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 21, 2016 17:42:10 GMT -8
Liz did not sit, but rather continued to lean against the magnificent form of her own griffin. She was content, for the moment at least, to have been largely ignored. She was a purely military representative of Isra, not trained in or even particularly adept at anything approaching diplomatic mannerisms. Her companions seemed better at that, with the exception of the uncouth dwarf, but hopefully he would do something incredibly stupid and offensive to get himself executed. After all, he did not represent a single nation here, and was therefore not under any form of diplomatic immunity.
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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 21, 2016 20:26:10 GMT -8
Jun felt kinda bad. The dwarf certainly liked to speak his mind, and he did help fight the behemoth. Jun still wasn't all that familiar with dwarfs. First impressions were mixed, but there was definitely something she liked about Urist Ranulfin. "Well, since it is my land..." She raised her hand, shyly interrupting the conversation briefly. "On behalf of the Celadine Clan and the Land-Tiller armed forces, thank you all for helping to save our butts. That includes you Sir Dwarf." She winked. "Uh, sorry, carry on." |
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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 23:59:15 GMT -8
Flicking his wrist to show he was primarily speaking to the 'earthwarden' the Dwarf continued to use his booking voice. "That's not the point you git, which seems to have flown right over your funny coloured 'ead. The point is they released their problem upon a relatively safe and peaceful world, creating problems and uneasiness, a horrid tension, especially when rumours spread. Then of course the 'heroes' what done came and helped have got wear and tear on their gear, and all sorts of injuries, some big, others small. I for one, got my knee scraped for the first time in thirty years, and one of my hook's spikes is a little bent. Oh yes, and the land. It may heal, but I reckon there's farmers or someone else that has a bad day on account of what happened.... They haven't even said they'd stop dumping their prisoner and 'heretic' corpses in that spot that would lead to another bloody monster! They can't just go into the world willy-nilly like that, there's reparations and such what has to go around! Criminals are often punished for things they did not want to do, or did by accident, or were about to do, or a few of those things together. This is the same." He wouldn't speak in a very angry tone, just loud and certain. While he awaited a response and generally, waited, he pulled out the book he carried for his saga. To it, he added 'today I gave a good kicking to rather big monster. It was alright, but I had a boring talk with rather stupid wazzocks. I'd steal something but it was clear daylight.' |
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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
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on Aug 23, 2016 8:53:05 GMT -8
Leiron listened to the conversation closely. The dwarf, while dickish in nature, was again correct. He remained silent, honestly he didn't have much concern for the topic he raised. He would rather explore the land and city.
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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 23, 2016 8:54:26 GMT -8
Asadobres' only concern was for her rider. He may be walking on his own now but he took a major hit.
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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 23, 2016 22:36:48 GMT -8
Elen looked baffled. It took a moment for him to speak, his tone as confused as his expression. "...is this bearded child always so rude?" That comment seemed to be directed primarily at Jun and Vanei; Spero, as a possible theological dilemma, was ignored for now to be resolved later. Not waiting for an answer to his question, Elen continued with a shrug. "Exiling them to the mists doesn't work very well if the mists have been suppressed. We'll find something else to do with them." Just throw them over the edge of the island, maybe.
"In any case, we are not to blame for the mists, or the creature born of it. If assigning blame to us is your intention here, best you stop wasting your time. If you wish to establish contact you are of course welcome -- this would be the first contact we have had with any outside peoples since the island was raised." As he awaited a response, Elen looked the dwarf over for a moment. He still looked confused; presumably he had never seen a dwarf before, and the height made him think he was a child. As for the stature and beard... well, they were outlanders, and who knew what that meant?
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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 23, 2016 22:43:48 GMT -8
"We will, of course, do our best to assist in repairing any damage that was caused by this creature. And we would like to offer your people residence in the valley, since you were so instrumental in the defeat of the monster." This was said to Jun and Va'nei, with a small smile. Then she looked a bit serious.
"The subject of what to do with criminals and heretics is something we will have to take into consideration at a later date. Many things will be changing, if the Mysts are truly gone, as you say. We will want to see the valley ourselves to be certain." The priestess fell silent for several long moments, pondering this, before she gave her head a slight shake. Her wings ruffled restlessly as she straightened, then turned a smile on the assembled visitors once more.
"Regardless, we extend an invitation to remain or to visit in Esdara to you as thanks for vanquishing both the beast and the Mysts. I would very much like to hear of the lands you hail from. And perhaps if the leaders of your respective nations are amenable, I will send back with you missives announcing our reemergence into the world and our intent to forge bonds with those who are peaceful and willing."
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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 24, 2016 6:35:08 GMT -8
Spero was glad things were working out. It appeared as though these people were pleasant and peaceful. Even if he didn't approve of executions, he knew the mortals did such things. He found the dwarf a bit rude of course, but he figured that it was more due to stress than anything. As a Seraphim he always gave people the benefit of the doubt. He was curious as to why the two winged priest who were in charge were ignoring him. Maybe they had issue seeing another person with wings? The Seraphim wasn't sure.
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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 24, 2016 15:00:11 GMT -8
Va'nei tried to stifle a laugh at the priest's assessment of Urist's character, but that didn't stop her from grinning. Bearded child. That was actually somewhat hilarious. She supposed the'd never seen a Dwarf up on this island, not if they'd been secluded for a thousand years. Lowering the hand she'd used to halfway silence her mirth, she cleared her throat and tried to speak without sounding as though she were as amused as she felt.
"Ah, well, I am not certain. This Dwarf is an unknown to me, and I cannot say I have met many of his kind before now, but those few I have met were slightly less.. em.. abrasive would be the correct term, I suppose. But that matters little." She waved away the commentary on Dwarven mannerisms and turned to the matter at hand.
"This was a regrettable situation, but it has been resolved, hopefully. You should of course monitor the valley for signs of the return of this 'mist' of yours, and we will gladly accept any help you are willing to offer in terms of repairs or other services. I would like to think of this as an ideal opportunity to create ties of kinship between our nations, and your emissaries will be welcome within the Land-Tiller's States. We will consider your offer of occupying the valley.. perhaps it can become a joint venture in coexistence and understanding."
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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 24, 2016 21:52:35 GMT -8
Jun blinked at their banter. Oh boy.She decided the thing to do was just not make eye contact with the "bearded child", and back away slowly from Va'nei and the Esdarans. She wanted none of that. Nu-uh. She decided maybe it was time to get to know the other party members, starting with Spero . "So... I noticed you have wings too. Friends of yours? Actually have we met before? You seem kinda familiar." Jun said inquisitively. It had been a long time since Resonance responded to another being, but Spero might sense the benevolent presence reaching out to him. The construct was after all, a paragon seeker with the mindset of a child. And while Jun was no slouch in the hero department, the entity could see that Spero was on a whole other level. It had no intention of leaving her for him of course, but it at least wanted to get to know the Seraphim. Spero might sense its fairy form greeting him, even if everyone else perceived it as a mere weapon. The demon crow on Jun's shoulder would eye Spero suspiciously. Out of sheer loyalty it remained with Jun and reveled in her presence, regardless of her alignment. Spero was another matter. Blackbean didn't fear holy beings, but he didn't have to like them either (except maybe Lum'Valia; she was cool). |
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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 25, 2016 3:53:54 GMT -8
The Dwarf giggled a little under his breath, and though he'd go along with all that was going on. He'd cough a few times before speaking, trying to turn his giggles into sickly wheezing where he could. "Oh yes, 'tis a rare affliction, a plague, brings great imbalances of the humours in the body, makes children hairy while killing adults. I say, I should not have coughed so much outside."
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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 26, 2016 2:17:10 GMT -8
Liz rolled her eyes at the dwarf and continued observing. She would leave as soon as she could without being rude. Such first impressions and negotiations should be given by the proper diplomats and ambassadors, not herself. Though she did somehow always manage to find herself as the first contact with every new nation Isra seemed to meet. She was only an officer of Isra, regardless of how high her rank actually was. Plus, in spite of the griffin she currently was leaning against, she had remained relatively unobtrusive thus far.
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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 30, 2016 12:28:41 GMT -8
Spero turned his head and spots Jun the young woman who won the loyalty of Resonance. He gives her a dazzling smile. It is a real genuine smile, but on his handsome face it would make many woman weak in the knees. With his wings out his angelic aura amplifies his looks. The shear perfection and purity of his being seeping through. Though at the end of the day for many it is too unearthly to be attractive. It is the beauty of a perfect sculpture, ageless and immortal. Not the beauty of a man, base and visceral. He speaks quietly as to not interrupt what the others are saying.
"We have. I was present when you won your sword. I am Spero Seraphim of Hope."
He shakes his head.
"I do not know these people. They have wings, but they are not celestial. Though they do have powerful holy magic of their own."
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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 30, 2016 17:04:27 GMT -8
Va'nei's offer of friendship was responded to with a nod, but clearly Elen intended to leave the peaceful overtures primarily to his counterpart. The dwarf, though... Elen sensed the lack of honesty in the explanation, and combined with context clues realized what any outlander would have known to begin with. "Ah, so you are a different race. I meant no offense; we have had no contact with the outside in generations, and the people of the island are all, obviously, of the same descent." Which, judging by their appearance, meant a blend of human and elf in varying proportions; Elen, for example, was very elf-like in build, except for the dark hair (fairly uncommon among elves).
At the mention of holy magic -- though Elen only caught the word 'holy' -- the priest's gaze hardened and fell once again on Spero. When he spoke, his voice was very carefully neutral; judgement withheld, neither for nor against, guilty nor innocent. "Yes, we should speak of the holy. What are you? You wear a form much like Esdar Himself, though obviously much lesser." His hand did not reach for the hilt it was so near, though that final sentence was terse enough one could be forgiven for expecting him to clutch it just in case. Still, there was no hostility... just a very firm neutrality.
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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 30, 2016 17:15:31 GMT -8
Dwarf. That sounded vaguely familiar. Perhaps something in one of the old, lost texts that had been forgotten in the Ascension. She quickly came to the same conclusion that Elen had, that this short, hairy person was in fact another race. As such, Urist earned himself a disapproving look from Ysaera, one that might be equated with a mother who is disappointed in the antics of a child. With that done, her attention shifted to Va'nei and Jun, and a smile appeared.
"Wonderful. I will have letters of introduction drafted, and if you would all be willing to deliver them to the leaders of your nations, I hope to see ties flourishing between our lands." Ah, but then something caught her ear, much as it had caught Elen's, the world holy. Her gaze darted over to Spero, then flicked to Elen. She could see the tension in her love, and knew that she would need to act quickly, lest they have an incident. Rising from her seat once the High Priest had spoken, with a smile, she gestured to the others present.. very carefully excluding Spero in the collective indication.
"If you would all please follow the servants, you will be escorted to a place where you may refresh yourselves, receive healing, and find food and rest for the evening. In the morning you will receive the letters I spoke of, and you will be escorted to the Door that you may depart. As thanks for defeating the monster, you will be given free reign of the island - you are now Heroes and will be chronicled in our lore." Despite how friendly and welcoming her tone was, it was also clear that she wouldn't be denied, as she spread her arms and wings both and inserted herself between everyone else and Spero, kindly but firmly herding them toward the servants clustered near the door. Said servants took it from there, escorting everyone outside and closing the doors behind them. Once they were gone, Ysaera let her wings relax and her arms fall, and returned to Elen's side, looking at Spero with extreme concern.
"You said your name was Spero? Please, let me explain. In Esdara, those with wings are seen as holy, touched by Esdar Himself.. but none have more than two wings. The Winged One is a holy being with six wings. That you have the same number as He, but are apparently unaware of Him, or of the island which is His, is very troublesome to us. Surely you understand?"
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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 30, 2016 17:43:32 GMT -8
Spero blinked in surprise. Apparently they were addressing the Seraphim in the room now. The winged man seemed slightly displeased. Not angry, but stern in his questioning. The woman ushered the others out of the room being polite and friendly, but also firm. His response to both was a beaming smile. He wasn't particularly worried about what was happening. Or overly insulted by being referred to as lesser. He listens to the explanation with a beatific smile. Then he says in a voice of infinite kindness.
"I understand your distress. Faith is a beautiful thing, but it can be disconcerting to have it shaken. You heard my name correctly, I am Spero. I am a Seraphim, the highest choir of angel, of the eternal virtue Hope. I imagine that Esdar is a similar being to myself. A powerful celestial. Perhaps one who has ascended beyond the choirs to become a hand of the light. Though I cannot say for certain."
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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.
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Post by Urist Ranulfin on Aug 30, 2016 18:34:47 GMT -8
Laughing a little, the Dwarf contemplated the words of these people. Being stuck in such a small place, even if not particularly small, would have lots of interesting effects. Incest, inter-species relationships, lack of resources, strange cults and faiths emerging. He was surprised they did not think of something worse. Thinking there was significance in 6 wings was relatively sane for their situation, he considered applauding them, but then he realized that would entail coming out with his other beliefs. He decided to just keep giggling to himself, and add "These buggers are really odd, were isolated for a long time, could have been worse." to his book. |
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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 30, 2016 19:33:36 GMT -8
Jun bowed politely to the Esdarans as they deprived her of her new friend. It was too bad really. She was hoping to ask Spero for some advice on holiness. That said, Jun was excited to explore more of this new land.
Of course, she would stick close to Va'nei. For an adventurer of sorts she was still feeling rather shy and cautious. Perhaps it was the implications of making first contact with an isolated species. The best way to avoid screwing things up was probably to do as little as possible.
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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 30, 2016 20:19:05 GMT -8
Va'nei stood from the seat she'd taken and bowed to the pair, then draped her arm around Jun's shoulder as she walked with the girl out of the Hall. Jun was her people, and the Earthwarden would guard and guide her as needed.
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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
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on Aug 31, 2016 18:37:36 GMT -8
Leiron bowed his head ever so slightly and followed the instructions given without the need to be herded. Though his sharp senses picked up slightly on the start of the conversation with Spero. The elf didn't really care though, she said they had "free reign of the island," and that was a green light to explore. As soon as he rested up a bit.
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