Tanis Marks
Established
Office of Foreign Affairs, Goraia.
Roleplay posts: 17 
Registered: Apr 8, 2015 17:43:11 GMT -8
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Post by Tanis Marks on Apr 26, 2016 13:01:26 GMT -8
The home that belonged to Tanis Marks was a countryside residence not far from the main eastern road from Stonevale. Walled and warded, it had been known as the homestead of the Marks family for generations. |
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The Taxman
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Unknown.
Registered: Apr 25, 2016 18:58:29 GMT -8
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Post by The Taxman on May 25, 2016 14:26:38 GMT -8
The Taxman arrived. A quiet, hovering sort of presence, he was sparse of words and would accept a few different things.
Everyone had to present to him some form of documentation if the occupants of the home had changed since his last rounds. All persons supported by any one address had to be accounted for.
Everyone also had to pay taxes. Coin could be paid in person or by chest, or a bank note could be left instead, providing access to deduct taxes from a bank account.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Mar 1, 2017 11:15:19 GMT -8
Grandma approached the building at a slow pace, the wind causing her deep purple robes to billow out slightly as she neared the gate. Once at the gate, she let out a slight sigh, leaning in on her cane and appearing rather tired from her walk to the gate. If anyone was present, Grandma would address them. If no one appeared to be there, she would knock on the gate in an attempt to get someone's attention. Regardless of the outcome, she was gathering in mana for the preparation of a spell. One couldn’t be too careful around the homes of Goraian officials.
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