The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Apr 27, 2016 15:10:27 GMT -8
Winding down through the farmlands of the Free Plains, the southern road provides access to the fertile floodplains of the Silverion river, and the heartlands to Isra’s south. Small guard outposts and watchtowers are set up along the road to keep an eye on the surrounding areas, and border outposts on the majority of the paths allow soldiers to inspect those entering Isra’s territory. Read about Isra's border permissions here.
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182 
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on May 21, 2016 9:05:29 GMT -8
Having come up with a more plausible cover story, the Sniper would make her way to the Southern Roads, and provided nobody gave her trouble, she would pass through without causing any. She had heard of lucrative opportunities in Isra for those with exceptional skills, and she believed hers qualified. Her psychopathic tendencies could easily be channeled to work for non-bandit groups, and hopefully her coworkers wpuld be far more competent.
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Post by Isra - The Free City on May 21, 2016 11:45:04 GMT -8
Comparative to the Eastern Road, security here was lax and the Archer was waved through with hardly a second thought. She wasn't undead, and she wasn't acting particularly suspiciously, so there was no cause for alarm.
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Princess Ashley
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: Unkown.
Physical Description: A small half-goblin girl with grey pupils, long messy brown pigtails, greyish skin, somewhat pointy ears, and noticibly sharp, slightly dsicoloured teeth.
Clothes and Equipment: Is rarely ever seen without a big fat cigar clenched between her teeth, the lit end glowing bright orange. Despite being a princess, her clothes are more fitting of a street urchin, being brown and ragged. She usually wears a ragged brown backpack filled with all manner of explosives, along with various other objects. She also has a heavy wooden mallet in her backpack that can catch fire without being consumed by the flames.
Registered: May 30, 2016 14:38:50 GMT -8
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Post by Princess Ashley on Jun 5, 2016 10:53:37 GMT -8
A small, warthog-pulled caravan rolled along the road. Ashley sat in the back, reading a yellowing old book. When the caravan approached the watchtowers, she had the warthogs slow down slightly, in case they would be ordered to pause.
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Jun 5, 2016 11:08:10 GMT -8
The caravan is not ordered to stop, or hailed in any way. As it passes by each watchtower, a lookout in each makes a tally mark on a sheet, but otherwise no mind is paid to the procession.
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Princess Ashley
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: Unkown.
Physical Description: A small half-goblin girl with grey pupils, long messy brown pigtails, greyish skin, somewhat pointy ears, and noticibly sharp, slightly dsicoloured teeth.
Clothes and Equipment: Is rarely ever seen without a big fat cigar clenched between her teeth, the lit end glowing bright orange. Despite being a princess, her clothes are more fitting of a street urchin, being brown and ragged. She usually wears a ragged brown backpack filled with all manner of explosives, along with various other objects. She also has a heavy wooden mallet in her backpack that can catch fire without being consumed by the flames.
Registered: May 30, 2016 14:38:50 GMT -8
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Post by Princess Ashley on Jun 5, 2016 11:11:15 GMT -8
The caravan continues into the plains.
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Post by tomasoflimestonehill on Jun 5, 2016 18:20:02 GMT -8
Lumbering up to the entrance to Isra is a small, blonde-haired boy with grey-blue eyes, which show a lot of wisdom for his seemingly young age. He wears a large grey cloak which drags on the ground behind him, and was obviously his father's. It is apparent that it was a very nice coat as well, before the wear and tear of travel made it resemble something a poor farmer would use as a window curtain. As he approaches the city, he greets those outside, and smiles and waves at them. He carries very little with him, save a open basket with stale bread and moldy cheese. Seeing no order to stop, he enters the glorious city of Isra and looks up in wonderment.
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An Arcane Ranger
Established
Roleplay posts: 29 
Physical Description: He stands 6 feet tall exactly. All other aspects are hidden.
Clothes and Equipment: He is coated with a very strange leather that is imbued with arcane magics and purple robes. A large bow that seems grown naturally from a tree.
The leather repairs itself.
Registered: Jun 14, 2016 0:57:49 GMT -8
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Post by An Arcane Ranger on Jun 14, 2016 23:24:32 GMT -8
A masked and hooded fellow with a purple cloak and a long bow approaches the border.
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Grum Grughammer
New
Roleplay posts: 1
Age: 34
Physical Description: Grum is a monsterous orc standing at 6'10 and weighing 370 pounds of almost entirely muscle. His skin is green and his hair dark and usually kept no longer than a short mohawk donning the top of his head. He has the teeth which are standard to his kind with the two bottoms incisors jetting out almost like fangs. His face is oddly smooth considering how hairy many of his kind are. His body is ripped with muscles and he is by all accounts a rather intimidating individual if you don't notice the almost dopey looking smile. He has a few scars here and there but is rather untouched in comparison to most Orcs.
Clothes and Equipment: Grum does not dress like most Orcs, though few have seen Orcs anyhow so few would know that. In an effort to blend in he usually tries to wear distinctively human clothing. When preparing for a fight he wears more traditional oricsh armor. He bears a rather expensive set noting that he used to be someone of some importance. He has been trained in weapons of all sorts but currently wield mainly a large Battle Axe and a long sword.
Player's online availability : Varies but mostly evenings
Registered: Jun 13, 2016 17:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Grum Grughammer on Jun 15, 2016 7:37:01 GMT -8
His travels had been long and without direction. For as much he stood out with his green skin and 6’10 frame the Orc had gone relatively unnoticed so far. His only goal was to get as far away from his clan as possible and in that regard he had been rather successful. His size meant he knew he wouldn’t be a target for thievery which had allowed him to essentially just wander, no destination and no purpose.
He had experienced relatively little contact with the outside world and indeed he had no idea where he was currently. It had been quite some time now since he had been on the road, taking quite a bit a time to clear all the different Orc clans that populated their ancestral homes. Dressed in a blue tunic and long brown pants that were both almost comically too small Grum was quite a sight. His more traditional armor was in the large pack he carried but he thought the more traditionally “human” clothing would help him blend in to his surroundings in these foreign lands.
He had been, unbeknownst to him, not too far outside Isra. He had heard tales of the free city but had little sense of geography. He was camping out when he had seen a beast not like one he had seed before. It looked almost like a griffin of some sort but the creature was massive. He had begun to follow it and now he saw what seemed to be farms in the distance as well as a city. His child like curiosity brought him down the Southern Road to the gates. He saw the guards and just kind awkwardly smiled and waved. He had passed through a few cities here and there but had never stayed and none of them were guarded like this. Many human folk weren’t so trusting of his kind but maybe with his clothing they wouldn’t even know he was an Orc? The green skin, size and teeth weren’t too out of the ordinary right?
All Grum knew was that he wanted to find the pretty scary bird thing so he tried smiling and waving as he advanced down the road.
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Jun 16, 2016 15:22:41 GMT -8
As Grum Grughammer passes by, the guards reciprocate the gesture, waving. One cracks a toothy grin, evidently rather pleased with something. However, beyond that, the guards pay Grum little mind. He would be free to proceed as he sees fit. Perhaps to The Farmlands to deal with that griffin problem, or perhaps on toward the city. |
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 21, 2016 14:52:57 GMT -8
The sun was high in the sky, and Iania was tired. It had taken them about a month to travel from the southern edge of the Expanse, down around the mountains, and up into this southern border of Isra. Iania hadn't come here specifically for any real reason, it was just where her feet led her. She had been very quiet over the past month, not even snapping at her companion - which was odd, because Talis Ragingstorm usually irritated her enough that she snapped at him quite frequently. But she'd been mostly silent during their travels.
Even now, she didn't say a word as she passed by the guards and their watchtowers, chewing on some candied nuts from the bag in her left hand. Wordlessly, she offered the bag to Talis, nodding in greeting to the guards they passed. They were just a peaceful pair of Elves, no reason for them to be stopped. She could sort of see the looming silhouette of the city in the far distance, and that was their ultimate destination.
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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 Jun 21, 2016 15:40:55 GMT -8
His companions silence had done little to dampen Talis's spirits. He had been calm and reflective the first night of their journey. The following days had seen a return to form though. He was endlessly fascinated by every new sight and 0pa e they visited. He had tried to share his enthusiasm with Iania and the other elfs silence only spurred him to try harder. He waves cheerily at the guards as they enter the city even as he looks around in wonder. He takes a handful of nuts and while chewing he exclaims cheerily.
"Look at Iania! A city! I didn't think there were this many people in the whole world, let alone in a single place!"
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 21, 2016 15:44:09 GMT -8
Iania said nothing. She barely even glanced at Talis. She just continued walking, and eating the candied nuts in silence. Her gaze turned toward the river as they crossed over it and approached the city.
<Exit to Southern Gates of Isra>
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on Jul 10, 2016 12:42:24 GMT -8
Crovan rode at the head of the Isran and Winterlands forces that had been dispatched to the Goraian border. Beside him was Elizabeth Finch . He figured out quick that the comments about her beauty flustered her, while comments of her skills of a warrior made her proud. He decided to mix the two. Crovan looked over to her his eyes meeting hers while he talked, " So, how does someone so beautiful end up a powerful griffon rider and commander?" He smirked a little at his own words. |
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Jul 10, 2016 15:59:03 GMT -8
He was very incorrigible, this Lord Crovan. As inexperienced as she was in these, he was a bit obvious such that even she could notice, and his latest comment was met with a smile and a shake of her head.
"Through a lot of hard work and dedication, and no small amount of luck. It requires a special kind of person to become a Dawn Rider. Your whole life has changed, you are now a life partner, married almost, to the legion. Griffins live as long as we do, and each one will only consent to bear one rider. Years of training it can take for a Rider to bond with his or her griffin, I was one of the lucky, or skilled, few whose bond happened almost immediately."
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on Jul 10, 2016 17:43:02 GMT -8
"Then your prowess and your title are well earned." He looked forward, "At least it didn't come at the cost of another's life." Crovan seemed to go inside his head as he spoke the words.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Jul 10, 2016 18:22:00 GMT -8
"Perhaps. My soldiers like me, I was one of them, still am. I sleep in the barracks same as them, eat the same food and endure the same hardships."
She scratched St. George behind his ears as she spoke, the griffin tilting his had back so it was easier for her to reach.
"Did your post come at the cost of a life Lord Crovan? I will admit to not being familiar with your family or your lands, but since I will be working with both I guess I should really try to get to know you...er...your lands better."
She blushed a bit at her slip-up, getting to know him better wasn't part of her duties, but knowing his lands wapart of them. She wished she had worn the helmet today, the visor would come in handy right about now
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on Jul 10, 2016 20:51:54 GMT -8
Crovan noticed her slip up, her blush, but he chose to ignore it, "I'm a lord, you can't be a lord unless the previous one is dead." He sighed, "I was much like you before Isra uplifted my home. I ate, drank, and slept beside my men. I still patrol with them when I have free time." He looked toward her, "You should come to the Keep after we report to the High Lady; eat some Winterlands food, see the land from the sky and the ground." He was silent for a moment, "You know, I'm sorry if I was brazen earlier. I couldn't help myself."
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Jul 11, 2016 3:33:22 GMT -8
She looked a bit surprised as he apologized to her, the gesture doing more to impress her than all of his compliments thus far. She smiled warmly at him before responding. Her riders had long since split off, headed back towards the eyries they had marshalled at that morning.
"Lord Crovan, there is no need to apologize. I am merely...unused to such remarks. Most men seemed to be...intimidated by a woman with more authority than they, and those men not intimidated make up my legion. I am not a noblewoman who needs wooing, there is no need to adhere to any level of propriety around me if you do not wish to do so."
She tossed her head back and laughed, St. George making a sound akin to hers and stretching his wings skyward.
"Have you ever seen your lands from the sky Lord Crovan? Perhaps I should bring you with me when I do my survey."
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Temus Grey
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 233
Age: Looks to be about 17.
Physical Description: Standing at a little over 5'8 Temus is not a particularly intimidating person. He has soft features, a narrow jaw, mid set cheek bones, and high brow. He has silky black hair that runs to about mid back. Red eyes that seem to pierce through people. His build is slim, and his skin pale, he clearly does not spend an abundance of time in the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of simple mages robes, a cloak, pouches filled with reagents, his channeling staff fitted with an odd blue stone, and his spell book.
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Registered: Feb 29, 2016 18:30:15 GMT -8
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Post by Temus Grey on Jul 12, 2016 12:10:31 GMT -8
Together with Azure, Temus made his way south to Port Silverion. He had never been on a boat before and the prospect unnerved the young mage. Not because he feared the water, but because he would be in tight quarters with many other people. The thought was sufficient to make his knuckles turn white around the haft of his staff. Unfortunately for thr young mage Gauldin was across the sea which meant a ship of some kind. Gauldin had a large quantity of airships, but didn't make any available for commercial use. They also reportedly had a teleportation hub in their forts. But again not for commercial use. That left them with the only option of charting a ship. Gauldin and Isra were trade partners and ships depended practically everyday. So chating a ship had been easy even if the voyage wouldn't be. Temus resolved to enjoy the two days on the open road they had until they reached Silverion. Traveling wasn't his preferred state. Still if he had to it was best to be on the open road. What lay ahead would be much worse so he'd enjoy what he had now. To that end he attempted to whistle a merry tune. Tragically he wasn't very good at it his notes coming out dull and flat. This didn't seem to dissuade him thought. |
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