whispered. "Barbarian." An unidentified voice commented. "Betrayer." "Our mighty earthwarden should smite you."
The jeers continued, but there were voices of reason as well. "Wait! Wait! We must show respect!" "This is not the way. Calm down!" "Please stop!"
The crowd grew more and more restless.
"ENOUGH!" A young, fair skinned man dressed in green robes, flanked by 4 archer guards, stepped forward from one of the Longhouses. Despite his apparent age he had authoritavte air to him.
"Forgive us honored guess. I am Adun of the Ditanny, an advisor to the Dittany Clan elder. I believe we are comparable in rank."
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