Meredy
New
Roleplay posts: 6 
Age: 23
Physical Description: ***********************
Body: average size, tanned
Hair: brown, shoulder-length, flowing
Eyes: green
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Clothes and Equipment: ***********************
Spell Book
orange died fur shoulder cape with hood, fox ears sewed on top
black sleeves, stockings
short cloth skirt
dark suede belt
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Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 0:26:18 GMT -8
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Post by Meredy on Apr 14, 2016 23:15:58 GMT -8
Meredy had been excited the moment she had laid eyes on the tents and boothes she saw, which resembled the venue of the festival. Making her way closer to the center, she saw many different people and creatures roaming about. Many of them she had never seen before and eyed them curiously. There were even ones which looked like undead. And even dragons... in humand form? They had their own "booth", if you could call it that, but sadly the mainly sold meat. But she wasn't interested in meat. She wanted sweets! With teary eyes she stood in front of the booth of Clio of the Kush , seeing that it was closed. It looked like someone either really liked the treats or really hated them. Whatever the reason, the booth was in no state to present any wares. Another "booth", which looked more like a bar, offered various sorts of alcoholic beverages. The next one some kind of meat, again. From some local guests, walking past her, she heard that these undead had the best cakes they had ever tasted. Hearing that made her prick up her ears. And although she was a little scared of those men, she made her way to their... booth? It was a crypt and it didn't really make her feel any better. It was rather quite the opposite. Inside her mind, hear fear was fighting with the desire for anything sweet and it was brutal. Taking one step at a time, which probably looked pretty funny to outsiders, she walked down the steps into the crypt. But in the end it was so worth it. What she saw there made her forget all her fears and she couldn't wait to sink her teeth in one of the delicious looking cakes. "Do you have any with vanilla flavor?" she blurted out to the first one of the strange undead people. There was a commotion from the front of the booth. Quite a loud voice too. Yerazin walked out into the customer area, wearing a pink apron and large chief's hat that someone had let him borrow. He saw the problem immediately, the woman was asking a question, and of course, his servants could not reply only point and shake or nod their heads. He sought to quickly alleviate this raising tensions, his next cake was almost ready to come out of the oven. Stepping forward he addressed the girl in his slow halting speech. "You must...forgive my servants...they are unable...to speak. Vanilla is the flavor of your choice? Well let me cut you up a slice." He walked towards the large white cake placed precariously on top of a stone bench, in the shape of a coffin and began cutting up a large slice. He gave the large piece of vanilla cake to the living creature."Free of...charge. Our kind...has no need for ...material goods. Only enough...to repay the debt of the materials." He then awaited for her to bite into the slice and watch her reaction to his new found cooking skills. Meredy laughed. "Oh no problem at all." she said to the mute servants of the funny man with the pink apron and chef hat. They looked really scary, but seeing that they were pretty nice, made her feel at ease. "Really?" she asked, her eyes wide from disbelief as he told her, the cake was free of charge. She reverently took the slice and was about to cautiously take a bite, when the ground shook suddenly, that made her almost drop it. "What was that?" she asked looking around. That sounded like something had happened outside. But most of her attention was still focused on the treat in her hands. This time she succeded putting a piece of it in her mouth and was instantly overjoyed. She cheered with a full mouth and devoured the slice with the swiftness of the demon of gluttony. After, her whole mouth and around was dirty and she licked her lips, enjoying every last bit of tasty goodness. "That. Was the best. Cake, I ever had!" she said emphasizing every word. She happily jumped over to Yerazin and hugged him. "Thank you so much! You're my friend now." she said, smiling at him. And with that she went back upstairs and outside, grinning broadly. Outside she saw a lot of people standing around a huuuge.... dragon? Oh, wow. She had never seen a real dragon before. What was it doing here? The food here would never be enough to feed it. Or was it here because it didn't want to eat the food but the... guests? But then her eyes caught a woman standing a little bit further away from it, looking like she was scared. "Oh, no!" she said sadly. Meredy hurried to her and placed herself between her and the dragon, facing the latter. Over her shoulder she said to @darkanaarez "Don't worry. I'll protect you!" and smiled encouragingly. |
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Sidarin Ves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151 
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Registered: Apr 5, 2016 17:20:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Apr 15, 2016 10:45:53 GMT -8
Like every other person in the fair Sidarin stopped when the Earthwarden arrived. Unlike the rest he was not staring in awe. His expression was one of studied neutrality. The Snapdragons had a... complicated view on the patron dragon. Still he found himself drifting closer and he soon pushed himself to the front of the crowd. It was rather easy with Specter clearing the way. As he stared up at the great beast the Raven decided to shit on his head.
"SON OF A BITCH!"
Sid jumps and brushes off the liquid shit. Then shakes his hand. Night take that blasted bird.
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Queen Audrey I von Audria
Established
Supreme Sorceress
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: 30
Physical Description: A beautiful lady with sun-kissed skin, entrancing blue eyes, and a fair complexion with long, flowing crimson hair.
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Clothes and Equipment: An assortment of expensive fashion and attire suitable for a lady of her stature.
Lady Audrey also carries various gems which increase her magical talent, or perhaps help to control it.
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Registered: Sept 25, 2015 14:39:52 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Audrey I von Audria on Apr 15, 2016 12:40:22 GMT -8
( Walther von Hohenstaufen) Gustav and Walther would have made it to the banquet before Konrad, Audrey, and the Knights. Gustav was unaware that Konrad had begun marching the Brotherhood to the Expanse after the deal in Goraia. So Gustav led Walther into the festival. "We should try and get to know the people here. It would expand our influence." Gustav eyeballed a platter of food nearby. "Probably be a good idea to eat too... You know, manners and all." "Hochmeister?" Gustav said in great curiosity. He was almost unrecognizable out of his armor. "Look Walther, it is the Hochmeister!" Gustav nearly bolted over to the grandmaster. "Hochmeister!" Also in attendance was Lady Audrey, Adrian, Dietrich, and pretty much all the Knights of the order who were not garrisoned at the Teutonic State. The dozens of Knights were roaming the festival and feasting - something they usually didn't have time for. "Ah, greetings Komtur. Adrian said he had sent you to the Expanse with a new recruit." Konrad looked at Walther. "You must be Walther, the promising new recruit Adrian mentioned. I'm glad to have a Knight of Hohenstaufen on our side. You'll do well in the order, mark my words." The Hochmeister smiled and shook Walther's hand. Meanwhile, Audrey had gone off to find someone of notable importance. "Excuse me," she tapped on an attendants shoulder, "I'd like to speak with a representative of the Expanse. Could you help me?" |
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Walther von Hohenstaufen
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 32
Physical Description: --------------------------------
Body: muscular, 6ft tall
Hair: black, short
Eyes: brown
Clothes and Equipment: --------------------------------
Sword, Scutum (white with black cross, rectangular)
Chainmail shirt, coif
Full body plate armor (including arms, legs)
Great helm
Tabard (white with black cross)
Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Apr 7, 2016 12:06:01 GMT -8
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Post by Walther von Hohenstaufen on Apr 15, 2016 14:28:44 GMT -8
Walther chuckled. Gustav was a man of his taste. Taking their duties seriously, but still enjoying oneself from time to time. "Yes, brother, that is probably a very good idea." he answered with a knowing smile. "We should especially mind our manners, being in this country for the first time."
Walther winced as Gustav exclaimed their Hochmeister was here. Wait, what? Reverently shaking his hand he found himself lacking words for an answer. So he just bowed slightly, hoping this wouldn't be disrespectful. Off all the things, that could've happened, this was by far the most improbable, he had expected.
He wanted to know, why they had decided to follow them. And why they brought the whole Brotherhood with them.
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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 15, 2016 15:31:38 GMT -8
The reaction of the various gathered humans was rather entertaining, to Va'nei. She shifted her wing to cover Noroth, all the while uttering a soft, soothing growl, to tell the hatchling that these people were safe, and he wouldn't be harmed here. When the Elder approached, Va'nei fixed her gaze upon him, addressing his query to the frightened baby dragon. "This is Noroth. His mother was slain, and I have taken him as my own." That was a clear proclamation that the hatchling was hers, and thus should be stepped lightly around.
Nodding thoughtfully as the Elder spoke, the great green dragon was clearly pleased to hear that the Elves still lived, and performed their duties. Inclining her head in a respectful nod to the leader of the Land-Tillers, she replied. "Of course, Elder. I look forward to speaking with you." Tilting her head a bit, she peered back toward where Noroth was hiding, then looked back at the man. "I thank you for the offer. I fear that my taking human shape may frighten the youngling, however. I will remain as I am. I would like to speak with your people, if I may. I have missed much during my slumber, and I would like to observe the descendants of those I watched over."
With that statement and a rustling of wings, the dragon settled down comfortably, her long body curling slightly to take up as little space as possible. Pulling Noroth into her side and covering him with one large wing, she gazed fondly at those assembled. Some looked at her with awe, and it was pleasing to see that at least some of her legacy was remembered by this people. She had loved their ancestors dearly, and she hoped to watch over them in much the same way. Her voice was quiet and gentle as she spoke to those who hovered nearby with such uncertainty. "Please, do not fear to approach. I would love to meet you all. Sit, speak with me, if you will."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 16:22:00 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2016 15:38:09 GMT -8
At the passing of the dragon, something in Alessia reacted much like a mouse might upon seeing the shadow of a hawk pass over head. Cramped underneath the vendor's table, she heard the shocked gasps and exclamations of the festival-goers. She hissed something under her breath about it being such a nice day, although in reality she'd spent most of it too anxious to talk to enjoy it.
She crawled out from under her protective shell and muttered an apology to the vendor, not able to look him in the eye. She passed out of the back of the tent and unholstered her crossbow and started winding it. International Food Fairs were not something that she was good at, but hunting presumably hostile dragons was.
She slipped her foot from the stirrup and made her way down the row between tents, crouched low and slinking from shadow to shadow like a wolf. Her gaze stayed on the sky, scanning for the form of the draconic beast wheeling overhead. She didn't hear the sounds of a panicked riot so the dragon must have not attacked yet.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 16:22:00 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2016 15:44:19 GMT -8
The little one was tucked to the side of his mother and covered to protect him from the onlookers. Despite her attempt to comfort him, he was still very uncertain. There were so many creatures... and the one with all the silver fur about his head, he seemed kind of old. Maybe he was. But he still didn't want to get to close. For now he just romped about in the grass beneath the cover cast by Momma green dragon.
But eventually two things began to prod at his little being. One was a curiosity for what was out there... and maybe she was right and the creatures wouldn't hurt him. But the biggest factor was the smell of foooooooood. His little tummy grumbled quietly, and he dared to inch to the edge of his little play area. He would attempt to wedge his head up under the edge of her wing, wide eyes peering out at any and everything nearby - his little nose wiggling incessantly as he picked up the scents. A time or two he would smack his lips and let out a very soft warble as his curiosity began to override the uncertainty, trying to keep from drooling in the process.
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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 15, 2016 21:17:56 GMT -8
Elder Havador nodded, a wide grin forming under his bearded visage. "We will talk soon, I promise." He reaching out to all the other guests. "Ladies and gentleman, do not fear! The creature you see before you, Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden, brings tiding of joy and peace. She has blessed our festival and the bonds of friendship we are forming. Let her presence reaffirm the true spirit of the festival, unity, understanding, and friendship! Feel free to speak to her as though she were an old friend, for in a sense, she is. More importantly, ENJOY THE FESTIVAL LIKE NEVER BEFORE!" There would be much applause, and what little fear remaining would vanish. Ironically it was the presence of the armored knights of the brotherhood that Havador and the Land-Tillers found more alarming after that. He approached who at the time seemed to him to be the leader, Walther von Hohenstaufen. "In my many years I recognize an ambassador when I see one. I am Elder Havador, elected leader of the council of elders, represented by all the clans in our tribe. You may enjoy the festival as long as you wish. When you are ready, you may join me in the Longhouses close to here." She also found Queen Audrey I von Audria, speaking with one of the more well-dressed Land-Tillers, who in fact just specialized in textiles. Havador was more humbly adorned. "Ehem... People make that mistake all the time." |
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Walther von Hohenstaufen
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 32
Physical Description: --------------------------------
Body: muscular, 6ft tall
Hair: black, short
Eyes: brown
Clothes and Equipment: --------------------------------
Sword, Scutum (white with black cross, rectangular)
Chainmail shirt, coif
Full body plate armor (including arms, legs)
Great helm
Tabard (white with black cross)
Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Apr 7, 2016 12:06:01 GMT -8
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Post by Walther von Hohenstaufen on Apr 16, 2016 5:44:43 GMT -8
"I'd like to thank you, on behalf of the Brotherhood, for welcoming us at this wonderful venue. But I should tell you that, although I was initially send here to talk to you, our Hochmeister has decided to join us and I believe it best, if you'd discuss matters with him." Walther said to Elder Havador, pointing at Konrad. He didn't know how to react to the arrival of the dragon. And to the fact that the people of the Land Tiller's State looked like they were friends with such a beast. His initial reaction was to draw his sword, but seeing that the dragon seemed to be peaceful, even friendly, made him reconsider. The people around him even looked like they were happy seeing it. |
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King Konrad I von Audria
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 38
Physical Description: Tall, strong, and stern, the Hochmeister embodies all that a knight should be physically capable of. He has a clean-cut, stern face, with wide dark blue eyes, a sharp jaw, and short dark hair. He's taller than most individuals throughout Vessex, and rivals the Asgeirian Varan in terms of strength and posture. He's certainly an intimidating man.
Registered: Aug 6, 2015 13:14:16 GMT -8
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Post by King Konrad I von Audria on Apr 16, 2016 6:53:33 GMT -8
( Walther von Hohenstaufen) Konrad noticed Walther's caution about the dragon. He grinned and nodded. "It happens to the best of us," he said, implying the Brothers saw danger in everything. Indeed,t his was a necessary trait, as the Brothers would never be sure if an enemy lurked nearby. Finally, Konrad looked at Elder Havador and said "it is good to meet you, Elder Havador. And I must congratulate you on the turnout of your Festival. I am glad that I chose to come. And I am sorry for any confusion; Brother Walther here was sent ahead of the main force to speak with you, but I wrapped business up in Goraia quicker than I thought, and so I was able to make it here myself. Now, if you'd like, we may speak in the longhouses." <exit to Longhouses> |
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Apr 16, 2016 15:24:11 GMT -8
Vera turns to Roy in shocked horror. Did he not realize what was happening? She was about to clap a hand on his mouth when he said something else. What was he talking... She turned to where he was staring and saw the baby dragon. She hadn't noticed him at first so overwhelming was Va'Nei's presence. All thought ceased and Vera squealed.
"MOTHER GAIA SO CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE!"
She rushes up to the little thing stopping just short. She hunches down and extends her hand to it. She doesn't want to scare the poor thing, but... Oh Gaia she had to pet it! It was adorable. She fumbled in one of pouches and produce some spiced jerky she had bought. It came from Sakand and it was delicious. She offers it to little guy.
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Apr 16, 2016 15:36:07 GMT -8
Talis comes into the fair grounds at something between a skip and a sprint. It had been quite the run from the forest but he seemed none the worse for wear. The massive dragon was easy to spot. He weaves through the crowd of people easily. He had long experience moving through far thicker terrain. He comes up in front of the dragon just as she finishes saying anyone can approach.
"Hail Earthwarden! I am Talis Ragingstorm summoner of the elves! It is good to see you in our lands once more! Also hello Land Tillers I am one of the hidden elves! I just realized! I probably should have asked before running out here! Ah well too late now!"
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 16:22:00 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2016 19:00:51 GMT -8
The woman shrieking in delight startled the hatchling into tucking his head back under the wing with a worried chortle. Instead he tucked himself low in the grass, still under the safety of his mother's wing. When he was sure that the creature wasn't trying to get at him, he tucked his nose under the wing once more and poked far enough to reveal his eyes - which settled up on the the face once more. It would be apparent he was still really uncertain, and watched her intently. When she held out the jerky, she could easily see his nose begin to wiggle as he sniffed the air. What WAS that smell? It made his mouth water. His head would inch out just a little farther but he didn't come any further out than that, eyes slowly shifting down to her hand that held out the unknown food.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 16:22:00 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2016 19:58:05 GMT -8
Alessia slowed down as she closed in on the dragon, crouching down behind a crate and watching for a moment. The dragon was utterly massive but seemed to be sedate. The people around it seemed to be unafraid, over-awed would be a better word for their expressions.
The huntress frowned; had she come to a mistaken conclusion.
She didn't stow her crossbow just yet but sidled out of the shadows, holding it at ease. She sidled up to one of the festival-goers and nudged them lightly with her bow. "Uhh... what's going on?"
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Intaja II of the Sodalite
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: ???
Physical Description: A short, skinny, blue eyed woman. Solid, straight black hair. Her blue eyes glow softly in the shadows. She has olive skin. She appears to be in her late 20s, though her real age is unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Mostly rags, a small journal filled with runes.
Registered: May 31, 2015 20:29:38 GMT -8
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Post by Intaja II of the Sodalite on Apr 16, 2016 21:11:54 GMT -8
Intaja was a few minutes late, but she managed to catch up to Talis just as he had exposed himself to the rest of the crowd. The Land-Tillers would find Intaja's presence just as surprising as the elf's. The crowd would be filled with a cacophony of murmurs. "Hidden elves? What's he talking about?" "Who's that strange girl?" "Her eyes, their so blue!" "Did you see how fast she ran?" "Is she one of those people?" "I thought they didn't exist!" "Have they come to meet the dragon?!" Intaja would look around, frightened. "Umm, uhh, please, guys, enjoy the festival, even though, yah, we exist, we are real but y-you don't have to, um, interrupt the festivities on, um, our behalf, although of course, you're entitled, your curiosity, as humans, I mean I'm human, so I would know, although, I'm, aaah, ah different sort..." In case it wasn't apparent, Intaja's tendency to ramble on without catching her breath didn't function so well when she was frightened. An indeed, almost with every word, she took a step towards Talis Ragingstorm. The crowd in fact frightened her more than Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden. Speaking of which, "Va'nei! I've heard much about you. My name is Intaja, and I'm one of the few humans who knows about you! I've been living with the elves, along with my people... you're... much bigger that they said you'd be." |
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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 16, 2016 21:23:41 GMT -8
The people squealing over Noroth was mildly entertaining, but when they approached the frightened hatchling, Va'nei settled to watching them closely. Ahh, it appeared one of the (What had the Elder called them again? Land-Tillers? How appropriate.) Land-Tillers females was trying to feed him something. It smelled fine, from where she was laying, and so she cooed at the little one, telling him without words that it was safe to partake of the offering. "He has never seen humans before, that I know of. He will likely be wary of you, so please be cautious.. he has a very hard head."
The sudden appearance of an Elf in her midst drew Va'nei's gaze down to Talis, and her golden eyes warmed happily. "Ahh.. so the Elder spoke true. The descendants of my chosen watchers yet exist." Craning her long neck around, Va'nei lowered her head and gently nudged the Elf, a smile appearing on her draconic face. "I am pleased to see one of your people, Talis Ragingstorm. I had feared you would be lost to time." It was good to see that her desire to keep these people safe had been respected throughout the ages. Before she really had time to think of anything else to say - difficult, as she was being swarmed by emotion - another had appeared and was speaking to her.
Her brow ridges raised in surprise at the little female's words, and her head swiveled around so that she could fix a big golden eye on Intaja, chuckling at her proclamation of the Earthwarden's size. "Well, little Intaja, I have been alive very nearly since the dawning of the earth itself.. I would be much bigger, had I not slept within a cave for these past ages. Even we dragons grow weary sometimes, you know."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Apr 16, 2016 21:49:40 GMT -8
"Aww..."
Roy watches as Vera offers the piece of jerky to the little dragon. It's so cute! Such big eyes, such short legs, such cute little claws...it's quite possibly the most adorable dragon he's ever seen. Not difficult, considering the fact that it's only the second dragon he's ever seen. He resists the urge to squee again as it pokes its head out from underneath the big dragon. After a moment, he glances up at the huge green behemoth.
"My my...I didn't know dragons grew so big."
Roy gives the large green dragon a rather sharp and pointy grin.
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Apr 17, 2016 8:36:59 GMT -8
"You've been asleep for an age? That sounds terribly dull!"
Talis's attention is already wavering from the dragon. Though He was curious about what the Earthwardens return meant for his clan; there were so many smells! This was the food festival! There so many foods to try! The elf summoner spotted a booth selling honeyed cakes and skipped off toward it. Without so much as a how do you do he grabbed one and devoured it.
"This is really good!"
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Apr 17, 2016 8:46:06 GMT -8
Vera watched the little dragon hide and repressed another squee. So cute. As the little one poked his head out and fixated on the jerky she smiles. She nods up when the Earthwarden explains why the baby dragon was cautious. Vera made gentle encouraging sounds to the little dragon.
"Come here little guy, I won't hurt you. Come get the jerky."
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Tommy
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Roleplay posts: 45
Physical Description: Has gray hair, two cat ears and two dog ears peeking from under his hair. His fur is timtamnium white, and silky smooth to touch. His fuzzy tail wiggles when he's exited, frustrated, or needs to pee. These coincide more often than one might think.
Clothes and Equipment: Has a brightly coloured, striped T-shirt he has been wearing forever. He wears similarly coloured underwear below the shirt.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 11:25:11 GMT -8
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Post by Tommy on Apr 17, 2016 13:05:56 GMT -8
"WAA! Hey!" Clio shouts in surprise as her stand is invaded by Tommy, a bunch of stuff being knocked over. She waves to the other festival-goers, "Come back later! We're closed for now." "Get down from there you varmint!" Clio grapples Tommy to pull him/her off the top of the table and get him/her away from the brownies, "You're gonna get sick from eating so many!" [Sawwy. Busy weekend :3] "Hwawawa..." Clio manages to pull Tommy down. His pupils were rapidly dilating. "Wo ooohaah!" Tommy stared through Clio's head. It seemed like he was completely out of his head. "Tangerine trees... And marmalade skies..." He was, it could be interpreted, juggling a ludicrously large invisible ball of yarn with his paws. |
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