Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246 
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Sept 6, 2016 21:58:30 GMT -8
Naenia started when Jayce reached out and took her hand, and she looked up at him with wide eyes. That only grew wider when he spoke. He called her.. love. Did he.. love her? Had the word just slipped out? She wanted to hope that he did love her, but she couldn't let herself. She didn't believe that he would ever hurt her intentionally, but there was always the chance it would happen in spite of that. These thoughts sped through her mind as she fought to force words past the lump in her throat, and finally she blurted out the first coherent thing that popped into her head and didn't have something to do with the word 'love'.
"I have been pondering acquiring a room in the city tonight and returning to the temple tomorrow." The moment the words left her mouth, Naenia regretted them. It was too soon. Yes, she wanted to be with him - to experience this making love he'd spoken of - but their romance was still so new. They were still exploring their feelings. Even though their bodies yearned for each other, that didn't mean they should give in. She felt hysterical laughter bubbling up within her and let it come tumbling out in the form of a giggle that she tried to pass off as making fun of her own statement. It was also followed by near-panicked babbling.
"Not that we should or would do such a thing, of course, the idea is silly, Aechon needs us and no doubt Lord Spero has things he needs to be doing that do not include watching over him, and besides that would be foolish of us, we are not two hormonal adolescents with an itch to scratch, we are adults and we can - must - will control ourselves."
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Jayce Istilix
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147 
Age: 146
Physical Description: Jayce stands at an imposing six foot three with broad shoulders and a powerful frame. His features are striking and powerful, a square jaw, commanding silver eyes, and short white hair. His expression is usually one of grim determination, though he can be encouraged to smile or laugh under the right circumstances. Though he is human and incredible old his clean shaven face is smooth and unlined.
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Clothes and Equipment: His primary weapon is a great sword dubbed The Covenant of Faith. It is a holy weapon that is bane to evil and it is said it will only break if it's wielder does. He usually dresses in ordained steel plate armor. This armor is resistant to magical attack as well as evil energies.
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Registered: Apr 29, 2016 21:27:45 GMT -8
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Post by Jayce Istilix on Sept 7, 2016 7:12:32 GMT -8
"Oh."
Jayce responds in amazed surprise. Not sure what to say to that. Then Naenia falls into near hysterics and his heart aches. Jayce gets to his feet and moves around the table. He sits down next to her wraps his arms around her and kisses the side of her head.
"I wouldn't say no to the suggestion."
He admits this with a blush. He hopes that knowing he feels the same will help reassure her.
"But it's important that you are comfortable with anything we do. But I do think you need to relax."
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Sept 7, 2016 8:00:22 GMT -8
Naenia couldn't help herself; she stiffened slightly and hastily put her bowl of soup down when Jayce rounded the table and sat beside her, although a good deal of the tension eased out of her body when his arms wrapped around her body. She leaned into him, and a tendril of desire coiled within her when he confessed he wouldn't say no to the idea. Then her head ducked in shame when he said she needed to relax. She looked down at where her fingers had begun playing with the collar of his shirt and bit her lip, then spoke quietly.
"I want to be with you, Jayce. I want it so much that sometimes I think I can feel your hands on me. I think I have gone beyond the point of being 'comfortable' with anything." Her lips briefly quirked into a small, weak smile, and then she was looking up at him. There was a tumult of emotions shining within her blue eyes: Desire, fear, happiness, yearning.. the most hesitant hope, the uncertain flickering of love that wanted to be expressed.
"But I do not want you to stop respecting me because I am too eager. I do not want to lose you.. I.. care about you, so very much, and it would break me if you left." Her throat tried to close up as she said the words, which came out in a strangled whisper.
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Jayce Istilix
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 146
Physical Description: Jayce stands at an imposing six foot three with broad shoulders and a powerful frame. His features are striking and powerful, a square jaw, commanding silver eyes, and short white hair. His expression is usually one of grim determination, though he can be encouraged to smile or laugh under the right circumstances. Though he is human and incredible old his clean shaven face is smooth and unlined.
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Clothes and Equipment: His primary weapon is a great sword dubbed The Covenant of Faith. It is a holy weapon that is bane to evil and it is said it will only break if it's wielder does. He usually dresses in ordained steel plate armor. This armor is resistant to magical attack as well as evil energies.
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Registered: Apr 29, 2016 21:27:45 GMT -8
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Post by Jayce Istilix on Sept 7, 2016 8:05:33 GMT -8
Well if ever there was a time to say it this was it. He frames her face with his hands. Looking deep into her eyes, letting her see the absolute sincerity there.
"Naenia you are one of the purest, most loving, kindest, and compassionate souls I've had the pleasure of knowing. I doubt there is anything you would do that would damage my opinion of you. You have my love whole and unconditional."
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Sept 7, 2016 8:11:53 GMT -8
Those blue eyes positively glowed with happiness as Jayce's words sank into her mind, her hands moving to rest on his chest, one over his heart to feel the steady thump beneath her palm. Rather than respond with speech (at least, at first), Naenia tilted her head up and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was tender and sweet, filled with emotion, and broken after a few moments. But she didn't go far, her lips still brushing against his with every movement. She did, however, murmur a few heartfelt words.
"I love you with all that I am, Jayce."
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Jayce Istilix
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 146
Physical Description: Jayce stands at an imposing six foot three with broad shoulders and a powerful frame. His features are striking and powerful, a square jaw, commanding silver eyes, and short white hair. His expression is usually one of grim determination, though he can be encouraged to smile or laugh under the right circumstances. Though he is human and incredible old his clean shaven face is smooth and unlined.
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Clothes and Equipment: His primary weapon is a great sword dubbed The Covenant of Faith. It is a holy weapon that is bane to evil and it is said it will only break if it's wielder does. He usually dresses in ordained steel plate armor. This armor is resistant to magical attack as well as evil energies.
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Registered: Apr 29, 2016 21:27:45 GMT -8
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Post by Jayce Istilix on Sept 7, 2016 8:20:49 GMT -8
Well that was... what he'd hoped to here. He feels her lips feather over his and he can't resist. He kisses her. Not the chaste kiss she'd given him. This one is deep and filled with not only his love but his passion. He desired her more in that instant than he ever had before. Because he knew she loved him and he loved her. Eventually he has to break the kiss. Then with his forehead pressed against hers he murmurs softly.
"I think that we should finish lunch. Then maybe see about that room."
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Sept 7, 2016 8:24:58 GMT -8
Naenia breathed a soft sigh of a moan when Jayce kissed her, and she felt it all the way to the tips of the wings that weren't even there at that moment. She smiled as the kiss was broken, tilting her head so that she could lightly brush the tip of her nose against his in an affectionate gesture, but her eyes slid open when he spoke. That tendril of desire in her belly curled tighter, and she nodded slightly as she spoke a quiet reply.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea." Despite her eagerness to do just that, to finally be alone with him in the way they both longed for, she was loathed to pull away from him. This moment was just too beautiful. Finally, she forced herself to give him a last lingering kiss, then leaned back and turned her attention to the lunch that was no longer nearly as interesting as it had been.
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Jayce Istilix
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 146
Physical Description: Jayce stands at an imposing six foot three with broad shoulders and a powerful frame. His features are striking and powerful, a square jaw, commanding silver eyes, and short white hair. His expression is usually one of grim determination, though he can be encouraged to smile or laugh under the right circumstances. Though he is human and incredible old his clean shaven face is smooth and unlined.
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Clothes and Equipment: His primary weapon is a great sword dubbed The Covenant of Faith. It is a holy weapon that is bane to evil and it is said it will only break if it's wielder does. He usually dresses in ordained steel plate armor. This armor is resistant to magical attack as well as evil energies.
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Registered: Apr 29, 2016 21:27:45 GMT -8
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Post by Jayce Istilix on Sept 7, 2016 8:29:14 GMT -8
Jayce got up reluctantly and moved back to his side of the table. Then he demolished his soup and his bowl with surprising speed. Clearly he was as eager as she was. Once their meal has been consumed Jayce stands and offers Naenia his arm. Walking over to the board with local businesses listed he points at one.
"The Midnight Eclipse looks nice. I think it will suit our needs wonderfully."
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Sept 7, 2016 8:31:03 GMT -8
Naenia ate her meal just as hastily, and when she was done, she smiled at him. Taking his arm and accompanying him to the board, she nodded her agreement, then walked off at his side, filled with both excitement and nervousness.
<Exit>
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Thaelyn Mortris
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 310
Age: 22
Physical Description: At 5'7", Thaelyn is just above average height for a woman, with a slender build that makes her just shy of willowy. Slight curves and a womanly shape keep her from looking boyish, if only barely. She has long red hair that falls to her knees, and rich crimson eyes that are usually filled with curiosity, set in a face with delicate features.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Thaelyn wears a set of white and blood red armor which is inscribed inside with a complex series of magical runes. This provides her armor with a strength that belies its lightness, as well as serving as a sort of magical buffer that wards off most spells. She also carries a spear, or perhaps it's a staff - she seems to use it as a combination of both, using it both to fight and to channel her own magical abilities.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 12:11:27 GMT -8
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Post by Thaelyn Mortris on Sept 16, 2016 11:41:13 GMT -8
<Saturday>
The day had arrived! And Thaelyn was nervous. She'd tamed her hair back into a braid, and she wore a loose white blouse, which hung off one shoulder, displaying the pale flesh, alongside a pair of dark green breeches and some sturdy brown boots. She had her hands clasped anxiously behind her as she stood near the fountain, waiting for Alden Marshal to arrive. She kept chewing on her lip and looking around, her gaze frequently flicking up to the sun to judge its position. It was noon. Or close to it, anyway. He should be there soon. Hopefully he'd like what she had planned. Something simple and pleasant. Just time to get to know each other better. But what if he didn't? She cursed at herself and muttered angrily.
"Stop it, stupid girl, you're just going to get yourself all worked up."
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Sept 16, 2016 11:51:48 GMT -8
Alden wasn't particularly nervous. He drops to the street from a nearby rooftop and straightens. He was in casual clothing. Miss. Higgs had balked when he tried to leave the house in his leathers. He'd told her what he was doing and she was quite adamant. For an occasion like this, he should dress up like how he did when he took the kids out. Or as Miss. Higgs put it: "It's fine to look like a vagabond when you are by yourself. But if you are in the company of a lady or children look like someone respectable!" He'd then been forced. Or well he'd consented to get her to stop yelling. To dress in a plain white shirt and brown leather pants. Which he wasn't a fan of, but what could one do? He spots Thaelyn and rolls up to her easily. Moving through the crowd like a ghost and coming to her side just out of her line of sight.
"So what will we be doing today?"
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Thaelyn Mortris
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 310
Age: 22
Physical Description: At 5'7", Thaelyn is just above average height for a woman, with a slender build that makes her just shy of willowy. Slight curves and a womanly shape keep her from looking boyish, if only barely. She has long red hair that falls to her knees, and rich crimson eyes that are usually filled with curiosity, set in a face with delicate features.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Thaelyn wears a set of white and blood red armor which is inscribed inside with a complex series of magical runes. This provides her armor with a strength that belies its lightness, as well as serving as a sort of magical buffer that wards off most spells. She also carries a spear, or perhaps it's a staff - she seems to use it as a combination of both, using it both to fight and to channel her own magical abilities.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 12:11:27 GMT -8
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Post by Thaelyn Mortris on Sept 16, 2016 12:15:35 GMT -8
Once again, Thaelyn jumped out of her skin with a small squeak, whirling around to look at Alden with wide eyes and a hand placed over her wildly-beating heart. And then, she laughed, a breathless sound that was also filled with joy as she smiled up at him.
"Why do I get the feeling that you're going to try and scare me every time we meet somewhere? I guess I'll just take it as a sign that you like me." Her eyes sparkled with mirth as she stepped closer, reaching out to take his hand and give it a gentle tug. Then she began to walk backwards, leading Alden with her toward one of the plaza's exits.
"As for what we're doing, well, you'll just have to find out. It's a surprise."
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Sept 16, 2016 12:28:05 GMT -8
Thaelyn's accusation is met with a mischievous grin and a shrug of the shoulders. His response, by contrast, is said in a matter of fact tone. He did enjoy watching her jump, but it was hardly on purpose.
"Honestly it's just second nature to me. It takes more effort for me to move in a way that can be seen and heard than it does to avoid notice. It's just ingrained into me now. It's a useful habit most of the time. But yes I do like you."
He lets her take his hand and follows her. Curious about what the surprise is but willing to wait to find out.
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Thaelyn Mortris
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 310
Age: 22
Physical Description: At 5'7", Thaelyn is just above average height for a woman, with a slender build that makes her just shy of willowy. Slight curves and a womanly shape keep her from looking boyish, if only barely. She has long red hair that falls to her knees, and rich crimson eyes that are usually filled with curiosity, set in a face with delicate features.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Thaelyn wears a set of white and blood red armor which is inscribed inside with a complex series of magical runes. This provides her armor with a strength that belies its lightness, as well as serving as a sort of magical buffer that wards off most spells. She also carries a spear, or perhaps it's a staff - she seems to use it as a combination of both, using it both to fight and to channel her own magical abilities.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 12:11:27 GMT -8
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Post by Thaelyn Mortris on Sept 16, 2016 12:56:52 GMT -8
After a bit of walking, Alden would likely realize that Thaelyn was leading him into one of the city's various parks. Perhaps they were going for a romantic stroll? Maybe! He'd just have to wait and see. She led him into the park with a bounce in her step.
<Exit>
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Falx, The Rat King
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 13
Physical Description: — ragged blonde-brown hair
— mud-brown eyes
— dusty, dirty tan skin
— tattered feathers woven into hair
— 5'3" tall
— skinny, barely any muscle, malnourished appearance
Clothes and Equipment: — swagman, sleeps where he can
— wordly posessions either on him, or in the battered, crudely-made messenger bag he carries
— ratty clothing, breeches, shirt and smelly half-cloak with hood
— usually barefoot
— shiv made of a sharpened bone hangs around neck on a string
Player's online availability : GMT 8+
Registered: Sept 18, 2016 1:53:29 GMT -8
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Post by Falx, The Rat King on Sept 18, 2016 4:06:46 GMT -8
The murmur of the city was intimidating as it was fascinating. Falx kept out of the bustling crowds of the busy plaza, slipping towards the treeline. Baffled and a little daunted by the sheer scale of everything, all the glistening walls and strange people, Falx scarcely knew what to do with himself! Seeking some comfort, he shifted open the top of his bag, subtly signalling to Pez that it was safe to come out. He was sure the spirit-rat would need to stretch his legs after being stuffed in his bag for most of the day!
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Pez, The King's Rat
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 94
Physical Description: An abnormally large rat, black-coated and muscular. He is very agile and packs a nasty bite.
Clothes and Equipment: What, do you think rats wear clothes?
Registered: Sept 18, 2016 1:56:42 GMT -8
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Post by Pez, The King's Rat on Sept 18, 2016 4:17:07 GMT -8
Fresh air! Finally!
He scurried up Falx's body and perched himself atop his shoulder. He had to admit, he was impressed by Isra. It was truly beautiful, the sight that beheld him within the plaza. Great walls rose towards the sky, an architectural marvel. A huge citadel could be seen in the distance, tall and proud. Bustling crowds of joyous people, market-stalls of all manner and kind, with goods and foods Pez had never seen before. There were no clouds in the sky, nothing to impend the brilliant sunlight. The wind was cool and the breeze was constant. It felt good for it to brush over his furry pelt, refreshing and natural. Pez was ecstatic in this foreign city.
He peered up towards Falx, grinning in the only way a rodent could grin.
"Isn't it amazing?"
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Falx, The Rat King
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 13
Physical Description: — ragged blonde-brown hair
— mud-brown eyes
— dusty, dirty tan skin
— tattered feathers woven into hair
— 5'3" tall
— skinny, barely any muscle, malnourished appearance
Clothes and Equipment: — swagman, sleeps where he can
— wordly posessions either on him, or in the battered, crudely-made messenger bag he carries
— ratty clothing, breeches, shirt and smelly half-cloak with hood
— usually barefoot
— shiv made of a sharpened bone hangs around neck on a string
Player's online availability : GMT 8+
Registered: Sept 18, 2016 1:53:29 GMT -8
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Post by Falx, The Rat King on Sept 18, 2016 5:34:20 GMT -8
Falx turned his head, peering at Pez upon his shoulder. The magic rat was hardly a significant weight (even for a skin-and-bones thirteen year old), and pleased to have his reassuring company, Falx offered the large rodent an affectionate scritch on his head. In addition to the clamour and exciting bustle around them, the boy could only imagine the curious smells his rat friend was likely picking up on.
Elated, Falx smiled back. "'Tis." he muttered, nodding. That bought him a moment of thought, eyes returning to the passing people. "What should we see firs'?" He asked, flicking dark eyes back to Pez, "Should we acks som'one? I dunno th' way roun' this big f' a place."
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Pez, The King's Rat
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 94
Physical Description: An abnormally large rat, black-coated and muscular. He is very agile and packs a nasty bite.
Clothes and Equipment: What, do you think rats wear clothes?
Registered: Sept 18, 2016 1:56:42 GMT -8
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Post by Pez, The King's Rat on Sept 18, 2016 13:50:26 GMT -8
"Yeah, maybe we should." he responded. Pez didn't know this place at all. The city was huge and daunting. He let himself be scratched for a moment longer, savouring the scenery before him.
"Who'd we ask though?" He tilted his head, looking back at Falx. He peered at the multitude of faces darting by and he couldn't recogniseany of them. He and Falx were practically invisible to the crowds, situated on their low branch. They were strange and alien to the people of this city. He began to think, furrowing his rodent brow and adopting a serious look. Thry had to go to an inn, that is a must. They don't know where an inn is, though. They didn't have any money either. Or food. They were practically hopeless, stranded in a city they didn't know, with people they didn't know.
He tried to be optimistic, however. They'd gone through worse. Perhaps there was a slums in this city. That'd provide a place to live.
Still, they'd gone to this city to pursue a new life. Not one in the slums.
"I reckon we should ask someone in the crowd. You go do it Falx. I'll hide in ya bag." It was there only chance, honestly. He just hoped the passers-by were friendly, especially to young vagabounds like Falx.
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Falx, The Rat King
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 13
Physical Description: — ragged blonde-brown hair
— mud-brown eyes
— dusty, dirty tan skin
— tattered feathers woven into hair
— 5'3" tall
— skinny, barely any muscle, malnourished appearance
Clothes and Equipment: — swagman, sleeps where he can
— wordly posessions either on him, or in the battered, crudely-made messenger bag he carries
— ratty clothing, breeches, shirt and smelly half-cloak with hood
— usually barefoot
— shiv made of a sharpened bone hangs around neck on a string
Player's online availability : GMT 8+
Registered: Sept 18, 2016 1:53:29 GMT -8
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Post by Falx, The Rat King on Sept 18, 2016 19:34:26 GMT -8
Comforted by agreement, and grounded by the rat's confident presence, Falx nodded his understanding mildly. The following question, however, brought up a worry-inducing thought. They were alone here, in this behemoth of a city, with many buildings and strange things Falx had never seen before in his short life. "I'unno. We gotta do somethin' though..." the boy sighed, uncertainly breaking from his hesitation. He scratched a cheek, leaving dusty streaks from grubby fingers atop already mud-streaked skin.
The rat's suggestion made Falx nervous. The crowd? What if he get knocked down? What if someone got angry? What if they didn't understand him- the boy forced himself to calm down. He could deal with this. He just had to find the friendliest face and ask them.
With that decided, Falx opened his bag again, offered a tilted arm to Pez. "Le'ss do this." he sighed, "C'mon, quick." What would've been seen as shortness by an outsider, was just concern for his rat-friend. Who knew how people would react to him?
The boy only moved away once content Pez was secure, moving off timidly into the crowd, sheltering his bag attentively to his chest.
/exit Falx
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Pez, The King's Rat
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 94
Physical Description: An abnormally large rat, black-coated and muscular. He is very agile and packs a nasty bite.
Clothes and Equipment: What, do you think rats wear clothes?
Registered: Sept 18, 2016 1:56:42 GMT -8
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Post by Pez, The King's Rat on Sept 19, 2016 1:25:56 GMT -8
Pez was kept snugly inside of the messenger bag. He didn't move a whole lot - he didn't want to attract any unwanted attention.
[exit]
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