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 17, 2016 7:25:21 GMT -8
"Well a beheading stroke is effective against most opponents, I would suggest continuous application when dispelling spirits."
Edward's voice sounds again, the time mage still on the ship adjusting various aspects of the spell he is maintaining.
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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 17, 2016 7:30:00 GMT -8
Blake blinks as the ghost screams but doesn't disappear. He is about to ask what he should do when Echoes's voice sounds out again. Continuous application what did he... oh. He realized with a start what he needs to do to finally end this. He rears back his cutlass and thrusts it into where Croreia's heart would be if she was still alive.
The blade parts her ghostly flesh and then the space warping magic begins to take hold. Latching on to each metaphysical particle of her being and shredding it, tossing it to the far corners of reality. A hole would appear in her being and like a black hole it would suck in her essence and disperse it once again.
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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 17, 2016 10:17:52 GMT -8
Emahra said nothing and did nothing - she simply continued to watch, and wait, her blade humming and pulsing as it gathered power. Though she kept casting anxious glances toward the building where Camilla was. Hoping that the woman would be saved in time.
(Charge 2)
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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 17, 2016 12:25:55 GMT -8
The ghost vanished into the black hole, streaks of light rushing in after her... And then she was just... gone. There was a high pitched whistle from the tower and blinding yellow flashing in the windows as the barrier shattered. The ground began to shake more violently as the entire island started to sink toward the earth. The tower started to sway as it came away from the castle.
Camilla opened her eyes, feeling the movement of the building. She felt herself start to slide a little in the direction the tower was leaning and her eyes went wide. It hurt to move, but she had to protect herself! But how? She didn't notice the living armor, she was too frantic at his point. She crawled to the sarcophagus and tried on to gag as she climbed in, then braced herself for impact.
She held on for dear life as the tower toppled, screaming in fright as she heard the sickening crunch of stone on stone. Debris flew everywhere, and one even struck the spot where she had lain. And then there was an eerie silence around her, darkness dappled by shafts of light. The island stopped moving and shaking, everything was still.
From the outside, they could all see that half of the building was rubble by now, the intact half standing tall and proud. And just when they might have thought it was the end for Camilla, they would be able to hear the muffled sound of her voice, calling for Blake.
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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 17, 2016 19:33:08 GMT -8
The ghost vanished into the black hole, streaks of light rushing in after her... And then she was just... gone. There was a high pitched whistle from the tower and blinding yellow flashing in the windows as the barrier shattered. The ground began to shake more violently as the entire island started to sink toward the earth. The tower started to sway as it came away from the castle. Camilla opened her eyes, feeling the movement of the building. She felt herself start to slide a little in the direction the tower was leaning and her eyes went wide. It hurt to move, but she had to protect herself! But how? She didn't notice the living armor, she was too frantic at his point. She crawled to the sarcophagus and tried on to gag as she climbed in, then braced herself for impact. She held on for dear life as the tower toppled, screaming in fright as she heard the sickening crunch of stone on stone. Debris flew everywhere, and one even struck the spot where she had lain. And then there was an eerie silence around her, darkness dappled by shafts of light. The island stopped moving and shaking, everything was still. From the outside, they could all see that half of the building was rubble by now, the intact half standing tall and proud. And just when they might have thought it was the end for Camilla, they would be able to hear the muffled sound of her voice, calling for Blake. The rumbling of the floating island wasn't a very reassuring action that Croeria was dead, for good. Until she was consumed by the black portal, and appeared to have been slain. However, the newest problem was the tower Countess Camilla Blake was housed in. It was collapsing, and even with his size, if that stone came down on him it would surely harm him. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui made sure to stay out of the way as it all came crashing down. At first the situation looked grim, but when her voice could be heard through the rubble, he took action. He channeled his magic to begin lifting rocks and searching for the trapped woman. "Gethrisj mojka ternesji, origato ve ocuir vhir wux."(1 charge used) |
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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 17, 2016 20:41:55 GMT -8
The time mage watches as the tower collapses, removing the enchantment from the blade freeing up his spell matrix again. With his spell to warp space once again free form, he applies it in a subtle way. Instead of doing something obvious he simply ensured the rocks fell in a certain way, warping space to change the effect of gravity on a few of them. He knew that the Countess would be fine and now the way was paved for the rescue.
(Continous spell maintained)
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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 17, 2016 20:56:09 GMT -8
Blake watches with morbid fascination as Croeria's essence is torn asunder, her death cry sending a rumble through the island. Then the tower Camilla was in crumbled as Blake stares in horror. When the dust settles he stares at the ruined tower and finds he feels nothing, it was terrifying. It was like his heart had stopped beating like his ears had stopped hearing, like every last shred of light in his life was slowly retreating from his gaze.
There is an odd buzzing sound in his ears and he can't string a cogent thought together, this couldn't be happening. It couldn't be happening, it couldn't be happening. Those words repeat in his head endlessly for an eternity. Then suddenly a noise pierces through the buzz faint distant, but recognizable. She was calling to him, she was alive! He runs into the rubble following the sound of her voice, not sure he isn't going mad. Against all odds, he finds a clear easy path to the where the noise is coming from and just as he reaches it a rock is moved by some unseen force. There is a sarcophagus and he can hear her calling to him. With a strength he didn't know he had, he shoves one last bit of rock aside and finds her. He gasps at the sight of Camilla in the coffin, a bit bruised, a bit dirty, but alive and he gathers her into his arms tears streaming down his face, unable to form any words.
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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 17, 2016 22:16:11 GMT -8
Emahra's heart seized in fear at the sight of the tower beginning to crumble, but she refused to believe that Camilla still wouldn't be found and rescued. There was nothing she could to to help - the magics of the Blade were useless in an instance like this. She released a sigh of relief when she saw Blake dart forward and shove aside rocks to reveal Camilla, intact and alive. Her gaze flicked toward Jarkoopi, watching him closely, anticipating an attack. She readied her blade.. just in case.
(Charge 3)
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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 18, 2016 6:22:14 GMT -8
The knife quietly slips into Camilla's belt amidst the confusion. Its eye a smouldering ember. Perhaps it might be noticed when the dust settles. For now, it is content in its silence.
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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 19, 2016 7:40:01 GMT -8
As soon as the waning light of day shone in her face, and she was able to be pulled free of the debris that would have crushed her if she hadn't moved into the coffin, she wheezed and coughed up rock dust but was too weak to put her arms around her husband. She was shaking violently as the adrenaline sapped from her, she couldn't do much but lay her head against Blake's strong chest. She was definitely bruised and cut up from shards of rock, dirty too.. But He would also e able to see the blood all over her upper lip and cheek from the nosebleed, and what had stained her skirts from between her legs.
She could still feel the child in the way only a mother could, and though distressed, the bae was still alive and fighting... Camilla had made sure to protect her belly the best she could. Her eyes were closed as she whispered, "You came for me..."
She tilted her head back to look at him, she was so worn out from the entire experience, not just the day's events but everything Croeria had done to her. "I knew you would come..." A weak smile appeared briefly.
Camilla looked about, her eyes settled on Jark with some surprise but no obvious fear, for he had never tried to harm her before this day so there was no reason to believe he had ill intent. "Dragon... We'll talk when I'm better. I'm tired, now." And then she relaxed and passed out, fingers still tangled within the chain on which the earth gem dangled, and a new dagger in her belt that she obviously didn't know was there.
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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 19, 2016 10:48:42 GMT -8
As soon as the waning light of day shone in her face, and she was able to be pulled free of the debris that would have crushed her if she hadn't moved into the coffin, she wheezed and coughed up rock dust but was too weak to put her arms around her husband. She was shaking violently as the adrenaline sapped from her, she couldn't do much but lay her head against Blake's strong chest. She was definitely bruised and cut up from shards of rock, dirty too.. But He would also e able to see the blood all over her upper lip and cheek from the nosebleed, and what had stained her skirts from between her legs. ... Camilla looked about, her eyes settled on Jark with some surprise but no obvious fear, for he had never tried to harm her before this day so there was no reason to believe he had ill intent. "Dragon... We'll talk when I'm better. I'm tired, now." And then she relaxed and passed out, fingers still tangled within the chain on which the earth gem dangled, and a new dagger in her belt that she obviously didn't know was there. was glad to see she still lived, the child as well. Obvious as it was, her condition was still a tad bit worrisome, but much better than before. Hopefully Croeria was truly dead now, banished to whatever plane she belonged in. He shifted his feet while he was addressed, and tried to calmly ask a question, but it was after she decided to nap. "I don't suppose you'll tell me when and where you are going to be, better? Should we risk using magic to heal her wounds now rather than waiting?" He asked aloud. |
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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 19, 2016 11:55:00 GMT -8
"Of course I did."
Blake responds with a little choke that is half laugh half sob. Camilla's state distresses him and he is worried about the baby, but at least she is alive and well. When she passes out he gathers her into his arms and clutches her to his chest. Then he stands and turns to the dragon.
"She is going home to Nireal. You can visit her there in a few weeks, I will tell the border patrols to expect you. No harm will come to you, you have my word." There is a pause and then Blake adds. "Thank you for your assistance in clearing the rubble, I owe you a debt."
His voice is as firm and calm as he can make it though frayed around the edges from stress. He then turns to Emahra.
"You as well lady, thank you for coming with us."
Then the captain walks towards the airship, his wife in his arms.
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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 19, 2016 12:06:40 GMT -8
Edward whistles absently, glad that things had turned out so well. With a casual and utterly unnecessary gesture, he folds space around Emahra, Camilla, and Blake teleporting the three back to the deck of the ship. His silver orbs provide him a continuous update of information and one moves to Camilla taking a scan of her and everything on her. The time mage throws up her vitals into a hard light representation, no major damage just a lot of cuts, scrapes, bruises, and stress. He also notes the knife and gem as sources of magical energy. Popping them up into a construct so he can view their fourth dimensional composition.
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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 19, 2016 15:14:44 GMT -8
Emahra's gaze flicked toward Camilla, then up to Blake's face as she gave a brisk nod.
"I feel a kinship with Lady Camilla. It was the least I could do, although admittedly, I did not do much." Despite never having left the ship, she was somehow popped back onto the deck. Turning to face Jarkoopi, she eyed the blue dragon with a hint of mistrust, then raised her sword in his direction and inclined her head in a nod of thanks and perhaps begrudging respect. She remained in this position for several moments, then let hand fall and head raise. She did not, however, release the magic within her blade.. not yet. She still didn't trust Jarkoopi, even if it seemed he had no malicious intent at this exact moment. He knew who she was, he would have plenty of reason and opportunity to attempt to strike down Naoki's right hand. She would take no chances until they were safely back in Gauldin.
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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
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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 19, 2016 16:13:46 GMT -8
Blake responds with a little choke that is half laugh half sob. Camilla's state distresses him and he is worried about the baby, but at least she is alive and well. When she passes out he gathers her into his arms and clutches her to his chest. Then he stands and turns to the dragon. "She is going home to Nireal. You can visit her there in a few weeks, I will tell the border patrols to expect you. No harm will come to you, you have my word." There is a pause and then Blake adds. "Thank you for your assistance in clearing the rubble, I owe you a debt." Then the captain walks towards the airship, his wife in his arms. He wouldn't dare question him leaving with her, he knew Countess Camilla Blake's husband must've been emotionally drained, and that she'd also need her own rest. He'd have his audience in turn, for now he'd have to wait. "No, soon enough I will likely be in her debt. Farewell, I hope she recovers quickly. We'll meet on more formal terms later."Seeing that they wouldn't be staying long, he wouldn't either. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui had things to do, and he had only so much time. With a final glare of mistrust at the elf, he took upon his wings and lifted into the sky without a word, parting the blades of grass a plants below him with his mighty wing beats. The clouds and horizon would soon swallow up his silhouette as he vanished from sight. <Exit> |
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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 19, 2016 18:15:26 GMT -8
Blake retreats back to the captain cabin, to settle Camilla in bed. Then at his orders the Intrepid takes off back toward Gauldin.
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