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 8, 2016 0:37:17 GMT -8
Hiro followed quietly.
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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 Oct 28, 2016 15:23:44 GMT -8
Grandma entered the plaza, coming from the path that led to the High Church of Esdar which she had just exited. Briefly looking around, Grandma would make her way to the most secluded bench she could find. Sitting down, she would rearrange her robes until she was comfortable and then begin to channel mana into the communication device. The person she desired to speak to was Jun.
Jun, this is Grandma here. I am currently in Esdara at the Plaza of Aeleria. I am in need of a bit of help from you and would appreciate it if you could come here to assist me. I am capable of opening a portal to allow for instant transportation if you are willing to assist me.
For now, Grandma would simply wait to see if Jun replied. Although Jun might not be able or willing to come here, this was the fastest option Grandma had to meet the leaders of Esdara.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410 
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Oct 29, 2016 9:30:44 GMT -8
AAHHH! Jun gave a little high pitched yep in Grandma's brain.
After a brief silence Grandma would hear Jun's voice respond.
Uh, not yet! Give me 30 seconds...
After another brief silence Jun would respond again.
Uh, ok, yah yah go ahead and teleport me.
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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 Oct 29, 2016 10:29:28 GMT -8
Grandma made no comment on Jun’s rather odd reaction to being contacted. Upon the confirmation that she was ready, a portal would split the air before Grandma. Through it, Jun would be on the other side, about five feet away from it. Grandma didn’t want to accidentally take off a limb by opening it too close to Jun.
“Thank you for being able to accommodate my request so quickly, Jun. Hopefully what I’m wanting won’t take very long, but you never know when it comes to the leaders of a nation…”
Offering Jun a smile, Grandma would wait until she stepped through the portal, closing it once she was clear of it.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Oct 29, 2016 10:58:52 GMT -8
Jun hopped through the portal onto the ground. She had a hurried look and her head started darting around. But she breathed a sigh of relief when she realized there was no danger. Grandma hadn't specified why she had been summoned after all. She was dressed in simple embroidered cloth robes tied by a rope-like belt. She smelled slightly of lavender, and her hair was matted and wet. There was a towel wrapped around her neck.
"Grandma, it's good to see you. Sorry for the delay. I was bathing when you called." She smiled sheepishly.
Despite this, she still had Resonance with her. The lustrous blue sword gleamed towards Grandma as if it was greeting her.
"You're meeting with the Esdaran government? I take it that means you want me to put in a good word for something?" She said this while taking the towel and finishing drying her hair.
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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 Oct 29, 2016 11:35:22 GMT -8
Grandma laughed when she apologized for the delay, a slight hint of joviality in her eyes.
“No problem my dear, I don’t think thirty seconds of waiting when you just traveled many thousands of miles is anything to be worried over.”
Glancing around, as Grandma hadn’t given her surroundings much attention yet, she turns back to Jun, deciding to get straight to the point.
“I’ll get to the meat of the matter right away, as I’m sure you’re quite busy. As you say, I’m needing a bit of assistance with the government of Esdara. I only recently arrived here and am quite interested in learning about the Esdarians history and religion. From what I’ve gathered, the two leaders of Esdara hold much of this info closely to them. I wish to meet with them and discuss this matter, which would take time normally.”
Pausing for a second, Grandma eyes Resonance as it gleamed slightly. She had heard of the sword before but hadn’t seen it in person yet, it was quite an interesting artifact by the looks of it.
“However, from what I gather, as one of the first people to arrive here from the ground, you are held in a high regard. I would ask that you accompany me to see the leaders of Esdara and vouch for me to them, that I don’t mean any harm to them and only wish to assist them. I do truly believe I can assist the people of Esdara, assuming the tales of their religion are even remotely accurate.”
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Oct 29, 2016 14:31:00 GMT -8
"So you just want me to vouch for you?" When she was done drying her hair, she tossed the towel into the air. It disappeared in a bright flash. A small comb appeared in her hand instead, and she began brushing. "I'm happy to. After you helped me set up the Land-Tiller's defense system, it's the least I can do." Jun breathed easier knowing that her assistance wasn't some sort of emergency; though she was a tad miffed at herself for not simply asking what was up, or she might have dressed a bit fancier.
She struggled to remember the details of their religion when she first arrived onto the island nation.
"Uhh, I seem to remember their mythology revolves around two important figures. One is a being called the Skywarden, and the other is some kind of evil demon. Xoilun. I offered to help fight Xoliun but apparently he hasn't shown up in a thousand years or something. Is what your after related to them?"
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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 Oct 29, 2016 15:06:24 GMT -8
“That’s good to hear, I think your presence will make things much simpler. Also, how is your defense system holding up? Is it managing to ward off the major threats that threaten the Land Tillers?”
Motioning for Jun to follow her, Grandma would take off at a brisk pace towards the Palace of the Skies. No reason not to start moving towards their destination while they conversed.
“Something like that. I spoke to one of their priest who gave me the basic rundown of their history. It sounded quite interesting but left me wanting for more. The priest implied much of the info is only known to the Crown and Sword and some of it is located in their private library. I’m hoping to gain access to that to assist them and better understand the religion of their people, but we’ll see if I can convince them of that.”
<Exit to The Gate of the Skies>
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Oct 29, 2016 18:18:26 GMT -8
"Well, the tests show that it definitely works, but there are some opponents it may have trouble dealing with. Hopefully we don't have to fight any giant burrowing heavily armored snake monsters. I'm probably just being paranoid but you never know..."
Jun trotted along, completely unsurprised by Grandma's brisk pace. She probably artificially increases the size of her limbs in relation to the rest of her body or something, hidden under the cloak.
With that amusing image Jun thought about Grandma's words. "Alright. That sounds interesting. Let's just put on our best social graces, and maybe let them continue to think you're just a sweet old lady." She winked.
<Exit>
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Nov 16, 2016 15:18:59 GMT -8
After leading Bishop through the streets, pointing out various sights that were far less impressive - details of fine architecture, different paths to different places, things like that - Dasyra and her Lowlander companion finally emerged into the Plaza of Aeleria. The plaza was bustling with activity, as it usually was during the day, people gathered to chat and make plans and the like. The looming gates that barred the way to the Palace of the Skies were visible off to their left, and directly across the way he could glimpse the domes and arches of the High Church of Esdar. Dasyra planted her hands on her hips and smiled with great satisfaction.
"Well, this is it. The Plaza of Aeleria. It was named after a prior Winged Crown of Grace, who gave her life to save us, and that's who the statue is of." She pointed toward the likeness of the winged woman who seemed to almost be watching over the square and its occupants.
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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 Nov 17, 2016 3:56:37 GMT -8
"Wow!"
Bishops face practically lit up with excitement. He looked like a child for a moment. There was a twinkle within his eyes. His curiosity overtook him, he ran down to the base of the fountain, jostling through the crowd to get a closer look. The part that amazed him the most, was the resemblance his uncles sketch had to the place! Each fine detail of the architecture, the paving, even the way the sun shone down upon the plaza. All of the detail was caught within his uncles fine penwork. To be honest, Bishop didn't know why his uncle wasn't an artist in his lifetime. He could draw bloody well, that's for sure.
He held up his journal to his face, comparing the sight. He walked back to where Dasyra was, showing her the image. He knew that she most likely believed him, he just wanted to prove his point once more.
"Look at the resemblance!" He grinned as he said this, making his excitement even more obvious.
He turned towards where Dasyra was pointing, as she explained the Plaza's namesake.
"That's amazing! I bet she was brave. Really brave!"
"What was her name? Oh, and what is a 'Winged Crown of Grace'?"
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Nov 17, 2016 9:57:32 GMT -8
Dasyra chuckled at his excitement. What a cute kid. She watched him run around, looking down to the journal and nodding her agreement. Then she was giving him a curious glance.
"Her name was Aeleria. The Winged Crown of Grace is the formal title of the High Priestess of Esdar, who is one of the pair that leads our nation. Her counterpart is the Winged Blade of Justice, our High Priest. They hear the voice of Esdar and impart His will to us, guiding us and protecting us."
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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 Nov 18, 2016 2:14:10 GMT -8
"Oh, cool! Who is the current Winged Crown of Grace? Can we meet her?"
He really hoped he could see her. It wasn't just the fact that the Winged Crown of Grace was the (presumed) ruler of Esdara, it was also because Bishop wanted to see the palace, or castle, or dwelling of some sort where the Winged Crown of Grace would live. In fact, that brought him to another question.
"Where does she live?" He asked, sounding all-the-more curious.
He looked to his uncle's journal, surveying the pages. Surely he'd have one on the Winged Crown of Grace. Surely... urgh. Leafing trough the pages, he bit his lip. No use. His uncle just hadn't mentioned her. At all. Failing to found what he was looking for, he snapped the journal closed, and stuffed it back under his cloak. He brushed against his belt as he did so, jangling his belt. The jangle of coins reverberated. In fact, that give him an idea.
He picked up a gold coin, and like most would around a fountain, he threw it in. It was for good luck.
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Nov 18, 2016 9:41:35 GMT -8
"To speak her name is taboo. We simply call her and the Blade 'Your Grace'. Meeting her is.. not easy. Once a month the populace is allowed to enter the Palace of the Skies to put their entreaties before her, and similarly, she leaves the Palace to walk among the people once a month. Otherwise, entry is forbidden." Dasyra sounded apologetic as she explained this.. and then her expression became very confused as she watched him remove a coin and throw it into the fountain. She leaned forward, peering into the water curiously, looking at the coin that drifted to the bottom of the basin and settled there. It was very easy to do, as it was the only coin present. Then she straightened and looked at Bishop with an arched brow.
"..What was the purpose of that?"
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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
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Post by Bishop on Nov 18, 2016 13:24:49 GMT -8
"O-oh, sorry I didn't know."
He hadn't wanted to offend the Esdaran with what he said. He was just intent on seeing Esdar'ai for what it is. In its beauty,as his uncle would have, once before. He was actually mildly disappointed that he couldn't go to the Palace of Skies. He was just craving that feeling of wonder, of amazement and he expected the Palace to fill his need. He sighed as Dasyra told him the details, making his own disappointment visible.
Dasyra's response was a surprise to Bishop. She seemed.. standoff-ish. Like he was doing something wrong. He thought that he might as well apologise, to be polite. He didn't know if he had just offended Esdar'ai tradition. He didn't mean ill of his actions, but there was no way of knowing.
"Oh.. just good luck. For both myself, and the nation of Esdara. It's complicated - kinda. Sort of also like respect towards something else. Do you get the idea?"
It was just a thing they did in his hometown. Nothing too special about it.
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Nov 19, 2016 9:28:40 GMT -8
"..Hm. So.. throwing a coin into a fountain is.. a gesture of good luck? What an interesting process... Although I suppose we have a similar sort of ritual here. Whenever you find a feather on the ground, it's tradition to keep it somewhere safe, then the next time you come to the island's edge, throw it over. You can do it simply in hopes of receiving Esdar's blessing, or to make a wish." She didn't seem offended, she'd just found his actions puzzling, as she didn't understand it until he'd explained. Looking away from Bishop and toward the visible spires of the Gate of the Skies in the distance, she seemed to argue with herself for a moment. Then she looked back at him.
"I can try to get you in to meet the Blade and Crown, but I can't make any promises. They're the spiritual leaders of our nation, the voices of Esdar, and we treasure them greatly - as such, we protect them very closely. But I can still make a request."
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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 Nov 20, 2016 15:54:34 GMT -8
"A feather? That's really cool! Is it like a griffin feather or something? Or just any old kind?" He was interested about Esdaran traditions and culture. His uncle didn't say a lot about Esdaran culture. This inspired Bishop to take a keen interest upon Esdaran culture, to satisfy his curiosity of the unknown. He reckoned later on, he could write a book about what he found here, in Esdara. Not for the money, well sort of, but about the rich cultural atmosphere that developed here. Mind you, he isn't that great of a writer.
"Oh no - I don't want to annoy them with pointless talk. I don't really want to see them for any important reason, I just wanted to see where they live. I'm sure they're busy, I wouldn't wanna disturb them."
After Dasyra had told him of the Winged Crown of Grace's importance, he felt as if he'd better not see her, for something so frivolous. He'd probably see her in time, when seeking an audience would be necessary.
"Have you seen Her Grace Dasyra? Oooh - What does Her Grace look like? How is Her Grace like?"
Immature as ever, Bishop continued his never ending stream of questions.
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Nov 20, 2016 21:08:27 GMT -8
"We have no griffins in Esdara. Just the zanora, nimuar, and sokeli. And birds, of course." Dasyra fell silent with a thoughtful look. She had an idea, but before she could put it into words, he was continuing. She could admit that his babbling was rather entertaining, and a smirk tilted her lips.
"Yeah, I've seen her. She's.. beautiful. Her hair is white like the snow atop the mountains, her eyes shine like silver.. she's so graceful and elegant, and her wings are covered in feathers so pristine and white that they seem to glow. I've never seen anyone like her before in my life." Dasyra seemed to lose herself in introspection for several long moments, and then she shook herself out of it and looked at Bishop with slightly narrowed eyes.
"I had an idea about how you may be able to see the Palace, but it hinges on one question: How comfortable are you with flying?"
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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 Nov 21, 2016 4:06:39 GMT -8
"Wow.. she sounds amazing!" He really wanted to see her now. The way Dasyra described her made her seem magical, imposing a visage upon his mind of true beauty.
"I'm fine with flying.. I think.. but why do you ask?"
He was confused why she asked him about how comfortable he is with flight. I mean - surely the Winged Crown of Grace lived in the city of Esdar'ai. He wouldn't expect the ruler of Esdara to be that separate from the people she governs. That raised another question. Does she govern the people? Or do the people look towards her for advice, like a religious leader. Bishop thought about it for a second. Maybe it's worth asking Dasyra about it. He'd do it later, anyhow.
They don't have griffins in Esdara? He'd have thought the floating nation would have them. It just sort of.. made sense in his mind. I mean - if they had them, he'd probably had seen them by now. He wondered what zanora are. Or nimaurs, or sokeli. Maybe some kind of mount they use to fly?
"Err.. what is a zanora? And what's a nimaur and sokeli?"
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Nov 21, 2016 8:30:47 GMT -8
"I'm a Zanora Rider. I could fly you over the Palace grounds so you can at least see it. Wouldn't be able to land without permission though, so it would be strictly an aerial view." He was thin, so adding his weight onto her faithful winged companion's back wouldn't be too great a strain. She blinked at him as he asked after the zanora, nimuar, and sokeli, then chuckled.
"The zanora are the aerial mounts of the Esdaran military - giant eagles that live in the mountains. The nimuar are winged deer, sacred to the Crown - and the sokeli are winged lions, sacred to the Blade. They both reside within the Palace grounds, and few have ever seen them."
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