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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Aug 7, 2016 20:42:23 GMT -8
The Council Hall is where the Council of Winds have their offices, and where the Council meets - without the High Priest and High Priestess. All their records are stored here, and their personal quarters are also located within this building. It is also the location of the second-highest court in the land (the highest being the throne room at the Palace of the Skies), and where any seeking to buy or sell property or things of that nature would go. |
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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 16, 2016 14:24:21 GMT -8
Having received word during their day of travel that The Winged Blade of Justice and Lady Ysaera would meet them at the Council Hall, Dasyra led the outerland heroes through the city to the building, in the company of Feanor Vala. Soaring down out of the sky, she alighted on the tall balustrade which lined the walk up to the Hall, designed specifically for the temporary rest of the zanora. Sliding down off the giant bird's back, she joined Vala in leading the heroes up to the hall. Jun of the Celadine, Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden, Spero, Elizabeth Finch, Urist Ranulfin, Leiron, and Asadobres had all received many curious looks from the Esdarans and the rare Esdar'ial that thronged the streets of the city, but seeing them escorted by military forces had kept the populace mostly at bay. It didn't stop them from clumping up at the far end of the walk that led to the Council Hall, however, waiting to see what would happen. They'd no doubt heard the rumors that the High Priest and High Priestess would be there, although they were nowhere to be seen now, and the air was abuzz with excitement and suspicions that something momentous was likely to happen.
Reaching the bottom of the steps that led up to the Hall proper, she sank into a graceful kneel, her halberd leaned back against her right shoulder and her head bowed. There she would wait for the appearance of the Blade and the Crown.
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Spero
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111 
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: Roughly 6'2 with a 14' foot wing span. He has straight black hair that runs to mid back. His eyes are a bright shining silver, that occasionally flashes gold. He is as handsome as you would think an angel would be, though instead of the soft features his are rugged. He almost always has friendly, inviting, smile that puts others at ease.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of holy silver armor inlaid with gold. Holy spear, holy bow with quiver of holy arrows. A simple set of traveling clothes, and a back pack in which he stores his gear.
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Registered: Jan 29, 2016 14:24:06 GMT -8
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Post by Spero on Aug 16, 2016 16:01:27 GMT -8
Spero followed where the knight lead them. He waved and grinned at the curious crowd. The aura of hope he exuded pulsed out in waves. It made those around him a little brighter, a little more noble looking. It also just in general sent positive vibes to all who saw him. When they stopped outside the hall he looked around curiously. He doesn't kneel though. It was proper for him to kneel to any authority beyond the light.
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The Winged Blade of Justice
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6' even, Elen is a hair above average height for an Esdaran. His build is solid but lithe, with brilliant blue eyes and black hair that goes about halfway down his back. He is often described as handsome, with his pointed ears and large white wings being very striking to those not similarly blessed.
Clothes and Equipment: Like all Esdar'ial, the combination of difficulty getting clothing over wings and the warm climate somewhat dictate Elen's clothing. In formal or combative situations he has armor (very lightly made for formal) that leaves the center of his torso bare (front and back for formal, just the back for combative) to allow those wings freedom of movement. Shoulders, forearms, legs and waist are all clad in plate for that armor, though. For the less formal and safe environment Elen often wears a simply-cut white Esdaran robe of silk (for comfort) and very light linen (to keep it opaque). That robe only covers one shoulder, much like a toga, and is fastened with an ornate badge of holy iconography.
Registered: Apr 18, 2016 13:51:50 GMT -8
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Post by The Winged Blade of Justice on Aug 16, 2016 19:05:08 GMT -8
Elen, High Priest of Esdar, had come to the Council Hall after discussing the coming visitors with his counterpart. The Esdar'ial was somewhat tall, like all of his kind, lithe in build, and clad in his ceremonial armor -- quite functional, but leaving the torso mostly bare and thus not desirable for heated combat. Those immaculate white wings were folded behind him; in front of him was a backless stool. Many of the winged people preferred stools; the backs of chairs were problematic for them. The elaborate Blade, a symbol of his office and yet quite functional, was sheathed, beside the stool and leaning against the table central to that room. Elen's arms were folded across his chest, his expression stoic as he waited for the visitors to be shown in. Crepuscular rays, shining in from one of the large windows, framed him in a manner that had to be either intentional or the will of Esdar. A glance at his counterpart was punctuated by one brow raising for a moment; they didn't need words, after so long in such proximity -- his unspoken sarcastic comment about how long it was taking them to arrive was quite clear.
When they arrived, though, any such judgement was gone from his expression. Instead he was silent, clearly withholding judgement but not unwelcoming -- while his duties required him to be stern more often than not, they did not make him cruel... and the friendly part was more his counterpart's job, really.
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Lady Ysaera
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 35
Physical Description: Of average height for one of the visibly-blessed Esdar'ial, Ysaera is 5'7", and in possession of a lush and curvaceous form. Fair-skinned and delicate, with beautiful features and slightly pointed ears, she has long white hair and eyes that are grey, although the exact shade often varies with her emotions, from the brightest shining silver to the darkest iron that is nearly black. Most noticeable about her appearance is the set of great white-feathered wings that protrude from her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Given the difficulty of donning normal clothes with wings to consider, Ysaera has a tendency to wear rather revealing clothing, with a propensity for baring her back and shoulders. Given the perpetually warm climate of the Shaded Valley, the less clothing she wears, the better, usually in light airy fabrics of pale, cheery colors.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:58:16 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Ysaera on Aug 16, 2016 19:21:32 GMT -8
Being informed that their visitors were waiting outside, Ysaera spoke gently to the young priestess who addressed her.
"Thank you. Please show them in." The girl curtsied, then scurried away, leaving Ysaera to turn back to her counterpart, just in time to catch his look. She shook her head, her lips curving into a warm smile.
"Senior Wing Alcedis Indris said some of them do not appear to be able to fly.. no doubt that is what has taken them so long. But they are here now. We will speak with them soon." Her attempt to be diplomatic was lost into a concerned expression as she recalled the news that one of their heroes apparently had six wings. Like the great Esdar himself. How could a seemingly mortal creature be made so directly in the image of the Winged One? Absently smoothing her hands across the pristine robes of shining, iridescent blue-and-white fabric that lay draped across her body, she tried very hard to ignore the metaphorical weight of the elaborate diamond and pale sapphire crown that lay nestled atop her white-haired head.
Meanwhile, the young priestess had come outside and was addressing the assembled group.
"Heroes, welcome. The Winged Blade of Justice and the Winged Crown of Grace will see you now. Please, come with me." Gesturing for them to follow - and for the two military members to remain where they were - she led them back inside and into the room where the holy couple awaited them. It was a large room, with a circular table - the two stools meant for the Esdar'ial pair were at the far side, and the rest of the seats, five in total, and bearing the crest of their intended inhabitant, the leaders of each Order of the priesthood and the members of the Council of Winds. Said council members were sitting in their seats, silent and observant. When in the presence of the High Priest and High Priestess, it was best to remain silent until spoken to.
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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 Aug 17, 2016 0:04:52 GMT -8
This land felt more foreign than anything. He was holding his axe like a baby ready to disembowel anything that did something funny. His other weapons would be stuffed somewhere hidden about his person. His brow furrowed at the these sites. This was bigger than any sky temple he'd ever looted so he must have initially misjudged the people. Still, they did nothing despite having foretold a blood beast coming to life, and that made him somewhat angry. Did they just value the lives of others s little? Perhaps they were wanted a small culling to happen? Whatever it was he'd bloody well get an answer.
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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 17, 2016 2:03:22 GMT -8
She remained mounted on St. George as they marched, taking in as much of the new city as she could from her vantage point. The city seemed to be entirely elven, and a few even had wings, although those seemed to be treated with a degree of reverence by those without them, a ruling caste perhaps? Either way, certainly a fascinating city, and those eagkes looked particularly splendid, she would have to see if she could meet with some of them.
As noone seemed to stop her, she dismounted but brought the griffin inside with her, not wanting to leave him in the hands of a people she did not know, and therefore could not trust...yet.
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Aug 17, 2016 3:55:09 GMT -8
Vala knelt one step higher than the Senior Wingman had, as befitted the protocol for approaching the Council Hall as the ranking member present. His soldiers did the same, forming a barrier around the heroes so that the crowds did not press too close in, but the crowds were far from unruly, mainly curious bystanders who were not pressing too hard for a closer look.
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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 17, 2016 10:03:03 GMT -8
Va'nei was growing more and more puzzled as they walked through the lands and into this city, clearly being led to a building of some importance. Who were these people? How long had they been living in this land? How had they gone undetected for so long? She could feel traces of strong magic, a magic well beyond even hers in capability. Almost.. divine? Were these people protected by a deity of some sort? She was distracted from these questions as they entered the building at the behest of a young woman in robes, and she found herself confronted with a regal-looking pair of individuals with wings. They had magic easily as powerful as her own, she could smell it on them. The man looked stern and stoic, the female kind and friendly. Moving to the head of the group, as she seemed to have become sort of the de facto leader, she inclined her head to the two.
"Greetings. I am Va'nei Dha'zhi, the Earthwarden, and these are my companions. I understand that one of you had a vision foretelling our arrival.. and I believe that we all have many questions for each other. How shall we begin?"
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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 Aug 17, 2016 10:54:35 GMT -8
"Oh, oh! I'll start! One of the gits said they foretold a monster, why wasn't anything done about it?" The Dwarf out on the voice of a child and a smile, but used all the breath he could muster to be as loud as he could. He didn't care if he spoke out of line. This had to be dealt with. |
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Spero
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: Roughly 6'2 with a 14' foot wing span. He has straight black hair that runs to mid back. His eyes are a bright shining silver, that occasionally flashes gold. He is as handsome as you would think an angel would be, though instead of the soft features his are rugged. He almost always has friendly, inviting, smile that puts others at ease.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of holy silver armor inlaid with gold. Holy spear, holy bow with quiver of holy arrows. A simple set of traveling clothes, and a back pack in which he stores his gear.
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Registered: Jan 29, 2016 14:24:06 GMT -8
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Post by Spero on Aug 17, 2016 18:33:50 GMT -8
Spero tags along a bright smile on his face. He notices that he is getting a number of odd looks. He assumes that they are just curious. After all it wasn't everyday a six winged angel came into your city. Though he was curious as to why he was getting more looks than his companions. After all the rest of them were equally uncommon in this city. Or at least of a different variety than what they were used to.
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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
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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
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Post by Leiron on Aug 19, 2016 16:24:39 GMT -8
Lerion, still in pain, was fascinated by the area around him. He had never seen anything like it in his life, but then there was a point where that was quite common for him. His excitement had a decent hold on him but alas the pain that still racked through him with each step was quite enough to stop him from grinning as he usually would. Somehow he was the only one majorly injured in the fight he noticed. He was far too busy looking about as he moved with the group, walking on his own now, to care though.
He entered the temple with the others and took in the sight. Impressive. He would remain silent unless address though. He was far too busy looking around the room at the architecture and observing little details about the people inside. The dwarf spoke. That agitated Leiron. Blunt, ignorant, rude... but he was right, it was a good question if not the best timed.
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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 19, 2016 16:31:42 GMT -8
Asadobres was in a state of guard throughout the journey to the temple. Her rider was injured, despite healing magic that kept him from dying, and if any threat had dared show itself... well it would have met a bad end. So far however there seemed to be nothing that would pose as such. Asa, rather than taking in the sights and sounds like her rider, keep up her vigil, eyeballing the crowds and people that got to close.
She stayed right beside Leiron as he entered the temple. The dragon looked at the people in the room one by one, trying to gain a measure on their intent. That was the one thing about people she really hated, the ability to lie and scheme.
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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 Aug 19, 2016 18:31:29 GMT -8
Jun's immediate response to the dwarf's inquiry was a mix between reluctant concurrence and what the balls is wrong with you?! But once she was able to bring herself to blink again, she shrugged and decided to roll with it (and maybe help the dwarf not get himself killed). Shyly but quickly she raised her hand.
"Sorry, but he does have a point." She spoke with a soft, polite, but stern voice. "The creature that attacked us could have destroyed ourentire civilization. Hundreds of thousands of innocent people could have died. I think we can all agree we'd like to know where it came from."
There. Hopefully her good cop routine would make the dwarf's words more palatable. If the dwarf turned towards her she'd give him a friendly smile. He seemed like an entertaining guy, if a bit reckless.
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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 Aug 20, 2016 12:03:12 GMT -8
The Dwarf had seen good cops before, usually in gutters with their throat very red. Poor sods never got just how the world worked. The haughty elf, the two silly dragons sacred, the silly 'angel,' his surroundings, they all made him want to torch something, axe somebody and defile some ancient and holy relic before running off with loot. Still, a time and place for everything. Looking at the council like the people there were not only beneath him but the holes in the ground he'd used for the old lavatory business. Under his breath held mutter to the party in general. "Jealous ya didn't get to spout yer shit first, wazzocks?" |
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The Winged Blade of Justice
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6' even, Elen is a hair above average height for an Esdaran. His build is solid but lithe, with brilliant blue eyes and black hair that goes about halfway down his back. He is often described as handsome, with his pointed ears and large white wings being very striking to those not similarly blessed.
Clothes and Equipment: Like all Esdar'ial, the combination of difficulty getting clothing over wings and the warm climate somewhat dictate Elen's clothing. In formal or combative situations he has armor (very lightly made for formal) that leaves the center of his torso bare (front and back for formal, just the back for combative) to allow those wings freedom of movement. Shoulders, forearms, legs and waist are all clad in plate for that armor, though. For the less formal and safe environment Elen often wears a simply-cut white Esdaran robe of silk (for comfort) and very light linen (to keep it opaque). That robe only covers one shoulder, much like a toga, and is fastened with an ornate badge of holy iconography.
Registered: Apr 18, 2016 13:51:50 GMT -8
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Post by The Winged Blade of Justice on Aug 20, 2016 12:59:29 GMT -8
Spero did indeed get a very odd look from Elen; the winged, slightly elfen man seemed dumbfounded, taking a moment to recover... and managing to miss the dwarf's words in that moment, though he was aware the wide little thing had made some kind of noise. Jun's words, however, were caught... and he looked bemused again as he responded, clearly addressing her. "Creature? Ysaera's vision indicated some kind of monstrous thing, and that it was connected to The Door, but little else. Honestly I had assumed it was that some creature of the mist would assault us."
It took a moment for him to continue, still seeming surprised but no longer confused. "Wait. Are you saying there are still civilized people below? How do they live in the mists?" When he said 'mist,' or 'mists,' it clearly wasn't referencing the meteorological phenomenon. It may have been spelled with a y, in fact. Elen still stood, leaning with one hand -- the one farthest from his blade -- on the table in front of him. Urist got a look for his remark -- apparently those ears were sharp -- but no other reaction to his uncouth behavior, yet.
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Lady Ysaera
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 35
Physical Description: Of average height for one of the visibly-blessed Esdar'ial, Ysaera is 5'7", and in possession of a lush and curvaceous form. Fair-skinned and delicate, with beautiful features and slightly pointed ears, she has long white hair and eyes that are grey, although the exact shade often varies with her emotions, from the brightest shining silver to the darkest iron that is nearly black. Most noticeable about her appearance is the set of great white-feathered wings that protrude from her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Given the difficulty of donning normal clothes with wings to consider, Ysaera has a tendency to wear rather revealing clothing, with a propensity for baring her back and shoulders. Given the perpetually warm climate of the Shaded Valley, the less clothing she wears, the better, usually in light airy fabrics of pale, cheery colors.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:58:16 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Ysaera on Aug 20, 2016 13:15:39 GMT -8
Ysaera's eyes widened slightly at the sight of Spero. So it was true. A man with six wings, the very image of Esdar himself. How was this possible? Her surprise did not, however, stop her from hearing the words of the others who spoke, although it did take her several long moments to drag her gaze away from Spero to look first at Va'nei, who spoke respectfully, and also said a word that got her a very curious look. Earthwarden. She couldn't just not respond to that.
"`Earthwarden`? Is that the earthen counterpart to our own Skywarden? Have you perhaps heard tell of him in wherever it is you come from? He has long been lost to us, and we have never stopped hoping for his return." And then she looked at the.. creature. She had no idea what it was, that was clear by the look on her face, but it was short and hairy and covered in metal. And it spoke, apparently, even if it was exceptionally rude. Confusion filled her face.
"I received a vision from the Winged One. It showed the Mysts, and a great creature made of them.. and then it was destroyed. I was then shown the Door, and that something would try to come through it. Our Riders were dispatched to observe the Door and make sure this abomination was not attempting to come through." Her attention turned to Jun, then, and her expression was one of absolute horror. She echoed Elen's statement, sounding absolutely appalled.
"Do you mean to say that the Mysts did not overtake the lands below? That there are yet cultures thriving? And that this monster I foresaw attacked one of them?" It was all so much to take in, but the High Priestess composed herself with a deep breath, her wings spreading slightly and giving a twitch, before once again folding against her back. She gestured to a servant, who hurried to bring in chairs for the heroes; as they did so, Ysaera herself settled onto the stool before her, adjusting the skirts of her robes before folding her hands in her lap.
"I believe we are facing a great misunderstanding here. Let me attempt to clarify things. I am the Winged Crown of Grace, the High Priestess of Esdar - and this is the Winged Blade of Justice, the High Priest of Esdar." This second was said as she gestured to the dark-haired, winged male at her side, just to make sure they understood completely.
"You are on the islands of Esdara, which were once part of the land far below. A thousand years ago, the Myst overtook our lands. It was a terrible miasma which blocked out the light of the sun, blighting our crops and sickening our people. Our people prayed to Esdar, the Winged God of the Winds and Skies, to save us - and so He did. He raised our lands into the sky to save us from the Myst, and we have lived here ever since, with no knowledge of what may have happened to the world below. The Winged One told the first High Priest and High Priestess that we were being guarded from the Myst and the demon which is its source by His magic, and that we would not leave the island until the Myst was gone forever. The Door which you came through, the Door of Vothiea, has long been told in our legends to be a portal to the afterlife where the wicked are sent, and the only ones to have gone through it in a millennium are criminals and heretics. We did not know that the world below had flourished without the threat of the Myst..." Her pale grey eyes glittered with excitement, and she looked at Elen with a small smile.
"To think.. after all these years.. imagine all that we have missed! All that we now have a chance to explore. An opportunity to meet new nations and strengthen our ties to a world long thought lost."
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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 Aug 21, 2016 4:57:15 GMT -8
"And you never bloody well bothered to check what happened to the criminals once they went through! Are you bloody well mad? I'm no lawyer but I reckon to the people you brought havoc to you owe a good deal of money, and a damp apology. I'm not from the Tiller's State but by your recklessness and lack of foresight despite claiming to have it as a gift, people were hurt, and quite a lot of property damage was caused." At this point he was quite fed up with their words. Their lack of curiosity on a universe outside their hiding hole was also somewhat detestable, at least in his opinion. Surely in the long time they were cozy here someone had bothered to look about, to go or ootherwise check beyond what their narrow minds has previously thought was the known universe. |
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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 21, 2016 10:52:13 GMT -8
Va'nei gave the Dwarf an exasperated look. It sounded like they'd basically been confined to this island - the work of Gods was tricky, sometimes, and if the deity's words had been that they wouldn't see the outside world until this mist was gone, then it was likely they hadn't been able to depart the island at all. Taking a seat in one of the provided chairs, she settled in and crossed her right leg over the left at the knee, then folded her hands in her lap.
"Speaking as the representative of the Land-Tillers, there was no property damage - the land was harmed, but it can and will heal, especially with my assistance. So I will kindly thank you to keep your opinions on matters not pertaining to your realm to yourself, sir Dwarf. As for the Skywarden, miss, that is a title I am familiar with, but I do not know of his whereabouts. And no, the lands below are not overrun by this 'mist' you speak of. There are several flourishing lands and cultures - my own Land-Tiller's Expanse, the growing city-state of Isra, and the island nations of Gauldin and Alban, to name a few. If you have been secluded from the world for a thousand years, it would seem there is much for you to catch up on. But first, let me clarify what happened to this creature you foresaw." Pausing only long enough to swallow and wet her throat, she forged on ahead.
"A large monster comprised seemingly of some sort of bone and what I presume to be this 'mist' you spoke of attacked the Land-Tiller's Expanse, where my people dwell. These heroes of other lands happened to be visiting at the time, and with their assistance, our mages and druids were able to force the creature to retreat to a valley. We pursued it, and found the valley filled with a noxious miasma that seemed poisonous to breathe and to touch. It also healed the monster, supporting the thought that it was partially composed of the stuff. Eventually, it drew all of the miasma out of the air and the earth in its attempts to regenerate, and we were able to defeat it. Upon its defeat, we saw a portal, and ventured through it - I assume this was the other end of the Door you speak of. If so, then it would seem we have assisted in fulfilling this prophecy left by your God. The 'mist' you mentioned is gone, the valley below is cleansed, and you will likely be able to leave the island to explore, now. Would it be safe to assume that you were incapable of leaving the island at all, and that no flying entity was able to enter its vicinity?" She sounded curious, with this final question. It would be interesting to discover whether or not her theory was correct.
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Spero
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: Roughly 6'2 with a 14' foot wing span. He has straight black hair that runs to mid back. His eyes are a bright shining silver, that occasionally flashes gold. He is as handsome as you would think an angel would be, though instead of the soft features his are rugged. He almost always has friendly, inviting, smile that puts others at ease.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of holy silver armor inlaid with gold. Holy spear, holy bow with quiver of holy arrows. A simple set of traveling clothes, and a back pack in which he stores his gear.
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Registered: Jan 29, 2016 14:24:06 GMT -8
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Post by Spero on Aug 21, 2016 16:09:48 GMT -8
Spero listened to everything that was happening with a small smile in his face. It was all rather interesting. A society that thought the ground had been swallowed by mist. The anger of the dwarf, the calm reassurance of The Earthwarden. He listened to it all, but said nothing. It wasn't his role to intercede in politics. Helping to slay a monster was fine, but unless asked he wouldn't try and interject himself into the dispute.
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