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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 20:09:22 GMT -8
"You put a lot of faith in me..." Ashley said as she held Scoville in her open hands. She meditated for a moment with him, causing the fairy to glow bright violet. This continued for about thirty seconds before Ashley sighed.
"The Southern Mountain Path," She said, "In the Aeadan Kingdom."
"Also, no thanks, talking skunk person."
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244 
Age: 25
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Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 8, 2015 20:29:01 GMT -8
"Excellent, Ashley, thank you. I knew you could do it. I should be able to hone in on his precise location now, and although we don't have a translocation sigil drawn, I can land us in the general vicinity," says Andraste with a kindly tone. She pulls up her tome and gestures for her supporting magi to do the same. The two ladies garbed in black move to the edges of the party as they and Andraste begin to chant a familiar incantation in the ancient, guttural language like before. The party, including the skunk-man-being, fades out of view as their atoms are scattered across the universe. <exit to Southern Mountain Pass> |
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theskunk
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Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Sept 6, 2015 17:37:12 GMT -8
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Post by theskunk on Sept 8, 2015 21:01:29 GMT -8
"well, ok then. i guess ill see you there" he drops down on all fours and speeds off at a remarkable pace, following the tracks left by the horses
<exits>
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Sept 9, 2015 12:36:53 GMT -8
When Renalt rid his steed away to slay the dragon, he was too exited to notice poor Kate who fell from the horse and landed on her head, causing her to lose consciousness for a while.
"Ow, what now..."
She began to slowly walk back to the city, now forever traumatised...
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Post by Father Wolfgang 'the Mace' on Sept 26, 2015 14:22:08 GMT -8
Coming down the path is a slow-moving wagon. Maybe eight people are riding, not including the driver, who they obviously payed for. They are all dirty, hungry, and weary, but for some reason their faith has kept them strong. Of these pilgrims, one stands out: a priest garbed in a white, though noticeably dirty robe. He carries a wooden staff, with a black cross on the end. Though old, he is in good shape and has a friendly demeanor. The wagon comes to a stop at the fort of the USQUE AR HARA. The priest exits the wagon carefully and walks up to the guards. "Good evening, my children," he begins, "I am Father Wolfgang, and I have come here to spread the word of my Maker, for He is humble. Can you please give me directions to your leader?" Wolfgang looks like a holy man, but he has a scar on his forehead. |
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