Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276 
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Oct 13, 2016 16:12:04 GMT -8
Emahra took up a position near Echoes with the heirloom Blade in her hands, a grim expression settled upon her features. The wind whipped at her blue hair, sending the braid lashing back and forth while the sword in her right hand began to gather mana from the world around them. The Blade hummed as its power built.
(Charge 1)
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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 13, 2016 18:40:43 GMT -8
Time was a fleeting thing when you are in a place like the castle on a floating island that seems to be under the spell of a dead woman. But neither time nor enchantment had very much sway when the power flickered sporadically as it did in that moment. Camilla sat up with a low pitched scream, heart pounding as her wide eyes darted about the murky interior of the room. Her hand went to her belly as a cramp tore through her, and an immediate sweat began to pour. No, no, no... Oh no... Where was she? How did she get there? Where was Blake?! Oh, gods, don't let the baby be hurt! She rolled from the stone slab and onto the floor, barely able to brace herself on her hands and knees as the pain caused her to shake all over. She gave another yell in her fear in confusion, and could be heard through the whole building. "Blake!" She yelled until she could yell no more and then curled up on the floor. She could not move any further, for movement caused agony. "Blake..." she sobbed softy. She felt the sudden sensation of warm fingers on her cheek and heard a hushing noise. Her eyes felt heavy again, she blinked a few times as if to fight it... The room flickered back to her dream state, she felt as if she lay on a soft, fur throw in front of a warm hearth. Calm swept over her, and she slept once more. Even to a dragon of his size, the shriek from such a small human startled him from his slumber. It sounded somewhat like Countess Camilla Blake, although he could not know for sure, it had been some time since they last spoke. He scrambled onto his four claws and then began shift back into his human form. He walked around to the door again and disregarded whatever barrier was on the door. He knocked again, faster and louder than before. "Camilla! Croeria, what are you doing? Just heal her, or else let me do it."He looked around to see if the shady old woman was here, she was likely behind this. He hadn't noticed the small airship, he was much too busy getting to the bottom of what was happening in there. |
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 15:58:58 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 19:51:23 GMT -8
"Something is wrong," she said as she came through the door. "The gem is interfering with my magics, I think. It won't let me drop the barrier or...." She was cut off as Camilla screamed again, awake so soon after the spell. She winced and shook her head regretfully, "Her husband draws near, you would do well to show him you mean no harm to the girl. I will speak to them."
She was gone before a reply could be had. The door seemed to fade away but there was a barrier that shimmered brightly in the doorway, though Jark would be able to see the former princess curled, belly only slightly rounded with the growing babe but enough to see. She met the dragon's eyes through the barrier, blood seeping from her nose and through the skirt of her gown.
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Oct 13, 2016 19:58:48 GMT -8
Blake begins shouting orders to his crew as the ruins atop the island come into being. He peers down with his spyglass, sweeping over the buildings when he spots the mass of blue scales. Cursing the man begins to shout orders.
"There is a dragon below, man the balista, mage Nelmoy prepeare your magics."
He didn't know why there was a dragon in the same ruins as his wife and he didn't care. Nothing would stand between him and Camilla, nothing. The Intrepid would be within range of the ruins within moments.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Oct 13, 2016 20:09:47 GMT -8
"Blake I understand your concern, but remember temperance. If we escalate to combat there is a chance Camilla may be harmed in the crossfire. I am a married man myself and I understand your worry, but don't jump to attack."
Edward's voice is calm and level as his eyes search for the unseen player in this. The spirit that had penetrated wards it had not business penetrating. He'd overlooked the strength of the blood connection between Croeria and Camilla when he'd restructured the wards on Blake's manor. An oversight he'd have to correct since the spirit was mucking about with things she clearly didn't understand.
The time mage already knew that Croeria in her eagerness to see Camilla set on her path had harmed the woman by bringing her here. He'd have to have a talk with her and explain that teleporting a woman more than a hundred miles from her home, while she was pregnant, was a terrible idea no matter the reason. Even as he plots his course of action he continues to gather power, no sense in taking risks even if he wanted to avoid conflict.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Oct 13, 2016 20:50:07 GMT -8
Emahra's jaw firmed at the mention of a dragon. What did a dragon want with Camilla? Hopping up onto the rail of the ship and grasping a line of the rigging with her left hand to study herself, she narrowed her eyes in an attempt to see what was going on on the island. It was too far for even her Elven eyes to discern anything, but she was going to be prepared. The sword continued to draw in mana, the humming now joined by a rhythmic pulsing every fifteen seconds or so as its power built.
(Charge 2)
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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 13, 2016 21:10:41 GMT -8
"Something is wrong," she said as she came through the door. "The gem is interfering with my magics, I think. It won't let me drop the barrier or...." She was cut off as Camilla screamed again, awake so soon after the spell. She winced and shook her head regretfully, "Her husband draws near, you would do well to show him you mean no harm to the girl. I will speak to them." She was gone before a reply could be had. The door seemed to fade away but there was a barrier that shimmered brightly in the doorway, though Jark would be able to see the former princess curled, belly only slightly rounded with the growing babe but enough to see. She met the dragon's eyes through the barrier, blood seeping from her nose and through the skirt of her gown. was confused for a second. "The gem? Which gem?"But the ghostly woman was gone as he looked back. The airship was now brought to his attention, as it came closer but it was still only a blur of magic in the distance. When he saw that Countess Camilla Blake was indeed alive, and that this wasn't entirely a trap set by Croeria, he had a small sense of relief. But obvious from her condition, she was not in her best form of comfort. He didn't say anything yet, he'd want a proper audience with her. Seeing as @croeria would still need time to talk first, he needed to hunker down while he could. He became a dragon once more, and moved behind Countess Camilla Blake's building, placing it in between him and the airship. The only things showing from around the sides of the shack would be his tail (which was wrapped around the building to possibly help protect it if need be) and his whole neck and head, so he could see. Just incase he would need it, he began drawing whatever mana from the surroundings, in hopes of raising a defense or manoeuvre. (Charge 1) |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2016 6:19:11 GMT -8
As soon as the specter was near enough, though not on the ship proper, she yelled out, "Leave the dragon be. He only came to talk to the girl. I'm the one who hurt her. I thought I could do it this time without hurting her but I hurt her worse." Her voice was almost as if next to the party. "She would have died for sure if I didn't do it the first time so I brought her here and blocked her memory so she wouldn't try to leave. I went into her body after that, and she took me with her, I let her be because she wasn't going back." That would explain quite a bit... The moods that were more foul than they ought to be, the constant fatigue before the pregnancy, the illness in general... The spirit had been there that whole time. That would also explain how she was able to keep up a strong enough connection to pull off what she did, for she was a paranormal parasite.
"You have to get to her now. The dragon won't attack... I promised to protect his kind, for they are rare and precious. Get to her now and break the barrier, and then rid the world of me." She would force them to fight her if she must, but she wanted to leave the world. She would have remained in the other plane but that stupid fool Itzal had disturbed her slumber by raising her from the dead.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Oct 14, 2016 6:43:22 GMT -8
The further away her ancestor got, the worse things were. She half crawled, half dragged herself toward the doorway, reached out to touch with just the tip of her finger and felt the snap. She whimpered and wrenched her hand back. The room flickered between dream state and reality for her, she tried to focus on the reality until she stared at the slab long enough to figure out it was a sarcophagus. Camilla grimaced as pain gripped her, and she slowly made her way to the tomb. The cover would not move under her weight, though. She was so tired!
This would take some time to happen so this is Camillas last turn for now:
With shaking hands and willpower alone, she pushed with all the might she could muster. The top fell to the other side and a bright yellow light filled the area. Inside was the perfectly preserved body of a woman who looked so much like the women who were born in Croeria's image... It must be the daughter. She was an older woman in death, which meant she lived a full life.
It was what was in her hands that caught Camilla's attention, though... There, clutched in the wrinkled fingers was a yellow amulet, the earth gem. She slumped over the side of the tomb, trying so hard to not pass out. Her fingers curled around the chain and tugged once... twice... to no avail. She shook violently, took hold of the mummy's fingers and gave half gags and half sobs as she broke dead fingers until she could free the amulet.
She fell back and curled up.
An eerie silence filled the air, and the pressure change could be felt. It started subtly at first, but as she lay there, giving in to the darkness, the island began to shudder.
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Chariot
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Registered: Oct 14, 2016 7:29:03 GMT -8
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Post by Chariot on Oct 14, 2016 7:33:43 GMT -8
Within the sarcophagus, a gold knife twitches, and an eye set in the cross-guard opens.
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Oct 14, 2016 10:54:21 GMT -8
Blake stares in outrage at the spirit. The captain doesn't quite comprehend what has been said, but he understands enough. This ghost was the reason Camilla had been unwell so often, the reason she'd lost her memories, the reason she'd disappeared from his arms. He wanted to throttle the ghost. Blake didn't give two shits about the gems or whatever, in that moment for all Blake cared the whole world could burn as long as Camilla was safe. His knuckles whiten as he clenches the ships controls in rage, and only with a supreme force of will does he ground out.
"I don't care about the dragon as long as it doesn't get in my way. As for you, if it was in my power I would rid the world of you here and now and say good riddance. You may have saved her life once, but that doesn't forgive what you put her through since then."
They were above the ruins and he drops them to about thirty feet above. Then without hesitation Blake strolls to the edge of the ship and jumps off. It was a dangerous maneuver and one he didn't normally take, but the feather fall stitching on his jacket should see him safely to the ground. He didn't care about the dangers involved in this action it was just the fastest way to the ground and Camilla. He'd land about fifty feet from the house she was in.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Registered: Jan 27, 2016 14:17:35 GMT -8
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Oct 14, 2016 11:02:37 GMT -8
Edward eyes the ghost curiously for a few moments then shrugs his shoulders. He had no comments so scathing as those of Blake, while he could understand the reasoning of Croeria she had still harmed Camilla. If someone had done such things to Reuna he'd be about as reasonable as the good captain. Keeping one eye on potential violent futures, he exams the barrier with the other. Piercing it would be a relatively simple task.
Raising his hands Edward releases three silver orbs that hover around him. They begin to emit beams of blue light examing everything present and providing a wall of runes for him to examine. Then he gets to work, the air around the time mage distorts strangely as he casts the spell that will allow Blake to pierce the barrier.
(Begin continuous spell: Spatial Distorition)
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Oct 14, 2016 16:16:57 GMT -8
Emahra eyed the spirit with a touch of distrust and a bit of distaste. Spirits had no place in the realm of the living, and that this one had harmed Camilla, even unintentionally, made her dangerous. Her attention was swayed toward Blake as the man dove off the edge of the ship and descended toward the island below, and then she expended the magic built within the Blade; this caused a small tunnel of wind to form in front of her, carrying her voice down to the island and the blue mass of scales which surrounded the house.
"Sir Dragon, we mean no harm to the Lady Camilla - the man descending to the island right now is her husband. We wish only to retrieve her and see her safely back with him, where she belongs, that she may receive treatment for her injuries. Please do not attempt to hinder us and there will be no violence."
(Released charges)
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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 15, 2016 17:55:29 GMT -8
Edward eyes the ghost curiously for a few moments then shrugs his shoulders. He had no comments so scathing as those of Blake, while he could understand the reasoning of Croeria she had still harmed Camilla. If someone had done such things to Reuna he'd be about as reasonable as the good captain. Keeping one eye on potential violent futures, he exams the barrier with the other. Piercing it would be a relatively simple task. Seeing that he was no longer a target, he came out from cover, his hulking figure standing forward to them. The man whom he was told was Countess Camilla Blake's spouse had a considerable aura of anger, he knew when not to stand in front of a man like that. Although quickly, he had to get a message through to them, before it was too late. "Stop! Tearing down that barrier will kill her unborn child, only Croeria can remove it. I would try myself, if the risk was not as great as it is."He assumed Croeria was telling the truth, he knew the possibilities of it being a bluff made to leave her alone. (Keep 1 charge) |
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 15:58:58 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2016 19:13:12 GMT -8
Jark was half right. She followed Blake and said, "You must destroy me. Someone must destroy me..." That was all she could say. She was flikering.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Registered: Jan 27, 2016 14:17:35 GMT -8
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Oct 15, 2016 21:25:30 GMT -8
Edward's voice sounds calm, placid, and reassuring. "The dragon is correct. As things stand now if the barrier is destroyed the backlash could kill Camilla. I was simply going to tunnel through the barrier, letting you through, and leaving it intact. But dismissing Croeria will have a comparable effect. Just a moment."
On the deck of the ship, Edward brings up a fourth-dimensional scan of Blake's sword. Waving his hands over the construct imparts a portion of the spell he is wielding into the blade, Blake's sword suddenly begins putting out strange distortions through its sheath. "I will spare you the technical explanation of what I just did. It is sufficient to say that I have altered the composition of your sword so that it can dismiss Croeria." With this done Edward returns his attention to the possible futures.
(Continous spell maintained, application used: Space Warping Enhancement)
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Oct 15, 2016 21:31:13 GMT -8
Blake very nearly ignores both Edward and the dragon, why were they trying to stop him! He was almost there! Only the fact that his recklessly might harm Camilla stays him, he growls and waits for Edward to do whatever it is he is doing. The captain can feel the sudden shift in his blade and he draws it carefully. The air around it appears to bend and shift, given everything he's been told he knows what to do. Whirling on Croeria he swings the sword at her neck, not sure what will happen.
Edward's maintained spell is Spatial Manipulation, his current application of it is warping the space around the blade. Essentially the sword is warping reality around it, allowing it to cut anything so long as Edward maintains concentration on it. This means that when the sword impacts with Croeria's neck it would cut through it like she was still alive, an act that should be sufficient to dismiss her back to whence she came.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Oct 15, 2016 21:51:40 GMT -8
Emahra watched the goings-on with anxiety, hidden beneath a shell of outward calm. She recognized the dragon before them now, which didn't put her at all at ease - she didn't trust the creature not to decide to attack, especially if it recognized the blue-haired Elf. She began to gather mana within the Blade once more, ready to leap to the defense.. or offense.. if need be. Meanwhile she waited to see if Echoes' spell upon Blake's sword would have the desired effect, and if she would be needed to assist in the retrieval of Camilla, if so.
(Charge 1)
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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 16, 2016 8:45:48 GMT -8
Luckily the mage also had discovered the barrier's properties before it was forcefully broken. He saw as the captain acted and tried to bring the sword down on the old spirit. Something told him, she was not going to go down so easily... Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui did indeed recognize the elf, however, the current situation had his attention much more. He have to deal with her another day. (Keep 1 charge) |
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 15:58:58 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2016 12:29:49 GMT -8
She opened her arms wide to accept the attempts to dispel her from the world. The specter threw her head back and started to pray to her gods to make this happen quickly. If ghost could cry, she'd be doing so with feeling actual pain. The once, powerful mage continued to flicker.
The ground shook below their feet at that point, and cracks began to chasm in the walls of the castle. By this point, there were no screams from Camilla who lay unconscious in the tower room. The sound of debris hitting the ground could be heard from somewhere. "Take me now, mighty lady of the sky, so the child of my child's children could live. Take me from this world!"
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