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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2016 17:04:51 GMT -8
The queen remained deadly quiet for a time to come, until her figure lowered to where she was barely higher than where Viddik stood - pegging him with her leer. If he dared to come close to her prison, he might see the sheen in her eyes that threatened to spill. He was treading a thin line, whether he knew it or not, but she was near a breaking point.
"For any human I may have killed, your kind have killed ten, if not more, of mine. Why should I show any regard or mercy? My first arrival on one of your -floating caskets- was met with weapons and fire, and the only words called for my death. I've seen nothing since. There is no speaking with you - look at where I am!" she snaps, lifting her arms up and indicating to her prison composed of light. "Nothing less than I should have expected - even when the snake has a silver tongue," she sneers, suddenly snapping a vicious glare to Jun. "But, of course, that was my own stupidity - believing that maybe some human might have wanted to talk this time. Yes, you did - but not without weapons and wards with intent to kill me."
Suddenly her tail whips about in an angry fashion, slamming to the side of the orb with plenty of force to make it rattle. Seems she held quite a bit of physical strength. "Seems I have been entirely forgotten, as my husband. A monster. Bah! And you." A finger is pointed directly at the man as her gaze burns through him once more. "How dare you call me a victim. The only victims are the denizens of both realms lost, not you nor I."
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Apr 28, 2016 17:35:24 GMT -8
Jun thought for a moment. What would Lum'Valia do?
Jun walked back towards the shield, and slowly began to peel away the scrolls enhancing the shield. "We're not going to let you leave until this is settled. But if we can't do this peacefully, the least I can do is give you a fighting chance. I don't know what's going to happen if we fight. Maybe you'll kill us all. Maybe we'll kill you in an instant. Maybe we'll all be destroyed. But all I can say for certain is that we're all very much alive and in one piece right here and right now."
With the scrolls removed, the shield became noticeably weaker. Jun waved her hand.
The shield would collapse, and the queen would presumably plop to the ground.
"I've never killed someone I've respected, and quite frankly I don't wanna die either. Vokrii." Jun waved her hand again. With a bright flash of light, the queen's tail would be healed.
She sheathed her sword. "Now... what can our ships do to prevent from harming your kingdom, aside from not being here at all?"
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Task Force Commandant Viddik
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 53
Physical Description: Gregor Viddik, has a face like a hatchet, hard lines and deep scars. His baleful brown eyes, have put a stop to more fights before they began than his reputation. His black hair is streaked with grey and he has been growing it out in recent years. He constantly smoke a cigar that never seems to get any smaller. Everything about Viddik screams do not mess with this man.
Clothes and Equipment: Highly magic resistant breast plate, military mage uniform which supplements his magic regeneration, his staff which amplifies spell power, and finally spokes a lizard that eats magic.
Registered: Dec 29, 2015 19:27:07 GMT -8
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Post by Task Force Commandant Viddik on Apr 28, 2016 19:47:39 GMT -8
The lizard chitters as Jun does her thing. Viddik turns to look at it and say's something too quietly to be heard.he then takes a drag from his cigar and snorts at the creature. He isn't impressed by its posturing or Jun's display of mercy. He simply continues to charge his spells as do the battle mages.
"Sounds like you are under the assumption we know what you are talking about. So far as I am aware we haven't killed any sentient denizen of the sea. So unless you are talking about fish, I think you are holding us accountable for an accident. If that is the case you should have tried seeking restitutions in port, not by killing people."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2016 20:09:45 GMT -8
Speaking with the blasted male human was irritating, and in all honesty she wanted to drag him under the waves and watch him struggle for a little while. She wasn't fond of death in all honesty, but she grew nonchalant in the loss of human lives through her endeavors. And this man here... he just needed to be taken down a rock or two. But at the moment, her tail is resting upon the solid wood finish of the boat rather than the orb prison. Her attention slowly turns to Jun, but she is far from happy.
But for the sake that this child was finally treating her something closer to an equal being than a monster... she brings herself down from the intimidating height to the more comfortable one, though it still put Kryqim well over a foot taller than Jun. The deathly grip on her scepter eases and it comes to rest with a much quieter thud on the floor. The lengthy tail comes to curl about a time or two beneath the Queen and the remaining length simply sways slowly to and fro, the fins flowing easily as if made of a light silk.
One might call it progress.
Her tone is surprisingly calmer than before, and actually a lovely sound to listen to when not enraged - evidence of her breed. "I've seen too much killing of the larger creatures further out to sea - for no reason. Save for sport. But here, within this path that I see the ships come and go so frequently, I tire of finding discarded trash.
"I want you to consider something very carefully, child," she warns, lifting her chin up a bit to carry herself properly. "You had intent to engage the Leviathan, correct? And in this attempt, you had this ship armed with oil and were prepared to strike it ablaze in hopes of killing the beast... but did you consider what would happen to the oil fire once the ship was destroyed? I highly doubt it," she snaps with a huff. "That fire would burn and burn, and the oil itself would destroy any life it touches out here - the creatures, their homes. In hopes to kill the 'monster' you would risk that damage to my domain. Without cause or concern, trash and debris and chemicals are tossed overboard - and I tire of finding it.
"Do you understand my grievances, child?"
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Apr 28, 2016 20:37:52 GMT -8
Jun nods and begins to look around at the ocean. Now she was beginning to see the problem. All forms of human activity in the waters had consequences, however unintentional they were. Trash, oil fires, hunting, they were all what this creature perceived to be infringements on her territory.
Jun pulled out a scroll and an pencil she had on her. "Ok... see now we're getting somewhere. So... the Gauldish and Isranian ships would have to avoid disposing waste into the waters. Fishing of larger sea creatures for sport would have to be limited or even forbidden. Oil and chemicals must be kept out of the water at all costs. Basically we have to learn to treat the sea itself like it is its own kingdom. So, your majesty, let's say these are your opening terms. I believe I could convinced my employer to agree to them rather easily. But I'm not so sure about Gauldin."
She turned to Viddik. "What do you think? You know your government better than anyone."
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Task Force Commandant Viddik
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 53
Physical Description: Gregor Viddik, has a face like a hatchet, hard lines and deep scars. His baleful brown eyes, have put a stop to more fights before they began than his reputation. His black hair is streaked with grey and he has been growing it out in recent years. He constantly smoke a cigar that never seems to get any smaller. Everything about Viddik screams do not mess with this man.
Clothes and Equipment: Highly magic resistant breast plate, military mage uniform which supplements his magic regeneration, his staff which amplifies spell power, and finally spokes a lizard that eats magic.
Registered: Dec 29, 2015 19:27:07 GMT -8
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Post by Task Force Commandant Viddik on Apr 29, 2016 12:46:46 GMT -8
"Outlawing sport fishing is easy enough. We also don't make a habit of dumping oil. If it is that big of an issue, increased safety measures are already necessary. I suppose it may also be possible to mitigate some of the trash dumping. Still there are certain bits of waste that must be dumped on an extended voyage. It is just not practical not to do so."
Viddik eye the creature speculatively. Apparently it has calmed down enough to deal, good on the girl for getting them this far. He definitely couldn't have done it. He didn't get this job for his diplomatic skills. He got this job because we would do whatever it took to keep his kingdom safe. Still if things could be resolved without a blood bath that was for the best.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2016 20:50:04 GMT -8
The Naga turns her head to look upon the Commandant when he was addressed, and scowls at part of his response - her irritation evident by the in the increased pace of her swaying tail. "I am not calling for complete halting of every piece dropped - that is impossible. But when I can claim a number of barrels and crates from one ship alone, then we have an issue.
"If the ships from your cities will take care to avoid spilling needlessly into my ocean then I will see them no harm. And regards to your fishermen... there is a great difference in fishing for food and needlessly slaughtering. If you do not tend to these sportsmen, then their boats will vanish. You have my word - this is my promise." Her gaze shifts back to Jun, watching her expectantly for whatever response she might have.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Apr 29, 2016 21:32:49 GMT -8
"Excellent! We should draft a treaty together to this effect... Oh... Maybe something more substantial that plain scroll paper." Jun pulled out some more sheets of paper and began enchanting them with more permanent letters. She wrote the treaty herself, occasionally muttering to herself. The treaty went something like this:
On this day, it is agreed that all naval activity involving Isra and Gauldin across the sea lanes between their kingdoms, extended as far out beyond the following borders (a crude map was included in the treaty with the help of Viddik and the Queen) shall show due respect for the oceans that are being traverse, as they are in effect a separate kingdom with rights and responsibilities to its inhabitants. Specifically, the following rules shall be adhered to:
All ships will, to the best of their ability and with intent towards perfect compliance, avoid disposing of chemicals, chemical waste, oil, poison, alchemical compounds, or any other materials which can be construed as hazardous towards sea life, with the exception of human biological waste.
The practice of sport fishing shall be outlawed.
Should all naval activity be in compliance with these rules, than it is agreed that naval activity from Isra and Gauldin shall be permitted access to trade routes as outlined on the map, without fear of repercussions from the sentient denizens of the ocean or Queen Kryqim.
X______________________ X_____________________ X Jun of the Celadine, Ambassador of Isra"What do you guys think?"
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Task Force Commandant Viddik
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 53
Physical Description: Gregor Viddik, has a face like a hatchet, hard lines and deep scars. His baleful brown eyes, have put a stop to more fights before they began than his reputation. His black hair is streaked with grey and he has been growing it out in recent years. He constantly smoke a cigar that never seems to get any smaller. Everything about Viddik screams do not mess with this man.
Clothes and Equipment: Highly magic resistant breast plate, military mage uniform which supplements his magic regeneration, his staff which amplifies spell power, and finally spokes a lizard that eats magic.
Registered: Dec 29, 2015 19:27:07 GMT -8
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Post by Task Force Commandant Viddik on Apr 30, 2016 11:26:15 GMT -8
Viddik lets out a long puff of smoke. There isn't much benefit as far as it goes for Gauldin and Isra. The deal was heavily slanted in Kryqim's favor. Still he wasn't a war monger and a treaty now may have benefits in the future. The old man scrawls his name of the paper.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2016 21:24:36 GMT -8
The Naga peered over the scrawled document carefully, her expression remaining flat for the time being. It was now signed by both humans, and it seemed they were at least making a visual attempt to pacify her. Perhaps, if she even dared to think, they were actually going on their word. Her figure comes down just a touch lower, seeming to calm considerably compared to the initial encounter.
Her free hand came around to poke at her other wrist with a sharpened nail, easily breaking the skin to find the deep green blood beneath - watching it well up into a solid bead that she prods with that same point. Then her hand comes forward to scratch out her name and title in an eloquent script where the remaining marker was on the document... treaty. With the task complete she brings her other hand to the staff and leans a bit upon it like a support - certainly painting a comforting image of a lovely denizen of myth rather than a hostile creature.
She takes a moment to breathe deeply, feeling a bit of resolve wash over - this was true progress, and would likely leave her with more time and energy if she wasn't chasing ships to protect her waters. But now she had to think farther - this was binding. And now she had a reason and obligation to speak with the lords of the two cities.
"... might I be correct in assuming that, now with my name signed in conjunction with your cities, my audience or presence might be called upon in the future... commandant, and ambassador?" she inquires, her tone more smooth and sultry than before - further evidence in her calming down. And addressing by their titles - an added bonus!
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on May 1, 2016 7:17:20 GMT -8
"I would assume so, yah." She winces at first at how the queen signed the contract, somewhat guilty for not simply handing her a writing utensil sooner. "In fact, we wouldn't necessarily have to discuss this immediately, but I was actually thinking we could make some sort of alliance, like a trade agreement that benefits both of us or something. I mean, what we have here is essentially a non-aggression pact. But we could probably do better." Meanwhile there was something else happening, in Jun's mind. "Empress Naoki, are you getting all this? What do you think?"
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on May 1, 2016 8:25:37 GMT -8
“Yes, I see. Excellent work, Jun. Your primary goal is seemingly complete, with an exceptionally preferable resolution. From here, if you can further improve relations, or establish some sort of formal alliance, by all means, do so. However, I am doubtful of the extent of this Queen’s kingdom. If she is as she may seem to be, Queen of the Sea or the Ocean or what-have-you, her citizens are essentially fish. And though I mean no disrespect, I am doubtful of what manner of alliances one can establish with the fish. I suggest that you inquire as to the extent of her kingdom, what other sentient beings may or may not inhabit it, and what you and the people of Isra may be able to do to assist her in whatever business it is that she attends to. You’ve already pacified a terrifying foe; if you can earn us a powerful ally, by all means, go right ahead.”
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Task Force Commandant Viddik
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 53
Physical Description: Gregor Viddik, has a face like a hatchet, hard lines and deep scars. His baleful brown eyes, have put a stop to more fights before they began than his reputation. His black hair is streaked with grey and he has been growing it out in recent years. He constantly smoke a cigar that never seems to get any smaller. Everything about Viddik screams do not mess with this man.
Clothes and Equipment: Highly magic resistant breast plate, military mage uniform which supplements his magic regeneration, his staff which amplifies spell power, and finally spokes a lizard that eats magic.
Registered: Dec 29, 2015 19:27:07 GMT -8
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Post by Task Force Commandant Viddik on May 2, 2016 9:05:54 GMT -8
"With that signature, Gauldin now official recognizes you are as the sovereign of the seas. In the event of an issue that may impact treaty we may request your presence or that of an appointed delegate. Conversely, you now have legal right to request the presence of the king or his chosen delegate."
Spokes the lizard chitters for a moment and Viddik nods. He barks a few orders and the battle mages cast a spell as Viddik cast his. Viddiks spell melts the ice he created and the battle mages keep the boat steady. Taking another deep puff the commandant nods and debates asking a few question. Instead of jumping in though he decides to continue to allow Jun to lead the talks. The girl was one of those heroic type. When her type weren't getting killed for their stupidity, they were accomplishing the impossible.
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2016 13:11:42 GMT -8
The queen remained exceptionally calm as the boat shifted subtly from solid ground to the proper waves once again, and with the ice gone a gentle breeze carrying the mist of the sea reaches her nose - and it is a relieving scent. She inhales deeply and lets it go just as slowly. This was really progress... she honestly thought it wouldn't come to this in her wildest dreams - not after her first ship encounter.
"You know, Commandant, I can see why you are a general of your armed forces," she purrs, shifting to slither towards the railing at the side of the ship, turning to look directly to the man. "I certainly held no right in calling you a military dog - you are steadfast in your position."
She lifts her staff up and eyes the orb set in the body for a few moments, where it began to hum gently and glow a soft blue light from within. Then... she casts the scepter off the ship into the waters below. "I humbly thank you both for your efforts to speak with me - it is enlightening. Perhaps I was incorrect in my assumption for the bloodthirsty and incompetent nature of all land dwellers. I can admit where I was wrong. Now, provided you are strong to your word of course, I would like to see this treaty hold and show result, and furthermore strengthen a bond - and understanding - for one another. I certainly hope this would be a desire for you, as well."
Mere moments later, the water began to stir and a show came to display - dolphins began to break through the watery surface and leap high with excitable clicks and chatters, one jumping high enough to complete a flip and send her lost scepter flying right back at her! She snatched it from the air with ease, and leaned further off the railing with an extended hand. More of the creatures began to leap up, dropping off several strips of vibrant green seaweed into her palm as they passed. With their task complete they poked their heads once more to sing and chirp in chorus - and the queen met the sound with a mimicked on of her own.
Once they were gone, she made quick work with her hands to wrought two woven cords akin to necklaces - each were set with a single scale from her own body for the pendant that shifted from blue to purple to green with a simple tilt or turn, that seemed to sparkle in the light. She would hold these out for both representatives to accept, the pendants dangling from her open hand.
"These are for you, to keep or let your lords bear. These are how you may call me at any time. All you must do is clean them in the waters of the land. Be it an ocean shore or a river from the very sea, I will sense it and come immediately."
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on May 3, 2016 13:34:00 GMT -8
Jun was nervous when the Queen raised her staff. She wouldn't betray them now would she? No, of course not. Jun walked over to the edge of the dock and watched the dolphins leap out of the water. WOW! Jun hadn't seen dolphins in a long time, not since that fateful vacation trip with Calico... Her face blushed slightly as the dolphins delivered their gives into the queen's hands. She waved them off. "Thank you!" She said as she received the pendant. "Me and my 'lord' will have to discuss future possibilities about what we can offer your people, but for now I think our alliance is set. It was an honor meeting you your majesty." She bowed. Jun's giant crow cawed and fluttered its wings. "Blackbean says hi." *** Assuming the queen had completed her task and was due to depart, Jun would turn to Viddik with a stretch and a yawn. "Well that was entertaining. I'm kinda hungry. Empress Naoki has already been informed of the situation via telepathic link, so there isn't much for me to do other than deliver this pendant to her. Wanna get some dinner in Gauldin? I'm... craving sea food for some reason."
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Task Force Commandant Viddik
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 53
Physical Description: Gregor Viddik, has a face like a hatchet, hard lines and deep scars. His baleful brown eyes, have put a stop to more fights before they began than his reputation. His black hair is streaked with grey and he has been growing it out in recent years. He constantly smoke a cigar that never seems to get any smaller. Everything about Viddik screams do not mess with this man.
Clothes and Equipment: Highly magic resistant breast plate, military mage uniform which supplements his magic regeneration, his staff which amplifies spell power, and finally spokes a lizard that eats magic.
Registered: Dec 29, 2015 19:27:07 GMT -8
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Post by Task Force Commandant Viddik on May 4, 2016 13:49:21 GMT -8
Viddik nods his respect to the queen at her words. Looks like things had resolved peaceable, which was good. As the Commandant he could show weakness, his own natural aggression was what hot him the position in point of fact. Still he wanted to live long enough to see his grand children's face. It would also be nice to see his brother get hitched before he died. Apparently some woman had finally caught Zaraen's eye. Viddik could only hope things worked out. After the queen leaves and Jun asks him if he'd like to get dinner he cocks an eyebrow.
"You got a weird sense of humor kid. Sure let's grab dinner back at Carmela. I am sure neither of us will regret the other company."
<Exit to Fort Cascade.>
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Oct 5, 2016 7:48:52 GMT -8
The open ocean air was great for flying, especially being among the clouds, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui's natural environment. High above the waterline and up in the clouds was the storm dragon, armored in both his plate and scale armors. It was his idea to maximize Isranian and Gaulish naval casualties, and the easiest way to slowly pick away at them were to engage the smaller escorts crafts. The merchant and civilian ships were not any of his concern, this was a show of power, and what's the point of a show if you kill the audience? He blended with the clouds perfectly, invisible to the naked eye, thanks to his illusion magic. The next Isranian or Gaulish fleet would go right into his trap if he stayed invisible. He was ready to engage, armed with tooth, claw, and lightning. Then, it'd be time to strike from above once the prey was immediately below him.
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Isra - Navy
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Roleplay posts: 9
Registered: Jun 13, 2016 21:54:09 GMT -8
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Post by Isra - Navy on Oct 5, 2016 9:54:00 GMT -8
Three frigates -- Vengeance, Justice, and Freedom -- were currently patrolling the sea lanes between the two allied nations. Accompanied by the schooners Darter and Sandpiper, it was a routine course that had been crossed over many times before. But despite the nearly mundane nature of this voyage, the Navy was forever vigilant. On the deck of each ship was a mage consistently charging magic, ready to take action should they be alerted to any sign of danger -- and the lookout high atop each vessel's mainmast was equipped with an enchanted spyglass, keeping a determined watch. While it wasn't impossible to take them by surprise, it would certainly be difficult, and not without an immediate response.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Oct 5, 2016 11:43:03 GMT -8
Three frigates -- Vengeance, Justice, and Freedom -- were currently patrolling the sea lanes between the two allied nations. Accompanied by the schooners Darter and Sandpiper, it was a routine course that had been crossed over many times before. But despite the nearly mundane nature of this voyage, the Navy was forever vigilant. On the deck of each ship was a mage consistently charging magic, ready to take action should they be alerted to any sign of danger -- and the lookout high atop each vessel's mainmast was equipped with an enchanted spyglass, keeping a determined watch. While it wasn't impossible to take them by surprise, it would certainly be difficult, and not without an immediate response. Luckily for the dragon, his extreme high altitude (500 meters) gave him a bird's eye view of the coming fleet. Staying at his current height, he flew to position himself directly over the center of the ships' group. Now that his position was likely in their spotters' blind spot, he hovered high above them while following the ship' movement from above and let his illusion camouflage wear off as he began to charge a bolt of lightning. Small arcs of electricity began to pulsate through him, readying a shock. (Charge 1)
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Isra - Navy
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Roleplay posts: 9
Registered: Jun 13, 2016 21:54:09 GMT -8
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Post by Isra - Navy on Oct 5, 2016 16:29:48 GMT -8
In a world with dragons, griffons, and similar flying beasts it would take an imbecile to assume the sky was safe. Thus it would take only a few moments after that illusion dropped for one of the lookouts tasked with watching the sky to spot the dragon up above -- and the call was raised. It ended up being only a brief moment before the mages onboard noticed the dragon's gathering energies, anyway. The crews were called to their battle stations, grabbing weaponry (almost entirely ranged, the melee being stowed on deck for the unlikely event it was needed). Their crossbows and such were immediately set aside in favor of going over the plethora of springald that made up the ship's armament, but it paid to be prepared. The mages on duty immediately began to gather their energies, channeling the arcane flows and making ready to unleash them, while crewmen were sent to fetch those resting or eating. The Commodore in command of the half-squadron, meanwhile, sent a midshipman into the fo'c's'le on some errand, and watched the dragon calmly, waiting to see its intentions.
The ships were in a standard cruising formation: the three frigates in a rough line, with the schooner a bit ahead and off-center from that line.
(Duty Mage onboard INS Vengeance: Charge 1) (Duty Mage onboard INS Justice: Charge 1) (Duty Mage onboard INS Freedom: Charge 1)
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