Deep Blue
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"Deep Blue" is the OOC name for this account.
Roleplay posts: 41
Registered: Jul 1, 2016 17:00:49 GMT -8
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Post by Deep Blue on May 21, 2017 20:19:04 GMT -8
"Eager to set off, are we? The men are just finishing loading up, we should be off soon," Captain Finley said, boarding the ship himself. It was not long before the gangplank was raised and the ship untied from the dock. Soon they would be sailing out of the harbor and towards The Ocean Gate.
All of the adventurers would be able to find suitable accommodations, which was no more than a bunk and a small trunk to store some things, though this was much better that most, who slept on hammocks for the most part. The sun would be nearing midday by now.
Meanwhile, the vibes that The Sparrow received were mixed somewhat, but mostly negative. She was the only woman aboard the ship, and most of the crew members were a bit superstitious regarding women aboard a pirate ship.
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Deep Blue
Established
"Deep Blue" is the OOC name for this account.
Roleplay posts: 41
Registered: Jul 1, 2016 17:00:49 GMT -8
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Post by Deep Blue on May 21, 2017 20:19:52 GMT -8
OOC: You guys can do one more round of posting but then I will be posting us out into the ocean, and skip a bit ahead to the point where things start happening.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 21, 2017 20:57:29 GMT -8
Raoul seemed in high spirits as he took his bunk. Whatever concerns he might have had before seemed to more or less evaporate when the captain assured them of a simple, easy voyage and basically free money. He took whichever bunk the other left free without complaint, used to sleeping on the road or in whatever was available at various inns already.
He trusted that the sailors were professionals and more or less tried to enjoy the view while staying out of their way.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on May 21, 2017 21:14:20 GMT -8
She quickly picked up on the vibe that she wasn't really welcomed with as much of the group, so her efforts to engage faded off to brief smiles and nods. Unlike Raoul, she did not stay within her bunk room. She liked the fresh air, needed the fresh air, actually, and never did well in small, confined quarters.
That is to say, if there was open air that she could choose instead of a closet-sized room, it'd be top deck for her. Aware that she made the crew nervous, however, she climbed the ropes to the top of the first sail, another still above her. Her cloak was in her room and so she was only her visible clothes, boots, and had a small bag around her arm.
Settling herself high, she leaned against the pole behind her and let one leg dangle off the edge, relaxing.
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Benjamin Jabari
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Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 28
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Standing at 6 ft 2, possessing a body that has been honed by years of working aboard a pirate ship, Benjamin Jabari is a fearsome sight to behold.
His tribal tattoos remind him of the life he used to have but his scars remind him of the man he has become. The scars on his back and arms remind him of battles fought and punishments recieved.
His jet black hair is tied behind his head in short dreadlocks.
He has a strong jaw, but curious eyes - always on the look out for the next adventure.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ben's main weapon is a long, thin-bladed scimitar, made of metal taken from a meteorite. Ben came across it in th cargo hold of a captured Saracen vessel and took it for his own. It blood red gleam caught his eyes immediately, surrounded by all the gold around it. Its dangerous beauty led him to give it the name "Vixen".
He also carries a one-handed crossbow for those tight situations where a sword just won't do. He has several quarrels hung around his body but it takes time to reload after each use.
He usually wears a brown sleeveless tattered cotton shirt, brown trousers sturdy black boots.
He wears a tribal pendant around his neck given to him by his father as a boy.
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Player's online availability : Now and then
Registered: May 13, 2017 3:06:38 GMT -8
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Post by Benjamin Jabari on May 22, 2017 4:49:36 GMT -8
For his part, Ben stayed on the quarterdeck by the ship's wheel, chewing the helmsman's ear and swapping stories of voyages and battles past. However, he couldn't get any further information from the man about their current mission. Though naturally superstitious, he didn't share the crew's anxiety about having a woman on board. The disquiet he felt about The Sparrow stemmed purely from the magic he sensed around her. Nevertheless, at least she was nominally on his side. After exhausting the helman's patience, he wandered on to the stern of the ship on to edge of the poop deck, and began sharpening his scimitar whilst chewing on some hardtack he'd pilfered from the galley. The movement of the small whetstone up and down the blade was therapeutic and calmed his eager mind.
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The Isran Empire
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Roleplay posts: 105
Registered: May 23, 2017 16:46:10 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on May 24, 2017 14:30:19 GMT -8
On the docks, an exploration party prepared for a journey. Researchers shouted at porters, telling them to be careful with expensive equipment. Explorers and adventurers laced up their boots and checked their packs. Soldiers milled about, wondering what they'd gotten themselves into. Above it all, Mr. Lawrence Mullingham watched over everything from the crow's nest of the Inquiry. This was his second expedition to the southern jungles, and the sixth overall. People generally knew how things worked at this point. However, it wasn't riches or ancient temples they were looking for this time. No, this party was searching for the fifth expedition, which had vanished into the jungle just over a week ago. Satisfied that everything was going smoothly, Mr. Mullingham donned his pith helmet and climbed down the mast to meet with the newcomers. Because of the rushed nature of the expedition, they'd had to recruit some outside contractors. Luckily, Minister Fletcher had assured him that they were skilled and reliable people. Once he got down, he headed down the gangplank to the docks. "Mr. Saedonis? Mr. Merresht? Ms. Starwell? Are you all ready to go?" ( Adriel Saedonis Merresht Alryca Starwell)
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Alryca Starwell
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: She has a tall, lithe frame, if a bit better endowed than most of her elven kin. Long, platinum blonde hair streams down to nearly her waist, and her long fingers are frequently seen twirling it. Her eyes are vibrantly blue, and constantly looking about to take in new sights. She has no particular preference in clothing, dressing reasonably fashionable as far as she can afford.
Clothes and Equipment: She has a wand that she carries on her person at all times, with it, she performs her magic. Sketchbooks and drawing items are held in a small satchel at her waist. She is usually wearing robes due to her position as a junior member of the Isran enclave, a position earned solely by the dearth of summoners amongst magic users.
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Jan 26, 2017 13:05:24 GMT -8
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Post by Alryca Starwell on May 24, 2017 16:40:53 GMT -8
Alryca was super excited for this journey. Her first real Enclave assignment! Going to search some ancient ruins and save some other expeditions! And hopefully garner some new drawings for her collection! Oooooooooh, do ancient ruins contain old spells? New summons! Eldritch horrors!? The possibilities were endless! Her musings were interrupted by the man who had hired her.
"Oh yeah, I am definitely ready!"
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Adriel Saedonis
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Roleplay posts: 15
Physical Description: An angular face, blue eyes and soft, shoulder-length blonde hair grows from the hair of this young soldier.
Adriel is not overly large, but a lack of fat and constant physical training make his muscle definition similar to that of a heroic statue, or an epic painting.
Clothes and Equipment: For battle, he wears a suit of armour given to him by his maternal grandfather, a set of near full-plate armour coated in a bronze-brown colouring and crafted to have an almost ancient aesthetic that's detailed with white cloth and monster horns. To those who ever fought with or against his grandfather, they would know it to be The Amour of the White Lion.
As for weapons and shield, Adriel has a rather extensive collection of both and tends to swap what he wields to what he thinks would suit the situation. However, he is generally known to carry at least a sword and/or a dagger, as well as a shield.
Registered: May 21, 2017 13:00:50 GMT -8
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Post by Adriel Saedonis on May 24, 2017 18:52:32 GMT -8
Adriel stood there, helmet under his arm as he looked out over the ocean's horizon. A handful of his thirty soldiers were set to task carrying supplies and cargo to their ship, but the majority were assembled and waiting to board with all their equipment in tow. They wore a lighter version of their full armour, knowing full well that they were going into the heat and murkiness of the jungle; Adriel's orders. The basic, most protected areas of the armour were still there, but certain elements of it had been toned down and made lighter for ease of movement and temperature control.
"I'm ready," Adriel told them, wearing the same full armour that he had worn when meeting Minister Fletcher. Why did he still wear full armour, and not his soldiers? Because it was a status of authority and family for him, an icon of his leadership and willingness to face hardships that he would not even make his soldiers face. Of course, he had the advantage of his armour's high quality craftsmanship - it may get sweaty in there, but it was lighter than most armour none-the-less.
"Men, board the ship," he ordered, then watched as his soldiers began to file up the gangplank to their boat.
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Merresht
Committed
Roleplay posts: 56
Physical Description: Seven feet tall, not counting the horns, with sandy brown scales, fading to cream on the ventral side. A six foot tail snakes behind, useful for balance and bracing, and defense in a pinch. Merresht has gold-yellow eyes with slitted pupils, and narrow nostrils.
Clothes and Equipment:
Merresht dresses in more or less fashionable clothing embellished with decorative patterns and trimmed in fur or feathers. A variety of accessories are always a part of any ensemble, with necklaces, belts, or even tools and weapons carefully selected to accent any outfit.
Registered: May 10, 2017 17:39:26 GMT -8
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Post by Merresht on May 24, 2017 19:53:20 GMT -8
Merresht walked along the dock with a slow, slightly jerky pace. Easily seven feet, plus horns, the reptilian scholar towered over over most of the dockworkers and other members of the expedition. He was dressed for travel, in rugged, sturdy clothing trimmed in fur, as well as bearing several decorative elements of teeth and claws. He carried with him his notebooks and other academic paraphernalia in a satchel. He also had a disturbingly long sword with a curved, single-edged blade slung over his shoulder. “Yes. Quite ready, mammal, thank you.” He spoke with a steady, inflectionless voice. His lips and tongue didn’t move in the same way as a human’s, giving his words a disturbingly alien quality made all the more strange by his perfect pronunciation and collegiate accent. The hundreds of needle-like teeth certainly didn’t help. “The construction of ships and boats by your species is fascinating. Poorly adapted for aquatic life, even by the standards of entirely land-based animals. Unable to swim well, to close your nostrils, or even to hold your breath for more than a few minutes under ideal circumstances, and yet you pour effort and expertise into the mastery of travel by water. And not merely by the rivers so many of your species depend upon for survival, but by the open sea, much further from land than you could ever hope to swim in case of trouble. And yet there is no denying that your species has prospered by it, and thrives in ways that would be otherwise impossible…” He continued speaking in his highly-detailed, stream of consciousness way as he boarded the ship, not seeming to even notice if the people around him were listening or not.
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 105
Registered: May 23, 2017 16:46:10 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on May 24, 2017 20:07:41 GMT -8
Mullingham nodded, glad to see that his whole party was here. The lizard was a bit odd, but he was used to odd people. Besides, he'd already been warned that Mr. Merresht was a bit eccentric. There was no denying that he was an excellent researcher, though. The girl, Alryca seemed nice enough as well. It was always good to have an Enclave mage along on the expedition. Hopefully she wouldn't be too fussy. Mages were complete divas, in his experience. The soldiers were new to him, however. He'd never seen an expedition so heavily guarded. However, with the last expedition missing in the jungle, he figured that it was better to be safe than sorry. He climbed back onto the ship and stood at the prow, looking over all those still milling about the dock.
"Alright, everybody. Board the ship, it's time to leave! Let the sixth expedition to the southern jungles commence!"
The party boarded the Inquiry, and the anchor was raised. The ship sailed forth from the dock, Isran flag flying high.
[Exit to the Jungles of Kabal]
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The Isran Empire
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Roleplay posts: 105
Registered: May 23, 2017 16:46:10 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Jun 9, 2017 21:47:03 GMT -8
Members of the Isran Expeditionary Corps milled about the docks, prepping their ships for departure. The Scrutiny, the IEC's flagship exploration vessel, sat proudly at the head of the line, sails folded. Directly down the dock, two fully-fitted warships and four frigates were also being prepared for launch. After all, it would be a rather poor decision to send the unarmed Scrutiny on its own into dangerous waters. The escort was just for the explorers' safety, according to the higher-ups. The guards sat around the dock, watching seagulls and whistling at women as they waited for the order to embark. Porters hauled supplies down into the cargo holds, and the members of the exploration party gathered in front of the Scrutiny. The captain looked over his list and waited impatiently for Skarlet , Julia Rafine , Ryden Greyiron and Inspector Zurt , among others.
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Jun 9, 2017 23:04:36 GMT -8
The Empress' daughter arrived at the dock, looking gorgeous as usual and carrying her parasol. Her mother saw it fit to send her on this expedition and Skarlet was glad to go. With her free hand she greets the captain with a slight bow, caring to make it as respectful as she can without putting herself in danger of burning in the sunlight. "How do you do, captain? I'm ready to board."
Skarlet looks around to see who else was going on the expedition, the chancellor would be the only one she recognizes. Once cleared to board the ship she would make sure her things were secure in her cabin and then look for others to converse with, meet who she'd be around for the coming months.
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Inspector Zurt
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Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 3000 years of storage, only recently activated.
Physical Description: A monster of metal and magic, Zurt's body features countless spikes of razor sharp metal. A slight glow of something can be seen between parts of the metal in his chest area. He moves via numerous metallic tentacles in an almost mesmerizing way. His hands feature long sharp talons on each finger, shaking his hand is not advised.
He is approximately 7 feet tall when in his normal standing position. It should be noted he can fit his body through surprisingly small spaces despite his bulky appearance.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wields a whip which can extend to 15 feet long. It features sharp shards of metal, made of the same thing Zurt himself is made of. It appears to have a life of its own almost, as Zurt can command it to move in any such way he desires.
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Registered: Dec 9, 2015 9:55:31 GMT -8
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Post by Inspector Zurt on Jun 10, 2017 9:01:15 GMT -8
Inspector Zurt’s arrival was denoted by the scraping sound of his tentacles against the pavement as he swiftly pulled himself along. Pausing for a moment as he reached the ship, Zurt turned his piercing gaze on the captain, staring at the man intently for a few seconds. After the brief silence, Zurt addressed him in his usual metallic and gravelly voice. “I am Inspector Zurt. I shall be accompanying you on the Scrutiny for this journey.”
Without anymore elaboration, Zurt slithered onto the ship, making a beeline for the ship’s hold.
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Julia Rafine
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Physical Description: In the darkness, Julia almost seems solid; but in brighter light, her incorporeal nature is obvious to even the casual viewer looking through her. At 5'10", Julia is rather tall for a human woman, and a build that many would describe as Amazonian. She has light brown, almost blonde, hair and grey eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment:
She is usually seen in the uniform and/or armor of an Isranian Legionnaire. Her armor, weapons, and other gear retain the same semi-transparent appearance as their owner.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 22:18:20 GMT -8
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Post by Julia Rafine on Jun 10, 2017 9:25:10 GMT -8
Julia had only been back to Isra for a short time when she received new orders. It was hard to be away again, but in a way, it was comforting. She was a soldier, after all. She was not a sailor, though, and so she was not helpful for this stage of the expedition. In the light of day, it was trivial to look through her and see the waters beyond, her supernatural nature plain to all. Not that she ever particularly tried to hide it, but it was particularly obvious at the moment.
There was no pacing or pointless checking and rechecking of gear and arms. The ghostly centurion was a professional, and simply stood quietly to the side of the dock, out of the way with her family, who had come to see her off. She hugged her mother and her two brothers and spoke to them quietly while she waited for the signal to board.
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Jun 18, 2017 9:50:28 GMT -8
Two peculiar individuals showed up, a metallic monster and a centurion that had an odd feeling radiating around her, similar to the feeling when another vampire is near but not the same. Getting a better look, the centurion looked somewhat see-through.
Skarlet wondered now how long until departure.
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 105
Registered: May 23, 2017 16:46:10 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Jun 18, 2017 20:24:43 GMT -8
The "princess" would not have to wonder for very long. The assembled adventurers and soldiers boarded the ships. Flags were raised, sails were unfurled, and anchors were raised. The Isran Expeditionary Corps set out, with the escort trailing behind the Scrutiny in a close formation.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Sept 27, 2024 14:33:40 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2017 0:24:08 GMT -8
Staying submerged as much as possible, Kelda moved about carefully to slip around the long posts that anchored and supported the docks around the area - counting out the number and size of rounded bottoms that were clear indicators of ships in harbor. The question was, which one should she attempt on first? Perhaps it was a matter of starting out small and watching the land dwellers scratch their heads and begin to buzz in paranoia. That was always entertaining to witness. So perhaps she needed to find a small, few-manned boat to sink first.
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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 Jul 13, 2017 2:48:51 GMT -8
In Port Silverion, the larger merchant ships are docked toward the center of the harbor, on the large piers, and smaller vessels utilize the appropriately sized facilities toward the south end of the harbor. It would be down on the southern end that Kelda would find what she’s looking for. Here, piers stretch out some hundred feet out into the water at regular intervals, and ships are parked between them. There seem to be perhaps fifty odd ships down in this portion, varying in size from about fifteen to eighty feet.
Many of these ships belong to independent merchants or privately wealthy individuals. As Kelda watches, a few come and go, and if she approaches, she may see that humans move on and off some ships. Topside, the smells of ocean air, unwashed sailors, and fish underpin the daily proceedings at Port Silverion, which continue without incident.
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Aydın Behram
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 34
Player's online availability : When I remember to post here.
Registered: Aug 7, 2017 9:42:44 GMT -8
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Post by Aydın Behram on Aug 7, 2017 12:54:53 GMT -8
Arriving from the port gate, Aydın begins to search the port for a suitable dining location. He proceeds up Starks Street and enters Stark's Inn.
[Leave to Stark's Inn]
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Aeris Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 16
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A half-elf by race, nearly a pure elf by looks. Her features are angular, her eyes a flaming amber and her hair a scarlet red. Her body is thin framed but all her muscles are toned and firm.
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Prefers soft dresses. http://i.imgur.com/GXl3HVV.png
A quarter staff she uses as a walking stick is always with her.
Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Aug 21, 2017 14:42:33 GMT -8
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Post by Aeris Volknir on Aug 22, 2017 11:56:51 GMT -8
A long boat docked and some of the crew began loading and unloading a variety of goods, most notably very fine pelts, interesting wooden trinkets, and some small ornate furniture. This was the first trade mission by the Volknir outside of their homeland, a small endeavor meant to be little more than a test run. However the Volknir's leader by proxy, Aeris, had come along to see things through and see what other, hopefully grander, opportunities may lay in wait of this foreign land. She disembarked the boat, leaning heavily on her walking stick for support. The young woman of elvish decent dressed in a simple yet pretty dress and soon found four shield maidens escorting her with spear and shield. One could note that the majority of them had red hair of various hues from a dark crimson to a firey orange, Aeris herself sporting a scarlet mop. With the rest of the trade party busy unloading and loading goods, Aeris and her guards would proceed beyond the city and deeper into Isranian territory.
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