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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Aug 7, 2016 20:41:06 GMT -8
Found off of the Plaza of Aeleria, the High Church of Esdar is the spiritual hub of the nation. The high-ranking members of the clergy and their preferred minions live and work here, and it is here that any of the people of Esdara come to seek help, prayer, or to make offerings to the god Esdar. Once a month the High Priest and High Priestess come to the Church to bless people, perform wonders, and generally see to their people. |
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Aug 30, 2016 17:26:53 GMT -8
Servants led the new Heroes away from the Council Hall, through the Plaza of Aeleria, and to the High Church: Elizabeth Finch, Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden, Jun of the Celadine, Leiron, Asadobres, and Urist Ranulfin. They were shown into the building, where the finest quarters had been prepared for their occupation, with promise that they would be shown to the dining hall when dinner was ready, and that until then, they had but to ask if they needed anything. And then they were left to their own devices. |
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512 
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Aug 31, 2016 9:44:46 GMT -8
Slightly surprised that none of the elves had thus far said a word to her about the griffin that followed her everywhere, or even stopped him from entering any of the buildings. Come to think of it, none of them had addressed her directly at all, a situation that was alright with her. If she didn't speak, she was unlikely to cause a diplomatic incident.
She proceeded up to her room with griffin in tow, and was pleased to see it was fairly spacious. The bed looked comfortable, too comfortable in fact, she took some of the blankets and such and scattered them about the floor, pushing the furniture out of the way to make room for her griffin as well. She would sleep propped up against St. George, as was her habit in the field.
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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 Aug 31, 2016 11:22:34 GMT -8
Liz wasn't going to get off that easily - having been given the remainder of the day off (so as to escort the Heroes back to the Door the next day) Dasyra had trailed the group to the High Church, her zanora counterpart perched high atop a building nearby. She spoke with one of the priests, offering a crooked smile.
"The armored woman with the winged creature.. please ask her if she'd be willing to talk to me. I'm very curious about her friend and where she comes from." The priest nodded and hurried inside, to Liz's room, then knocked on the door and spoke.
"Lady Hero? One of our Zanora Riders would like to speak with you, if you're willing."
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Leiron
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 196 
Age: 23
Physical Description: The elf was of tanned skin, his hair was brushed back and so blonde it seemed white. He had a scar that started under his right eye and ended half way down his angular face. His cheekbones were high and his face long. His upper body was much bulkier than other elves she had known but his legs were just as gangly. Though you could hardly tell with the thickness of his grieves. Looking at his eyes, they are large like most elves. Silver with ring of blue around his pupil
Clothes and Equipment: ________________________________________________________
Leiron wears a long green sleeved tunic and faded black cloth trousers. Over them he wears bracers, a jerkin with leather scales on hte chest shoulders and arms, boot greaves, and 2 leg satchels, and 3 belts. All are dark brown leather with elvish designs pressed into them. He also has a full helm made of the same material and elvish design. They all have black fur accents except the belts. Over his armor is long, black, cloth gilet which has some elvish embroidery on the edges and black fur and leather over its shoulders. Each belt has a purpose. One belt hangs slightly to the left and holds the scabbard for his sword. Another belt hangs to the right and holds a quiver. and the last and widest (6 inches wide) belt simply holds up his pants... and provides a bit of extra armor.
He has an elvish long sword sheathed at his left hip. a longbow rests across a small shield on his back. Both of which are of elvish design. A mythril spear 6" in length
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on Aug 31, 2016 20:11:22 GMT -8
Leiron, much like Liz, had managed to avoid being directly addressed. Not the worst thing in his point of view, but the normally talkative elf was still in mild pain. Despite being healed not once but twice he was still feeling the affects of the blow he took in the battle. After he entered his room, with Asadobres behind him he sighed audibly and then looked back to Asa. She took a beating too though she showed no signs of it. "How are your wings? I haven't gotten the chance to look you over after the battle."
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Asadobres
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 30
Physical Description: A young dragon by all means. Coated in silver scales with claws and horns that look like obsidian. Small frame to be faster and more agile in the air but weaker physically. Her wings when spread are saphiric blue.
Her humanoid form looks like a young elf girl, with white hair and blue eyes. It took time and a lot of practice but her humanoid guise is finally perfected.
Clothes and Equipment: A saddle made by leiron out of many different kinds of leathers. It was well designed through trial and error. She accepts the extra quivers and saddle bags, the weight will make her faster and stronger should they be removed.
In her human form she often wears a light cloth dress that Leiron makes her wear, though she doesn't understand why.
Registered: Jun 30, 2015 19:46:52 GMT -8
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Post by Asadobres on Aug 31, 2016 20:18:56 GMT -8
"Oh, good idea," she smiled softly. Asa made her wings appear out of her human guise, she spread the silver scaled and blue skinned appendages. She curved the wings so she could look at them.
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Leiron
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 23
Physical Description: The elf was of tanned skin, his hair was brushed back and so blonde it seemed white. He had a scar that started under his right eye and ended half way down his angular face. His cheekbones were high and his face long. His upper body was much bulkier than other elves she had known but his legs were just as gangly. Though you could hardly tell with the thickness of his grieves. Looking at his eyes, they are large like most elves. Silver with ring of blue around his pupil
Clothes and Equipment: ________________________________________________________
Leiron wears a long green sleeved tunic and faded black cloth trousers. Over them he wears bracers, a jerkin with leather scales on hte chest shoulders and arms, boot greaves, and 2 leg satchels, and 3 belts. All are dark brown leather with elvish designs pressed into them. He also has a full helm made of the same material and elvish design. They all have black fur accents except the belts. Over his armor is long, black, cloth gilet which has some elvish embroidery on the edges and black fur and leather over its shoulders. Each belt has a purpose. One belt hangs slightly to the left and holds the scabbard for his sword. Another belt hangs to the right and holds a quiver. and the last and widest (6 inches wide) belt simply holds up his pants... and provides a bit of extra armor.
He has an elvish long sword sheathed at his left hip. a longbow rests across a small shield on his back. Both of which are of elvish design. A mythril spear 6" in length
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on Aug 31, 2016 20:30:29 GMT -8
Leiron made walked behind her and inspected them. Just as he expect, much like himself, the wounds from the monster were resistant to healing. Several scrapes were still across the back of her wings. Luckily it didn't tear through. Leiron took a seat and motioned for Asa to sit in front of him. He was going to try healing the wounds again.
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Asadobres
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 30
Physical Description: A young dragon by all means. Coated in silver scales with claws and horns that look like obsidian. Small frame to be faster and more agile in the air but weaker physically. Her wings when spread are saphiric blue.
Her humanoid form looks like a young elf girl, with white hair and blue eyes. It took time and a lot of practice but her humanoid guise is finally perfected.
Clothes and Equipment: A saddle made by leiron out of many different kinds of leathers. It was well designed through trial and error. She accepts the extra quivers and saddle bags, the weight will make her faster and stronger should they be removed.
In her human form she often wears a light cloth dress that Leiron makes her wear, though she doesn't understand why.
Registered: Jun 30, 2015 19:46:52 GMT -8
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Post by Asadobres on Aug 31, 2016 20:38:17 GMT -8
Asadobres complied happily. She folded her wings and nearly pranced over to leiron. She took a seat cross legged and spread her wings once more.
The two of them would probably stay here unless otherwise summoned. At least until they rested up. Asadobres became lost in though as Leiron worked his healing magic on her wings. She was thinking back to their first meeting. She was wounded, scared, and trying to bite anything that came too close. The silly elf actually braved her teeth and started healing her. A happy smile was on her face.
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Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 323
Age: Way too old for any shenanigans.
Physical Description: In her natural form, Va'nei is a dragon. A very very large dragon. She stands 90' tall at the shoulder, and her wingspan is 480'; her body is long and slender, for a dragon, at 230' long. Her tail is longer than that of the average dragon, longer even than the rest of her body at a total 270', and dwindles to a long, thin, prehensile point capable of great dexterity and precision. She is ancient and colossal, an earth dragon of great wisdom, and appears to be covered in leaves, moss, and vines. Her eyes are a vibrant shining gold in both forms. In her human shape, she is humorously small compared to her dragon form. An average 5'6" and slender, she has long green hair and lightly-tanned skin; her skin retains a faint iridescent scale pattern, seen in certain angles of light.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in her dragon shape, Va'nei carries no equipment. As a human, she wears layered green robes and a pair of thigh-high green heeled boots. She also wears a headband with a small feathered adornment just above her left ear, and a necklace comprised of carved crystal beads.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 11:13:10 GMT -8
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Post by Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden on Aug 31, 2016 20:54:44 GMT -8
Va'nei entered the church and looked around curiously. Very intricate. She didn't like being cooped up inside, but she would put up with it, for now. Moving to the room they'd provided to her, she settled in, seated on the floor, to try and commune with the earth on this island once more. It was very interesting, up in the air like this.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Sept 1, 2016 5:13:46 GMT -8
Liz got up slowly from where she had been unintentionally napping on the floor to get the door.
"Oh, uh of course. Zanoras would be those giant eagles we saw earlier I assume? Lead the way."
She would follow the priest down to where Dasyra waited, St. George tagging along faithfully behind her after carefully maneuvering down the hallways which had likely not been designed for a creature of his size.
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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 Sept 1, 2016 6:03:34 GMT -8
Dasyra visibly perked up when Liz appeared, and snapped into a smart salute - which consisted of halberd tucked into the crook of her left arm, and both hands pressed palms-down to her upper chest as she bent slightly at the waist. Up above, her zanora mimicking the gesture from his perch above by spreading his wings and dipping his upper body. Then she straightened and gave the silver-haired woman a grin.
"Sorry if I disturbed your rest, Lady Hero, but I wondered if you might want to speak and see some of the city - perhaps visit a tavern. I'd love to hear more about your interesting friend, there, and where it is you come from, if you'd be interested?"
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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 Sept 1, 2016 11:03:31 GMT -8
Jun, with Blackbean sitting on her shoulder, had been escorted to their quarters. Hoping it wouldn't be too much trouble, Jun requested a change of clothing and a place to bathe. She didn't want her first foray into an unknown kingdom to be one where she smelled like human posterior perspiration after all!
After she had freshened up, Jun decided to actually get up and explore them temple. She decided it was safe to leave her weapons and armor in her quarters. Blackbean perched himself on her head.
She wanted to speak with a religious authority, since their people's religion peaked her curiosity the most at the moment. She sought out a clergy member, a monk, a nun, anyone. She did secretly hope she wouldn't accidentally mistake the high priest for the caterer or something. To this day thoughts of her first encounter with Princess Camilla made her cringe. (If she recalled correctly, she literally asked her if she was the caterer.)
Meanwhile she would view any art, architectural trappings and flourishes, and (if she couldn't help it) the people themselves with wonder.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Sept 1, 2016 11:41:00 GMT -8
Liz snapped to attention as well, returning the salute with the standard Isran one, a quick and efficient snap of the hand to forehead and back down again.
"Please, call me Liz, or at least Commodore Finch if some level of decorum must be maintained in front of your soldiers. And I would enjoy that immensely I think, as would St. George. But in exchange I would love to hear the same from you about your feathered friend and this city."
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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 Sept 1, 2016 14:03:12 GMT -8
"Liz it is, then. I'm Dasyra Ushael. I'd be happy to tell you anything you want to know about Esdara. Let's go get a drink."
Dasyra decided she was going to like this woman, and with a quick glance to Yalen, she turned about. She would then lead Liz to her favorite haunt in the city - the Blade & Grace Tavern.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Sept 1, 2016 14:07:49 GMT -8
Seeing Jun wandering about, a priest approached and bowed to her.
"Greetings, Lady Hero. Is there something I can do for you?"
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Urist Ranulfin
Committed
'ere little piggie!
Roleplay posts: 91
Age: 132
Physical Description: An extremely bulky, and hardy Dwarf fitting their stereotype quite well. He has a great brown beard, and a head shaved clean to help wear his helmet. He is moderately sized for a Dwarf (4ft) but his boots bump that him up to 4'3. His mustache is waxed to be very wide, whilst his beard is in long and very thick braids a sword could get stuck in.
Clothes and Equipment: A massive suit of meteoric iron armour with all sorts of mostly anti-magic enhancements. This metal plate armour is covered with a thin dragon skin. Under it he wears a simple leather jerkin and pants. His boots are massive steel-capped things that create sparks whenever he runs on a hard surface. He is armed with a massive great hammer, creating flames when struck. Finally, his helmet is a great thing, steel, but plated with black obsidian and dragon egg shell and with golden wings. In his back-pack is an old, but reliable crossbow that has a pull a giant would struggle with. He also has a long hook and reel somewhere on him. On his belt are a secondary and much smaller axe, and hammer, whilst on his back is a rather massive and thick shield. He also carries a rather massive book which he never shares the details of. Finally, across his back is a massive fur cape, which if one pays attention to is of humanoid origin.... Adorning his fingers are fat golden rings with all kinds of patterns, but on one hands's fingers is engraved "Urist" in common, whilst in the other in Dwarfish. A gold chain is on his neck, while silver braces are on both of his hands, over his armour as decoration. This mass of equipment means that he rarely strays from civilization, and when he does he is always hunting for something to eat, for it is tiring to carry all the gear he does.
Registered: Jul 9, 2016 13:07:48 GMT -8
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Post by Urist Ranulfin on Sept 1, 2016 18:41:56 GMT -8
The Dwarf fell asleep nearly instantly, leaning back against a wall. He did not usually snore, but for the sake of the company present he made sure he did in fact snore.
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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 Sept 2, 2016 6:54:05 GMT -8
 Jun blushed at the title "Lady hero." "You have a beautiful culture! I was just walking around admiring it all. But, actually, if you don't mind, I'd like to ask about your religion. What values do you consider sacred, what do you worship and how, etc. Is that ok?" |
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Sept 2, 2016 9:57:47 GMT -8
The priest smiled and bowed to Jun, thanking her for the compliment, but as he straightened, he looked surprised at the question. Then he looked immensely pleased. "Of course, Lady Hero. I'd be more than happy to tell you about the Way of Esdar. If you would like, we can walk, and I can show you some of the artwork we have here which tells of our history and shows our holy figures." He gestured toward a nearby set of doors, which appeared to be made of some sort of white stone carved into an intricate filigree pattern. Should Jun accompany him, the doors would open at his approach, and they'd find themselves in a long hallway with a tall arched ceiling, lit by shining silvery-white crystals high above. The walls were lined with paintings and sculptures depicting various things, which he pointed out to her.  "That is Esdar, the Winged God of the Winds and Skies, He that Raised the Land, our deity and savior. When the Myst threatened to destroy us, He lifted us into the skies so that we would be saved, and gave us our Holy Creed. According to the Word of Esdar, the Myst is a product of the demon Xoilun, who wishes to blot out life upon the world and turn it to darkness, that he may then populate the earth with his foul creations. To fight against this, Esdar gave great power to us, His chosen people - specifically the priesthood, and the Esdar'ial, like the Blade and the Crown, those few of us who are fortunate enough to show the proof of Esdar's blessing in emulation of His shape: Those with wings. Now, as for our values..." He stopped beneath a sculpture of an elegant winged man and woman, one bearing the same powerful sword the High Priest carried, the other wearing the crown that the High Priestess had. Between them was a scroll, inscribed with script; he looked up at it and smiled slightly. "I could read our holy law to you, but that's probably not what you're asking about, is it? Esdar's will is that we should fill our hearts with light and goodness. It is his wish that one day, all men will drive darkness and evil from their hearts, and in doing so, Xoilun will be vanquished forever. Our laws, our creed, are based around this basic tenet: All will give part of their wealth, skill, and time to the church, that we may use it to help those in need. Killing is anathema, lest it be in self-defense, for food, or by decree of the church. Our word is our bond, and we take our promises very seriously - we will not forsake them, just as Esdar has not forsaken his vow to watch over us. Taking from others or mistreating them is the work of Xoilun, and will not be tolerated." He resumed walking, leading Jun along, until they came to a line of five paintings. Three men, two women, all winged, and each with a winged symbol above their heads. The priest gestured to these as he explained. "These are the Caerleis and Caerleia, who were raised to sit beside Esdar Himself after their lives were spent - or lost - in the epitome of servitude to Him. Telantes, Erelim, Caphriel, Naya'il, and Anael were priests, and it is after them that our orders are named, and they who we serve to emulate. I can tell you more about them later, if you wish, but I think there is one last thing that you'll find very interesting." He continued, and soon they came upon a long mural. It began with the raising of the land, showing the anointing of the first High Priest and High Priestess, as well as the transformation of one of the Esdar'ial into a great feathered dragon, in possession of a gleaming jewel. This dragon battled against an amorphous figure comprised of the Myst, and was struck down, its shining gem broken in half and one half lost into the Myst below the hovering shape of the island. As they walked and saw more of the mural, he explained.  "What you're seeing is the raising of the land, and the proclamation of the first Winged Blade and Winged Crown. That man there, being changed into a great being, is the Skywarden - he was given his powers by Esdar to protect both the land of Esdara, and the Skies themselves from any threats, be they Xoilun-derived, magical, or caused by humanity. Sadly, he was lost in a fight against Xoilun, many centuries ago. But our legends foretell that he will return to us, and Esdara will enter a new age of untold prosperity." Sure enough, the end of the mural showed the return of the dragon, and the land of Esdara bathed in light. Having reached the end of the hallway, the priest pushed open another door identical to the first, which let them into a great library. It was at least three stories tall, with tall arched windows that let light come streaming in, and filled floor to ceiling with books and scrolls. Turning to Jun with a smile, he gestured to the room. "Feel free to read and explore to your heart's content, Lady Hero. Is there anything else I can do for you?" |
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Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 323
Age: Way too old for any shenanigans.
Physical Description: In her natural form, Va'nei is a dragon. A very very large dragon. She stands 90' tall at the shoulder, and her wingspan is 480'; her body is long and slender, for a dragon, at 230' long. Her tail is longer than that of the average dragon, longer even than the rest of her body at a total 270', and dwindles to a long, thin, prehensile point capable of great dexterity and precision. She is ancient and colossal, an earth dragon of great wisdom, and appears to be covered in leaves, moss, and vines. Her eyes are a vibrant shining gold in both forms. In her human shape, she is humorously small compared to her dragon form. An average 5'6" and slender, she has long green hair and lightly-tanned skin; her skin retains a faint iridescent scale pattern, seen in certain angles of light.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in her dragon shape, Va'nei carries no equipment. As a human, she wears layered green robes and a pair of thigh-high green heeled boots. She also wears a headband with a small feathered adornment just above her left ear, and a necklace comprised of carved crystal beads.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 11:13:10 GMT -8
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Post by Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden on Sept 2, 2016 10:06:18 GMT -8
The earth didn't have much to say to her, and Va'nei found that both curious and amusing. Standing, she vacated her room, just in time to see Jun wandering through a door with some priest. Wondering what the girl was up to, Va'nei followed and listened to the explanations given, eyeing the paintings and sculptures with fascination. Amazing, that these people had been hidden for a thousand years, with such a rich history and culture. She felt that they would get along very nicely with the Land-Tillers. She would need to foster good ties.
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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 Sept 2, 2016 16:02:56 GMT -8
"That's a lot of history to take in. It's good to know there is an appreciation for morality and justice here." Jun looked around her at the pure sky which surrounded this place. "I don't really know what this Xoilun is, but if you ever need help fighting him, let us know. I'm always looking to help people whereever I can. If that sounds admirable I can assure you my life would be boring to the point of intolerable if I wasn't in some life or death situation at least once a month." She winked. Why was she in such a good mood? Was it something in the air? Perhaps this place reminded her of Lum'Valia's home? "You mentioned something about a new age. I remember when the Land-Tillers were isolated form the other civilizations. It was after we were done rebuilding from a civil war that we started to come in contact witht the ouside world. Many of us thought this was the beginning of a new age of prosperity. And, frankly it was. We went from being a confederation of tribes to a nation in our own right. Now that you've discovered you're not alone in this world, maybe it'll be the same for you. What do you think?" It was about here where she noticed Va'nei following the two. She turned and waved... and then stopped waving and awkwardly transitioned into a curtsy. Again, Va'nei was the closest thing they had to a deity. |
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