The Isran Empire
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Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Jul 2, 2016 17:28:27 GMT -8
A massive river that flows from the Norkari Mountains that frame the northern borders of the Free Plains of Isra, the Silverion is fed by many small tributaries and is the largest known on the continent. All manner of river terrain can be found along its lazy amble to the ocean.
Several high waterfalls feed its headwaters straight from the melting snow caps of the Norkaris, and the aquifers below them. Stretches of fast flowing water in the mountains cascade down numerous smaller falls into the foothills of the northern plains. Just past the foothills, the riverbed becomes rocky from years of erosion from the fast flowing waters.
When the river finally makes it to the northern plains, it widens considerably. The swift and chaotic water slows and eventually reaches a steady flow, matching the pace of an average human. It is here that the lands turn lush and fertile and the farms start to claim the easily irrigate land to either side.
Nearing Isra, the river is nearly complacent, angry only in heavy storms and quick spring thaws. The slow water moves past the city’s east gate docks, where much international trade finds its way from downriver to the southwest. (To enter The Free City of Isra from a water craft, you must post at the East Gate.)
Between Isra and Port Silverion, the river continues to widen and shallow. Its speed holds steady from here to the ocean, but the tranquility is broken by Isra’s navy shipyard. Built in the lake formed by a joining of the Silverion and another large river flowing from a small mountain range to the south, the shipyard is the last obstacle the river must traverse before it meets the sea.
Finally, after leaving the shipyard lake, thanks to the confluence of the two rivers, the Silverion deepens enough to allow the military craft from upriver to safely sail to their ocean destination. The Silverion’s waters spill into the Free Plains Bay, the sheltered and walled bay of Port Silverion, Isra’s naval and ocean trade secure checkpoint. (To enter Port Silverion from a water craft, you must first post at the River Gate). |
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Whir
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Roleplay posts: 95 
Age: 23
Physical Description: Whir stands approximately six feet and five inches (nearly two meters) tall. His skin ranges from pale to dark blue and is lined with bright markings that do not appear to be tattoos. Dark blue crystals shoot back from his scalp where hair would be on a pure blooded human. He is lithe and corded, muscles defined, but not pronounced.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Simple clothing hangs from Whir's slim body. The only apparent armor a banded chest plate made of what appears to be some dark wood. Resting on a loop attached to the back of this chest piece is a long and narrow sword. To the untrained observer it almost appears as a needle, with the eye replaced by a pommel set with some light blue gem. The sword is in fact, made from a single crystal of orichalcum. The rapier-like double edged blade is nearly indestructible despite its thin profile. A leather wrap starts at the pommel and runs about eighteen inches up the body of the sword, where immediately after, the five foot long blade takes an edge.
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 19:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Whir on Jul 9, 2016 14:29:16 GMT -8
The trip down the river from Isra would take several days aboard the cargo ferry Whir had purchased passage on for himself and Sun Marshal Kaylie Imrahil . After spending weeks in the glorious Free City, Whir was almost uneasy at the peacefulness of the journey only a few miles downstream. His stay in Isra had been the longest he could remember staying anywhere since leaving the estate years ago. The scenery would pass by lazily, filling both sides of the river with miles and miles of sweeping farmlands. By nightfall, with the excellent weather, they should be at the first stop of the journey to Port Silverion. Occasionally he checked on his traveling companion to see if she was having trouble with the slight rocking of the boat as it slid down the river. In the calm weather, there were nearly no waves or turbulence this far from the mountain, and it made for a pleasant departure on his part. |
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Kaylie Imrahil
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Roleplay posts: 182 
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Jul 10, 2016 12:53:04 GMT -8
Kaylie, as it turned out, did not enjoy sailing in the slightest. Every motion of the boat sent waves of nausea rippling through of her, and she had spent most of the journey thus far bent over the railing puking up everything she had eaten in the past 24 hours. About an hour ago she had finally run out of food, and had merely spent the rest of the time leaning over and wishing she could continue to throw up.
"Whir, I may kill you. Next time we walk along the river. I am not certain how I will be able to make it across the ocean if I am like this on a calm river."
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Whir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 95
Age: 23
Physical Description: Whir stands approximately six feet and five inches (nearly two meters) tall. His skin ranges from pale to dark blue and is lined with bright markings that do not appear to be tattoos. Dark blue crystals shoot back from his scalp where hair would be on a pure blooded human. He is lithe and corded, muscles defined, but not pronounced.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Simple clothing hangs from Whir's slim body. The only apparent armor a banded chest plate made of what appears to be some dark wood. Resting on a loop attached to the back of this chest piece is a long and narrow sword. To the untrained observer it almost appears as a needle, with the eye replaced by a pommel set with some light blue gem. The sword is in fact, made from a single crystal of orichalcum. The rapier-like double edged blade is nearly indestructible despite its thin profile. A leather wrap starts at the pommel and runs about eighteen inches up the body of the sword, where immediately after, the five foot long blade takes an edge.
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 19:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Whir on Jul 12, 2016 16:18:00 GMT -8
Whir smiled at the poor girl. "They say it takes a day or two to acclimate." He looked ahead of the ferry, downriver. "We'll be stopping for the night in an hour or two. We can walk or possibly buy a ride with a merchant for the rest of the way if you like."
"I'm afraid the land route to Sakand would be quite difficult though. We'll need you on sea legs if we want to get there this year."
A few miles down the broad river, the signs of a village were creeping into view. Several plumes of smoke and numerous travelers headed in their direction signaled their approaching.
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Jul 12, 2016 17:36:23 GMT -8
"It....ergggg...had better take only a couple of days to get used to this. The sea is worse than this right? Then I should get used to it now, while this is...supposedly easy."
A further wretching could be heard as she discovered that she did in fact still have some food left in her, and it went splattering down the side of the boat they were on. The sight of the village provided her with some hope though, as was news that this would only last a couple more hours and she would not be expected to sleep on such a wretched contraption.
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Whir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 95
Age: 23
Physical Description: Whir stands approximately six feet and five inches (nearly two meters) tall. His skin ranges from pale to dark blue and is lined with bright markings that do not appear to be tattoos. Dark blue crystals shoot back from his scalp where hair would be on a pure blooded human. He is lithe and corded, muscles defined, but not pronounced.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Simple clothing hangs from Whir's slim body. The only apparent armor a banded chest plate made of what appears to be some dark wood. Resting on a loop attached to the back of this chest piece is a long and narrow sword. To the untrained observer it almost appears as a needle, with the eye replaced by a pommel set with some light blue gem. The sword is in fact, made from a single crystal of orichalcum. The rapier-like double edged blade is nearly indestructible despite its thin profile. A leather wrap starts at the pommel and runs about eighteen inches up the body of the sword, where immediately after, the five foot long blade takes an edge.
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 19:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Whir on Jul 13, 2016 10:11:03 GMT -8
The next few hours passed by quietly for Whir, aside from Kaylie's intermittent bouts of illness. The ferry approached the first stop on its way to Port Silverion just before nightfall.
A few miles upriver, some of the ferry's hands had cast a fish net behind the rig, and as they approached the village docks, they quickly reeled the net back in, pulling in fish and crustaceans and even a few turtles. The smallest of the sampling would be tossed back into the river, but the rest were bundled up to be brought ashore.
When they were in tow line distance to the dock, a few men threw lines to the hands on the ferry and after the mooring lines were attached, they pulled the boat the dock, securing it there. There were several more docks and buildings along the shore here, but this dock was theirs.
Whir would help Kaylie off the boat and onto the dock if her legs were too wobbly to comply. Once ashore, the captain of the boat offered them and the rest of the passengers a sea-dinner at their barracks if they liked, or they were, of course, free to find an inn or tavern at which to eat. The net's catch was brought ashore and into the building at the end of the dock, where it would quickly be cleaned and set to roast or boil. Whir would defer to Kaylie's preference for dinner.
The village itself was barely that, and more of an overnight stop for travelers and merchants from both the Silver Road and the Silverion River. A few small businesses had sprung up, but it the largest buildings were inns and stables.
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Jul 13, 2016 11:14:32 GMT -8
Kaylie stubbornly refused Whir's offer of help, nearly falling off the gangplank as a result of this. An angry glare backed by the dual quivers of arrows on her back stifled the crew's laughter at her expense, and she walked into the town besides Whir.
"Let's take a tavern or inn alright. Eating on that damnable vessel is pointless for me, it will all just come up immediately anyway. And I am not certain I could eat a turtle anyway, damn things like to bite."
She was very happy to be on solid ground, to the point where she actually kissed it when they got away from the docks. The barest hint of a smile played about her face as they walked into town towards whatever Inn looked the rowdiest.
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Whir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 95
Age: 23
Physical Description: Whir stands approximately six feet and five inches (nearly two meters) tall. His skin ranges from pale to dark blue and is lined with bright markings that do not appear to be tattoos. Dark blue crystals shoot back from his scalp where hair would be on a pure blooded human. He is lithe and corded, muscles defined, but not pronounced.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Simple clothing hangs from Whir's slim body. The only apparent armor a banded chest plate made of what appears to be some dark wood. Resting on a loop attached to the back of this chest piece is a long and narrow sword. To the untrained observer it almost appears as a needle, with the eye replaced by a pommel set with some light blue gem. The sword is in fact, made from a single crystal of orichalcum. The rapier-like double edged blade is nearly indestructible despite its thin profile. A leather wrap starts at the pommel and runs about eighteen inches up the body of the sword, where immediately after, the five foot long blade takes an edge.
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 19:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Whir on Jul 13, 2016 15:22:02 GMT -8
"I think they were going to serve it in their little building there, but let's go ahead and get something from a tavern that doesn't smell like fish, huh?" He grinned at the archer, a bit of playfulness in his voice suggesting he might be teasing her a little.
Two large buildings flanked the small road up from the shore where it met the Silver Road. Both were inns with adjoining stable buildings and both looked like they could easily have 10 private rooms in their second stories. The their left was the Yawning Dragon, a green tiled roofed building that gave off a slightly Katashiman vibe; to the right, The Silver Slumber, a more stately and posh-looking structure. Whir could sense Kaylie's interest in the Yawning Dragon, a bustling crowd presently swelling with the ferry and coach traveler and worker traffic inside.
"Shall we," he asked the Sun Marshal, gesturing towards the green-roofed building. A few men who looked to be mercenaries or caravan guards had set up a table outside of the inn and we're smoking something odd smelling in thick pipes while drinking from large, capped tankards. They were boisterous enough already, he could just imagine what the inside would be like. Although, he noticed that despite their rowdiness, the seated men were completely polite and uncommonly thankful towards the tavern's serving girl.
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Jul 14, 2016 4:05:43 GMT -8
"Of course we shall. That other Inn looks to....rich, for my tastes I think. Better to be here with the common folk anyway. They tell far superior stories, and laugh at those that don't involve taxing the hell out of serfs."
The former bandit had no lost love for the rich and powerful, even in times when they had paid her to do work for them, she had always found a way to see to it that they were found out for the actions she had performed.
Her eyes quickly scanned the interior, spotting a table that had just been vacated in the corner. She taoped him on the shoulder and pointed in that direction.
"Come on, thats the only open table and it is ours."
Her hand rested on the dagger hidden at her waist, ready to fling into the table to claim it should someone else make a move on it. It was how things worked in every other tavern she had been in before. Well, the good ones at least.
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Whir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 95
Age: 23
Physical Description: Whir stands approximately six feet and five inches (nearly two meters) tall. His skin ranges from pale to dark blue and is lined with bright markings that do not appear to be tattoos. Dark blue crystals shoot back from his scalp where hair would be on a pure blooded human. He is lithe and corded, muscles defined, but not pronounced.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Simple clothing hangs from Whir's slim body. The only apparent armor a banded chest plate made of what appears to be some dark wood. Resting on a loop attached to the back of this chest piece is a long and narrow sword. To the untrained observer it almost appears as a needle, with the eye replaced by a pommel set with some light blue gem. The sword is in fact, made from a single crystal of orichalcum. The rapier-like double edged blade is nearly indestructible despite its thin profile. A leather wrap starts at the pommel and runs about eighteen inches up the body of the sword, where immediately after, the five foot long blade takes an edge.
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 19:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Whir on Jul 19, 2016 16:58:12 GMT -8
Whir followed the marshal to the corner table and seated himself. "These are the kinds of places to meet interesting folk for certain." When the serving girl, obviously of Katashiman or a similar lineage, came over, Whir asked after a room for the pair of travelers and ordered the sweetest sounding drink and fish dinner for himself.
"Get whatever," he told Kaylie. "I get a stipend for these kinds of things."
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Jul 20, 2016 4:02:27 GMT -8
She took a seat as close to across the table as she could get while still keeping an eye on the door. Old habits died hard, and a clear line of sight and shot to the exit was very important.
"I will have something land-based, the chicken looks good. And some ale, I don't care what kind, whatever is strongest."
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Whir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 95
Age: 23
Physical Description: Whir stands approximately six feet and five inches (nearly two meters) tall. His skin ranges from pale to dark blue and is lined with bright markings that do not appear to be tattoos. Dark blue crystals shoot back from his scalp where hair would be on a pure blooded human. He is lithe and corded, muscles defined, but not pronounced.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Simple clothing hangs from Whir's slim body. The only apparent armor a banded chest plate made of what appears to be some dark wood. Resting on a loop attached to the back of this chest piece is a long and narrow sword. To the untrained observer it almost appears as a needle, with the eye replaced by a pommel set with some light blue gem. The sword is in fact, made from a single crystal of orichalcum. The rapier-like double edged blade is nearly indestructible despite its thin profile. A leather wrap starts at the pommel and runs about eighteen inches up the body of the sword, where immediately after, the five foot long blade takes an edge.
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 19:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Whir on Jul 20, 2016 18:59:55 GMT -8
The dinners were delivered half an hour later, by which time Whir had been through several fruity alcoholic drinks. He didn't seem much worse for wear, aside from a permanent energetic smile. The fish he had ordered was cooked to a crispy outside with a flaky and moist meat trapped inside. He reveled in the taste. "You can go to big cities with professional chefs and you will never get this kind of home-cooked taste. The people that grow up on the river know how to cook fish!"
Between drinks and bites, Whir would poke around Kaylie's gruff demeanor. "So what brought a young lady like yourself into the arm of the Sun Marshalls. You don't seem to fit the 'do the thing without question' mold they look for."
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Jul 21, 2016 3:21:07 GMT -8
She drank a bit slower, knowing that she tended to try and fight people far bigger than herself when she drank a lot, and she had been warned against certain things when she signed up. Her own meal arrived, a simple hearty meal of chicken, beans, and rice, cooked excellently.
"I probably fit that mold better than anyone else that they have hired, their is not much I have not done for money, so long as they keep the pay coming I will do what they ask. I used to be a bandit you see, but got sick of incompetent companions constantly bungling jobs, so I decided to sign up and do what I was already doing for guaranteed pay and no threat of the law over my head."
She took a bite of her meal, having cut up the chicken with her dagger while she spoke and mixing the whole thing together on the plate.
"What about you? What is your story?"
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Whir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 95
Age: 23
Physical Description: Whir stands approximately six feet and five inches (nearly two meters) tall. His skin ranges from pale to dark blue and is lined with bright markings that do not appear to be tattoos. Dark blue crystals shoot back from his scalp where hair would be on a pure blooded human. He is lithe and corded, muscles defined, but not pronounced.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Simple clothing hangs from Whir's slim body. The only apparent armor a banded chest plate made of what appears to be some dark wood. Resting on a loop attached to the back of this chest piece is a long and narrow sword. To the untrained observer it almost appears as a needle, with the eye replaced by a pommel set with some light blue gem. The sword is in fact, made from a single crystal of orichalcum. The rapier-like double edged blade is nearly indestructible despite its thin profile. A leather wrap starts at the pommel and runs about eighteen inches up the body of the sword, where immediately after, the five foot long blade takes an edge.
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 19:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Whir on Jul 25, 2016 16:04:44 GMT -8
"Now that is a long one," Whir replies between sips. "And one not overly exciting or as fun as banditry." He took a long sip from his drink and set it before him. "My ancestry, as you may have noticed, is quite mixed. My father is a djinn and mother is, or was, a human. I grew up a half-breed in a world of political back stabbing and vying for power. Suffice it to say that I was the run of the litter and my mother an outcast in our society. So when she died, I left. And when I say left, I mean I left even the plane I was born to. I've come to realize most humans have never even dreamt of other planes less long visited them, but there you have it. I've been wandering and surviving since."
"Now I am in the employ of our regal Lady of Isra, doing what I do best for a pittance of coin here and there. It's a great deal for me, and I'm sure she can afford it."
"What are we going to do about the rest of this trip then? Care to risk the ferry again, or shall we walk the rest of the way?"
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Jul 25, 2016 16:22:50 GMT -8
"We can take the ferry...if it is that much faster than walking."
Kaylie finished eating her meal quickly, but the drink lasted much longer, a habit born of surviving in taverns that catered to particularly less than savory people. The drink got you to do things you might not otherwise have done, and she always hated killing them in the morning if they demanded more, and the quicker you ate your food, the less chance someone had tried to steal it...
"Wait, did you say planes? What do you mean by planes? Like, other worlds?"
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Whir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 95
Age: 23
Physical Description: Whir stands approximately six feet and five inches (nearly two meters) tall. His skin ranges from pale to dark blue and is lined with bright markings that do not appear to be tattoos. Dark blue crystals shoot back from his scalp where hair would be on a pure blooded human. He is lithe and corded, muscles defined, but not pronounced.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Simple clothing hangs from Whir's slim body. The only apparent armor a banded chest plate made of what appears to be some dark wood. Resting on a loop attached to the back of this chest piece is a long and narrow sword. To the untrained observer it almost appears as a needle, with the eye replaced by a pommel set with some light blue gem. The sword is in fact, made from a single crystal of orichalcum. The rapier-like double edged blade is nearly indestructible despite its thin profile. A leather wrap starts at the pommel and runs about eighteen inches up the body of the sword, where immediately after, the five foot long blade takes an edge.
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 19:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Whir on Aug 1, 2016 14:44:42 GMT -8
"Mm, indeed," he replied. "It's not all that spectacular a thing as you might think though. Humans might be the most populated race where I'm from, but they're ruled by others and used a slaves and entertainment. It wouldn't be a great place to visit."
"To answer your former question, the ferry will be faster, and usually smoother once you get your sea legs. Still, the river trip is nothing compared to the wave on the open ocean. There are some herbal things we can look at picking up tomorrow morning that help with the nausea."
"Not to put a damper on the evening, but I think I'll head up and secure our room. These places are notorious for bolt hole for the less-reputable to sneak in in the night when the guest is not a regular."
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Aug 2, 2016 16:31:52 GMT -8
"The herbal things would be most appreciated. And I well remember stealing from people who stayed in tavern's that I frequented. Why secure it? Be more fun if someone did break in."
She had a wicked grin on her face at the thought. It had been too long since she had taught somebody a lesson...at least a violent lesson.
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Whir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 95
Age: 23
Physical Description: Whir stands approximately six feet and five inches (nearly two meters) tall. His skin ranges from pale to dark blue and is lined with bright markings that do not appear to be tattoos. Dark blue crystals shoot back from his scalp where hair would be on a pure blooded human. He is lithe and corded, muscles defined, but not pronounced.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Simple clothing hangs from Whir's slim body. The only apparent armor a banded chest plate made of what appears to be some dark wood. Resting on a loop attached to the back of this chest piece is a long and narrow sword. To the untrained observer it almost appears as a needle, with the eye replaced by a pommel set with some light blue gem. The sword is in fact, made from a single crystal of orichalcum. The rapier-like double edged blade is nearly indestructible despite its thin profile. A leather wrap starts at the pommel and runs about eighteen inches up the body of the sword, where immediately after, the five foot long blade takes an edge.
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 19:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Whir on Aug 7, 2016 9:37:20 GMT -8
Whir cocked an eyebrow. He was growing less trustful of his companion by the minute. Still, Takhana wouldn't have hired her if she felt she was a danger to the Marshals or its agents and consultants. "I'd prefer a good night's sleep, personally."
After getting to his feet, he walked up to the bar and paid their current tab. If Kaylie wanted to drink further, she'd have to pay her own.
. . .
Having secured the small upstairs room, he settled down for the night. The room was small and the beds were smaller. He chose the one furthest from the door so his companion would have a shorter distance to cover in the event they needed to escape. His armor was simple and took little time to doff. He laid his sword down on the edge of his cot and then took his place next to it, his 6'7" frame folded into a lazy Z shape to fit.
He hoped Kaylie wouldn't spend too long drinking. Even with the herbal concoction, a stomach full of liquor would not be the best idea for another day on the ferry.
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Aug 8, 2016 8:26:36 GMT -8
Paying for any drink did not necessarily appeal to her, particularly given the waterborne journey she would be embarking upon the next morning. She finished her last drink and followed Whir upstairs to their room.
She carefully placed her stuff on the floor beside the bed, well within quick reach and she knocked an arrow to the bow so that she would not have to draw her bow and an arrow should someone break in.
"Night, Whir."
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Whir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 95
Age: 23
Physical Description: Whir stands approximately six feet and five inches (nearly two meters) tall. His skin ranges from pale to dark blue and is lined with bright markings that do not appear to be tattoos. Dark blue crystals shoot back from his scalp where hair would be on a pure blooded human. He is lithe and corded, muscles defined, but not pronounced.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Simple clothing hangs from Whir's slim body. The only apparent armor a banded chest plate made of what appears to be some dark wood. Resting on a loop attached to the back of this chest piece is a long and narrow sword. To the untrained observer it almost appears as a needle, with the eye replaced by a pommel set with some light blue gem. The sword is in fact, made from a single crystal of orichalcum. The rapier-like double edged blade is nearly indestructible despite its thin profile. A leather wrap starts at the pommel and runs about eighteen inches up the body of the sword, where immediately after, the five foot long blade takes an edge.
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 19:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Whir on Aug 18, 2016 18:46:54 GMT -8
Whir woke early the next morning. Rather than rousing his companion, he sneaked out of the room, careful not to wake her. In the time he was gone, he'd secure a moderate amount of anti-nausea powder.
Upon returning he'd attempt to pry Kaylie from sleep. "I've got that herbal remedy I talked about. You ought to like that it should be taken with alcohol to enhance the effect."
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