Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Sept 6, 2016 15:42:51 GMT -8
Gothmog lifted his foot to slam down on the pole with his boot. The stomp carried enough force to not only snap the pole but to also put a bootprint into the dock itself. A keen observer would note that there were some identical prints on the other docks nearby.
"Don't call me sir. It's 'Captain' or some variation of that. Why did you go for my shins?"
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Sept 7, 2016 15:45:32 GMT -8
Faelar seemed to be rather surprised by Gothmog’s move, stepping back a few steps at the violent stomp.
“Well Captain, I wanted to attack you where it would be harder for you to block with your arms. I was hoping to catch you off guard and maybe knock you off balance. I didn’t expect you to break it with your boot, though.”
Glancing around, Faelar considers what a better option would have been, he wasn’t quite sure at the moment.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Sept 9, 2016 12:39:55 GMT -8
"It also left you wide open to an attack from above. Or the side. Attacking down below is difficult unless you are some sort of flexible, martial arts genius. Which you are not. "
He took a large gulp of rum from the seemingly endless bottle he held in his left hand before continuing on his tirade.
"Ever shot a bow? A crossbow? Blowgun? Ballista? Sling? They all tell you to aim for the center of a person's mass. Legs should stay mobile during a fight, making them a difficult target. You are trying to stay alive, not impress a lady in a duel."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Sept 12, 2016 10:32:28 GMT -8
Hmm, more flexibility. Faelar would have to work on that, but not now.
“Yes, Captain, I understand. I haven’t used those weapons before, but I’ll try to aim for the center of mass now instead of the legs.”
Faelar would look around for a new pole as the previous one had been broken by Gothmog.
“Do you want me to continue with another pole or should I try attacking you unarmed?”
He was quite alert to the Captain's movements as he asked this question. He half expected him to attack him while speaking considering the previous experiences.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Sept 12, 2016 16:41:38 GMT -8
The Orc Captain smiled, crossing his arms and fixing Faelar with an amused gaze.
"Unarmed? Alright, why don't you hit me, right here." A single finger pointed to his stomach.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Sept 14, 2016 11:13:08 GMT -8
Faelar didn’t have a very good feeling about this, but he would have to try and fail to get anywhere in this training. Steeling himself for the worst, he would dart towards Gothmog.
Being prepared to dodge any counter attacks and back off if Gothmog appeared to make a preemptive strike, Faelar would feint a punch with his right hand at Gothmog’s stomach. If Gothmog appeared to react in a way that would leave himself open, he’d throw a kick at him. If he didn’t fall for it, Faelar would quickly back off.
Gothmog seemed to disapprove of heroic moves, so better to run and avoid being hit if he could help it.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Sept 21, 2016 4:00:40 GMT -8
Gothmog did not move, instead he took the punch, but did not flinch. His abs were rock solid, and would likely leave poor Faelar with a very bruised hand.
"Avoiding getting hit or killing your enemy before they get the chance are all well and good, but being able to take a hit, because, believe me, you will get hit, is almost as important. Your body should be as conditioned as you can make it."
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
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 Sept 22, 2016 0:52:33 GMT -8
Docks Eight and Nine stand ready for the arrival of Leif Havikson and his fleet of Varan longships. As is protocol, dock workers are on standby to assist with mooring, and a few token guards stand at the base of the docks in the spirit of preventing disputes. Additionally, one man, dressed well in some manner of uniform, stands at the end of the dock, another guard at his left side. Some manner of official, perhaps. He will continue to stand there, observing, unless approached.
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Leif Havikson
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Physical Description: Varan
Registered: Sept 19, 2016 15:42:40 GMT -8
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Post by Leif Havikson on Sept 22, 2016 12:24:18 GMT -8
The Varan longships were so numerous that they had to take turns pulling close to the docks, unloading cargo and warriors. The cargo was shown to the guards and other Isranian dockworkers as needed. They would find only fine furs, wine, gems, buunvar hides, and other minor trade commodities. This was all taken through the docks and into the Free Plains itself, where the Varan would be setting up a trading post and a small, temporary camp. Leif oversaw most of the work and would answer any questions the officials had. <exit to the Free Plains of Isra> (( The Isran Empire))
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Sept 25, 2016 12:02:53 GMT -8
Faelar let out a grunt as he punched Gothmog’s shockingly strong stomach. He would wince and shake his hand slightly, attempting to alleviate the pain. He knew orcs were strong but hadn’t expected their muscles to be that hard.
“Point taken, Captain. I will definitely work on being able to take my hit, I’m definitely too frail in my current state. Where should I have aimed for instead of your stomach if I was going for an unarmed attack if I might ask?”
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Sept 26, 2016 13:03:54 GMT -8
"Aim for a weak spot, if your enemy tells you where to hit him that is the last place you should hit him. The gonads are a good spot to aim for or the eyes. Though if I ever see you go for anything of mine I just mentioned I will keelhaul you."
He gestured to the many Isran ships gathered about the docks here, all of which he could captain if he so chose.
"If you don't know what keelhauling is, you should look it up."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Sept 27, 2016 12:55:12 GMT -8
“Of course, I would never try to do something like that against you Captain. I’m not sure exactly what it means, but it doesn’t sound like something I’d want to happen to me…”
Faelar looked around at the ships as Gothmog gestured, examining them. Although the Captain had been mentioning a punishment involving them it seemed, it had brought Faelar’s attention once more to how well made they were.
“Do you have any tips on fighting people much larger than yourself Captain? Although I know taking a fight you can’t win is bad, sometimes one will be forced into these situations.”
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Sept 28, 2016 16:00:25 GMT -8
"Hope that you have a friend that's bigger."
He chuckled to himself, a slight look of mirth passing across his face that was somehow more frightening than any other look he possibly could have had before the serious look returned.
"Find a way to even the odds, a polearm perhaps, to give you equal range. Failing that, outsmart it, big usually doesn't mean smart, unless they have magic. Magic and big usually means smart. If that happens, run like hell."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Sept 30, 2016 9:24:51 GMT -8
Faelar would continue training with Gothmog for several months, constantly asking various questions to glean some of the orcs combat experience. Receiving countless bruises and bumps from the rather intense training sessions, Faelar kept showing up, undeterred by the stress put on his body. He focused on whatever weapons Gothmog would urge him to learn, which meant much of the time none as unarmed training was fairly important. Finally, his time training would come to an end. He was extremely grateful to Gothmog, and would look to pay back the favor in the future.
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Knight-Captain Calgary
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 138
Age: 24
Physical Description: A fitting description is tall, dark, and handsome. He is tall, coming in at about 6'4" and weighing 225lbs, he is one if the largest Dawn Riders. He has brown eyes, and keeps his black hair close to his scalp.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a full set of heavy plate armor, as does his Griffin. He wields a large shield and a larger maul. No ranged weapons of any sort, though he does have an Isran banner flying off the back of his Griffin
Registered: May 12, 2016 9:42:25 GMT -8
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Post by Knight-Captain Calgary on Oct 12, 2016 12:18:12 GMT -8
Knight-Captain Calgary watched as his second platoon began to board their Griffin Carrier. He knew their eventual destination, knew that this would be the first combat test of the Dawn Riders - Naval Battalion. The squad headed for the Depravity had already left, and they were his most senior squad, assigned to protect the flagship of the Isran Navy. There was a cooling breeze coming off the ocean and the sun shone down, creating the perfect temperature for the Riders in their heavy gear. Everyone was in good spirits, the conflict long in the making finally here, and they were eager to prove themselves.
"Beautiful day to start a war," he said to no one in particular.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Oct 12, 2016 12:46:23 GMT -8
The Depravity was a truly magnificent specimen of a ship. Damn near 10,000 tonnes of iron, wood, and beauty. A culmination of Stark's mental genius, with inputs from Gothmog and Valerian, had made the flagship of the Isran Navy truly an awe-inspiring sight. Her complement of nearly eight hundred sailors and marines stood arrayed on the docks beneath him, minus the hundred or so he needed just to move the magically-powered sailing vessel next to this dock. Although he could not see it, the figurehead, depicting a version of Empress Naoki as a flaming angel of justice, was mounted prominently on the bow. The vessel came to a smooth stop next to the dock, and he stepped out from behind the wheel. "Lower the gangplank!" The gangplank landed on the dock with a resounding clang . Gothmog quickly made his way down it to stand on the dock and before the figure of the High Lady of Isra herself. He saluted as he took the last step onto the dock, probably the first and last one he would ever give.
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Ying-Na of the Acacia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 73
Age: 45
Physical Description: 5'7", athletic, darker skinned, more prominent epicanthic fold than Jun, straight, jet black hair with strands grey, warm cunning smile and deep brown eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: A rare, blue/black wildebeest hybrid in perfect health with no deformities, dubbed Indigo by Ying-Na
An enchanted black recurve composite bow with a slight blue glow; both it and any arrows fired from it are highly resistant to damage (the arrows lose this effect after a few minutes without exposure).
A Katashiman longbow which can shoot elemental arrows.
A quiver with dozens of handmade-arrows, along with an arrow-making kit
Lamellar hardwood armor on top of a high density silk gambeson.
two karambit hidden in her belt
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 21:13:33 GMT -8
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Post by Ying-Na of the Acacia on Oct 15, 2016 11:04:39 GMT -8
So this was the legendary Depravity.
Ying-Na trotted along the dock atop her great wildebeest, Indigo. The imposing dark furred beast groaned and swayed its ropey neck away from the blue horizon. Ying-Na grinned and scratched the creature behind the ears. "I know right? I've never seen so much water in my life. Don't worry we aren't gonna fall in."
Jun's mother was a greater source of Jun's tomboyism than even her father. The middle-aged woman felt as alien in a dress as human rights felt to a Goraian (zing!). With an inherent wanderlust comparable to, if not exceeding, her daughter's adventuring spirit, Ying-Na was pleasantly surprised indeed to be recommended for this mission. First Katashima, and now Alban.
"You watch kid. I can still teach you a thing or two about heroics." She grinned as she said this to herself.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Oct 17, 2016 5:09:46 GMT -8
Standing there toward the end of the dock, Lady Naoki, clad in her recently acquired armor, watches, silent and largely impassive. However, a slight smirk is present, as things tend to be with her. Truthfully, there are also some non-zero amounts of pride and excitement present. Months ago, she hired the leadership of Isra’s navy and told them that she wanted to rule the seas. Now, this behemoth of a ship stands before her. Large, in charge, and all but ready to firmly establish Isra as the naval superpower of the world.
As Gothmog approaches, Naoki removes the smirk and nods somberly in response to his salute. She considers asking if the ship is ready, just to hear him say that it is, but decides not to bother. Figuring that all of these sailors milling about are supposed to be the crew, Naoki figures that they’ll probably have to board the ship before it is prepared to depart. With this in mind, she steps off to the side, to the right of the gangplank, and holds her hands behind her back. Internally, she remarks that it would probably be awfully difficult to swim in this armor, despite it being enchanted so, and as such, is careful not to stand too close to the edge.
Though she doesn’t offer any commands to Gothmog, trusting him to proceed about things in the best way, it doesn’t seem like Lady Naoki intends on doing much more unless suggested to until it is time to board. It doesn’t seem like Naoki has noticed any varieties of furry beasts or Celandine women yet through the crowd of sailors.
Further away from the ship, out of the way, a mixed collection of Sun Marshals and Citadel Honor Guards seem to be standing around a pile of crates and assorted suitcases, responsible for Naoki’s luggage and the physical International Accord of Universal Rights and Protections, respectively. They also seem content to stand by until it is time to board.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Oct 17, 2016 5:26:59 GMT -8
Gothmog's crew, a hard-bitten lot consisting mainly of former inmates given their freedom in exchange for naval service and cowed into obedience by the Orc Captain himself, gave the Sun Marshals a wide berth accompanied by some competitive glares at the Citadel Guards. The traditional competitveness between those who served at sea and thise who served on land was evident in these brief interactions. Many of the Marshals would likely recognize a person or two that they had helped to apprehend, but the crew evidenced no thievery or other illicit activity. Gothmog himself stepped up and began issuing orders to the crew milling about.
"Liven up lads and lasses! This is the maiden voyage of our ship, and we will be hosting none other than the High Lady Naoki herself! So I want this ship in tip top condition or I will have your guts for garters and your livers for breakfast! Now move boys and girls!" He barely need to shout, all attention was on his imposing bulk and already loud voice. The sailors immediately responded, working with a hasty efficiency even Gothmog would find little fault in.
The massive orc turned to address the High Lady, gesturing towards the approaching woman and her bovine companion.
"Friend of yours Lady Naoki?"
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Ying-Na of the Acacia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 73
Age: 45
Physical Description: 5'7", athletic, darker skinned, more prominent epicanthic fold than Jun, straight, jet black hair with strands grey, warm cunning smile and deep brown eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: A rare, blue/black wildebeest hybrid in perfect health with no deformities, dubbed Indigo by Ying-Na
An enchanted black recurve composite bow with a slight blue glow; both it and any arrows fired from it are highly resistant to damage (the arrows lose this effect after a few minutes without exposure).
A Katashiman longbow which can shoot elemental arrows.
A quiver with dozens of handmade-arrows, along with an arrow-making kit
Lamellar hardwood armor on top of a high density silk gambeson.
two karambit hidden in her belt
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 21:13:33 GMT -8
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Post by Ying-Na of the Acacia on Oct 17, 2016 6:38:12 GMT -8
Ying-Na continued to trot along the dock until she made it to the edge of the gang plank. At one point she visibly picked her ear and apparently flung a small mass onto the wooden floor beneath them.
Gothmog and Naoki would find her wearing elegant looking, embroidered leather leather vest and various pieces, all over a white cloth. As she approached her recurve bow strapped to her back would become more visible. It had a very slight glow to it, coming from odd characters inscribed along the face of its upper and lower limbs. They might also notice the large longbow sitting on the back of her steed.
Seeing all the gruff looking men prep the ship for launch made her feel like a bit of an outsider. Of course she would never show weakness and betray that feeling on her face. Instead she'd try to be smug and remember who she was. There was no archer in all the Expanse (and possibly even Isra) better than her.
Indigo groaned again in displeasure. He had never seen a metal gang plank before and his instincts told him that it wasn't safe to step onto such a thin object suspended over the salty abyss below them. Ying-Na sensed his fear and hopped off. She started to pull his reigns to get him onto the plank. "Come on ya big coward I'm sure it's fine." But he was stubborn. She sighed and started calling out to the gruff looking crew. "Oi! Is this thing rated for up to 600 lbs?"
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