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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Aug 7, 2016 18:55:27 GMT -8
A set of white spires flank the natural tunnel which leads into the capital city of Esdar’ai. The road made of shining white stones that extends from the city follows the length of the main thoroughfare through the nation, a path of light and shining hope guiding one to the religious and political heart of the nation. This gate is manned by the military at all times, and those seeking to enter the city must stop for inspection. |
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Yoxia Hiro
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Hiro is a young man who stands of average stature with a straight back and a smile on his face. His complexion is rather pale and he has a staggeringly low amount of body fat, instead being built exclusively of a tremendously well-defined musculature despite not being large. Hiro's hair is dark and kept quite short in all areas except the very back, where a few inches width of hair has been allowed to grow right down to his hips.
Hiro's face has a softly triangular shape, with a straight nose and a narrow chin. His eyes are dark brown, with straight and prominent eyebrows above them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hiro tends to wear attire fit for travelling, with leather boots, wrist bracers and pants resembling a martial artist's gi. His upper body is covered by a waist-length, kimono-like shirt in white; held closed by one side wrapped over the other at halfway down the chest; which is then kept in place by a wide, slightly darker sash wrapped around the waist and tied in position so that it falls down to his left knee. His shirt has a tall collar, over which hang various trinkets fastened to several separate leather strings.
Around his waist is a leather belt from which he hangs pouches and other personal items including throwing knives and a dark purple cloth that falls to just above his right knee. Above this belt a decorative red-orange rope is similarly wrapped, which also keeps secured the sash that holds in place his shirt.
Finally a leather strap worn from above one arm to below the other keeps a scabbard fastened to his back, in which he holds a long straight sword made in a far-east style.
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Player's online availability : Sometimes.
Registered: Oct 2, 2016 6:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Yoxia Hiro on Oct 3, 2016 14:22:57 GMT -8
Having been travelling along the road for quite some time, Hiro finally came upon the white spires that stood watch over the tunnel. His bag and stick had gone by this point, him having eaten their contents earlier and stuffed the remaining clock into a pouch for later use. The stick had been dropped somewhere on the road of white stones further back, which he found to be both impressive and beautiful.
Still he was here now; at the soldier-manned gate to the capital of Esdara. He wondered what the city would look like, or what he might find inside it, but could do no more than guess until he actually got there. First he had to pass the soldiers, so he approached them and came to a halt.
"I would like to seek entry to the capital," he spoke while taking his identification papers and handing them over.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Oct 3, 2016 14:46:49 GMT -8
The guards at the entrance were much more alert than the ones at the Door had been, although there were also fewer of them. One stepped forward to stop Hiro, and took his papers. He skimmed them quickly, verifying their authenticity, then nodded and handed them back.
"Welcome to Esdar'ai, sir."
With that, the guards stepped aside, allowing him to pass through the tunnel into the city.
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Yoxia Hiro
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 22
Physical Description: Hiro is a young man who stands of average stature with a straight back and a smile on his face. His complexion is rather pale and he has a staggeringly low amount of body fat, instead being built exclusively of a tremendously well-defined musculature despite not being large. Hiro's hair is dark and kept quite short in all areas except the very back, where a few inches width of hair has been allowed to grow right down to his hips.
Hiro's face has a softly triangular shape, with a straight nose and a narrow chin. His eyes are dark brown, with straight and prominent eyebrows above them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hiro tends to wear attire fit for travelling, with leather boots, wrist bracers and pants resembling a martial artist's gi. His upper body is covered by a waist-length, kimono-like shirt in white; held closed by one side wrapped over the other at halfway down the chest; which is then kept in place by a wide, slightly darker sash wrapped around the waist and tied in position so that it falls down to his left knee. His shirt has a tall collar, over which hang various trinkets fastened to several separate leather strings.
Around his waist is a leather belt from which he hangs pouches and other personal items including throwing knives and a dark purple cloth that falls to just above his right knee. Above this belt a decorative red-orange rope is similarly wrapped, which also keeps secured the sash that holds in place his shirt.
Finally a leather strap worn from above one arm to below the other keeps a scabbard fastened to his back, in which he holds a long straight sword made in a far-east style.
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Player's online availability : Sometimes.
Registered: Oct 2, 2016 6:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Yoxia Hiro on Oct 3, 2016 14:51:08 GMT -8
Hiro gave a slight bow, took his papers back and then passed on through the tunnel.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 21, 2016 9:11:02 GMT -8
After wandering the countryside and marveling at the wonders of Esdaran agriculture, Roy and Vera of the Celadine found themselves at the gates of the capital city. Roy chewed a chocolate bar happily, pleased to be walking down paved roads. As much as Vera liked nature, Roy much preferred the city. Everything was nice and clean, and there weren't as many bears.
"Wow...I'd never have imagined that there'd be a city like this in the sky. I can't wait to see it! Just think about it, Vera! Gauldin and Isra and all the others are all the way down below...I'll bet I'm the first Fletcher to ever be this high in the sky! I'm further up than Great-uncle Rabi, or Cousin Rooth, or even Great-great-aunt Rilae! Great-great-aunt Rilae climbed a magic rope up into the sky before, but she didn't even get close to this height! Is this what it's like to be tall?"
He looked up at the amazonian Vera, who practically towered over him.
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183 
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Oct 21, 2016 9:49:59 GMT -8
Vera was a little sad to leave the countryside, but it would be a shame not see what the cities were like. She'd found the floating island to be interesting, it was more than large enough that in some places you could almost forget you were up in the sky. But then you came upon one of the edges and stared down below you, or noticed a cloud floating past at eye level. Overall, the druidess decided she liked it. She looked over at Roy and snorted at his question.
"If you want to know what its like when you are tall, just stand on a foot stool Roy."
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Oct 21, 2016 22:53:43 GMT -8
The guards flanking the tunnel into the city eyed the two curiously, and one of them bowed slightly in greeting.
"Welcome to Esdar'ai. Do you have your entry papers?"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 22, 2016 8:14:31 GMT -8
Roy nodded, holding up his papers. He'd nearly lost them to a pack of roaming birds, but had luckily been able to recover them without too much pecking.
"Here you go! All the papers are here, sirs."
He gave the guards a friendly smile. They seemed like nice enough people.
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Oct 23, 2016 18:47:09 GMT -8
"Er, yeah just a sec." Vera rummages in her various pouches before she locates the crumbled papers. She smooths them out as best she can on her leg before handing them over to the man.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Oct 23, 2016 19:48:30 GMT -8
Taking the papers from both Roy and Vera, the guard examined them, then handed them back - with a very deep bow to Vera.
"Welcome, Lady Vera. You and your companion may pass through. May the winds blow ever at your back."
The guards then moved aside to let the pair into the city.
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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.
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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 Oct 24, 2016 18:55:31 GMT -8
Like the guards at the previous border, these would also see a black speck on the horizon that was rapidly moving towards them. As it moved closer, it slowed down in speed, sphere vanishing about fifty feet away from the tunnel as Grandma dropped a foot or so to the ground.
Papers in hand, Grandma approached the tunnel entrance, ready to hand them over to whatever guard requested them.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Oct 24, 2016 19:09:11 GMT -8
Much like those at the fortress, the guards standing before the tunnel watched the sphere's approach with a touch of concern. When it disappeared and an elderly woman approached, they were leery, but one of them nonetheless took her papers. Examining them thoroughly, they were then handed back with a bow, and Grandma was waved into the city without issue.
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Bishop
Established
I-I'm not scared!
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 19
Physical Description: A mid-height man, roughly 5'10, and relatively thin. His body is pale and unaccustomed to manual-labour, or the heat of the sun. He carries himself with a brisk and purposeful gait, with long strides with an intent end outcome. His body language is typically closed, a reflection for his timidity.
His face is soft and immature, making him appear younger then what his age may appear. His eyes are a shade of blueish purple and usually possess bags underneath them, due to his traditionally hectic schedule. His hair is white and curly, reaching down to his neck past his jawline.
Clothes and Equipment: He carries no weapons per se. He carries a wooden stave for use in mountainous terrain, but may also be used in combat, if the time comes to it.
He wears a green tunic, lined with ornate golden patterns upon the sleeves. On his waist, he wears a leather belt, hoisted to it a coin pouch and a satchel for general storage. Over his tunic he wears a darker green cloak, bound upon the centre by a red-bow. The outside of the cloak has the same golden lining as on his sleeves, but in a triangular pattern.
He wears a green cap upon his head, of both the lighter green of his tunic and the darker green of the cloak, the lighter green of the cap situated upon the sides, while the darker green situated upon the middle of the cap. The light green is edged with golden lines and a single, golden symbol is upon the very centre of the cap.
His trousers are the same colour as his tunic, with the same patterns upon the bottom of them, at the ankles. He wears leather boots, new and shiny. He hasn't been on the road for long and is inexperienced.
Player's online availability : GMT +8
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 19:50:36 GMT -8
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Post by Bishop on Oct 25, 2016 2:38:45 GMT -8
He stumbled up to the gate, carrying the papers in hand. He was cold and hungry and frankly sick of the turbulent winds. He just wanted a warm and heart meal, someplace to sleep, and a nice long bath. He'd begin touring the city tomorrow, he decided.
He handed the documents to the nearby guard.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Oct 25, 2016 8:13:59 GMT -8
The guard took the papers, looked them over thoroughly, then handed them back.
"Everything's in order. Carry on, sir, and enjoy your stay."
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Feb 28, 2017 12:39:53 GMT -8
Fenrir made his way down the path towards the city of Esdar'ai. He whistled a tune as he strolled towards the next checkpoint on his journey, wondering just how many times he would have to hand in paperwork on his journey.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Feb 28, 2017 17:24:29 GMT -8
The guards at the mouth of the tunnel eyed Fenrir warily as he approached, never having seen a creature of this ilk before, but there was no violence in their mannerisms. Indeed, one plucky youngster stepped forward without an ounce of fear and extended his hand toward the male.
"May I see your papers, sir?"
Presuming they were handed over, he'd look at them closely, verifying the seal and signatures were valid, then hand them back.
"Everything seems to be in order. Please proceed."
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Mar 1, 2017 11:16:22 GMT -8
Fenrir obliged, handing over the papers to the fearless guard, and waiting patiently for them to be returned.
"Thank you very much" he said, proceedimg past them into the city.
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