Asadobres
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83 
Age: 30
Physical Description: A young dragon by all means. Coated in silver scales with claws and horns that look like obsidian. Small frame to be faster and more agile in the air but weaker physically. Her wings when spread are saphiric blue.
Her humanoid form looks like a young elf girl, with white hair and blue eyes. It took time and a lot of practice but her humanoid guise is finally perfected.
Clothes and Equipment: A saddle made by leiron out of many different kinds of leathers. It was well designed through trial and error. She accepts the extra quivers and saddle bags, the weight will make her faster and stronger should they be removed.
In her human form she often wears a light cloth dress that Leiron makes her wear, though she doesn't understand why.
Registered: Jun 30, 2015 19:46:52 GMT -8
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Post by Asadobres on Aug 31, 2016 18:56:49 GMT -8
Asadobres couldn't help but pick up on the tension that suddenly sparked in the room. She was all but prepared to stop a fight when the female got them to leave. Leiron was all to happy to move on, so she followed quickly behind him.
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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 Sept 2, 2016 14:25:47 GMT -8
"...I see." Elen had calmed notably; his demeanor was still quite judicial, a natural mannerism for him considering his job, but it seemed the scales had tipped in Spero's favor. The hand that had certainly not reached for his Blade was now more naturally resting on the table before him; his wings shifted, feathers fluttering slightly as he adjusted them to be in folded a bit closer against his back. "That you do not know of Esdar is not your fault, of course, and you have not disrespected Him, truly." Though the High Priest found some issue in calling his deity 'a hand of the light,' as that was really too close to blasphemy for his taste, there was no sense taking issue with one who was, whether he knew it or not, also touched by the Light of Esdar.
"I welcome you, again, to Esdara, Spero. If you wish them, rooms will be found for you within the Temple whenever you like... yes, Ysaera?"
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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 Sept 2, 2016 15:54:34 GMT -8
Ysaera looked thoughtful as Spero explained himself. Seraphim. Angel. Celestial. These were words most unfamiliar to her. But he didn't seem intent on sewing dissent within the people. Still, his very presence may do so. She shared a glance with Elen when he spoke her name, and gave him a small smile, then nodded slightly.
"Of course, Elen. Although I fear we may have some damage control to do. People will question why this outsider has six wings, and how that relates him to Esdar."
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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 Sept 2, 2016 16:18:51 GMT -8
Spero smiles at the winged couple. Pleased that apparently they haven't taken issue with him. At the mention of rooms he simply shakes his head.
"I have no possessions. No need to eat or sleep unless I desire it. So well your offer is appreciated I will decline. I will take some time exploring your land and then depart. I believe that I can also help mitigate some of what worries you."
With a small expression of will he surpresses his power. His wings vanishing and his aura shrinking. Leaving him looking like a normal if unnaturally pretty man.
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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 Sept 3, 2016 20:18:08 GMT -8
Elen smiled faintly, his only response for a moment a nod. Spero seemed smart enough to know that manifesting two wings would pose no theological quandaries at all; Elen was certain the angel would do so if it was more convenient for him. "Very well, then. Explore to your hearts content, friend."
Elen then turned to face Ysaera a bit more, his tone softening from its standard flat neutrality as he spoke to his counterpart. "If questions are asked, we can simply let it be known to the Council that Spero carries a spark of divine essence -- of course he is not Esdar, or an avatar of Esdar, but touched by the light nonetheless. What do you think?"
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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 Sept 3, 2016 20:25:29 GMT -8
Ysaera looked extremely relieved when the holy aura faded from around Spero, and took his wings with it. Smiling to him, she inclined her head in thankful respect.
"We thank you for your willingness to lessen any potential issues, Hero Spero. Esdara will always welcome you." Raising her head, she shifted her focus to Elen as he did the same, and her already soft features filled with a warmth and light that only the High Priest evoked. Nodding in agreement with his words, she replied quietly.
"That is an excellent solution. Hopefully it will not come to that, but we will be prepared if it does."
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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 Sept 4, 2016 11:03:52 GMT -8
"Thank you. Hope be with you children."
Spero says to the two. Then the Seraphim strolls from church. Curious to see this land that floated above the sky.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Dec 16, 2016 12:03:54 GMT -8
The military escort of Ryden Greyiron and his diplomatic party made good time from the Door to the Lowlands, passing through the city's gate and into the heart of the nation's capital. They led them through the streets and up to the Council Hall, where the armored group came to a stop. The minor officer in charge stopped and turned to Ryden with a small bow. "We can go no further, Chancellor." A priest and priestess stood in front of the closed doors of the Hall, waiting for the Chancellor to be ready to enter so they could lead him inside. |
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on Dec 19, 2016 2:44:27 GMT -8
The cortège accompanying the chancellor of Isra halted before the Council Hall, having enjoyed the enlightening walk through the sky-city of Esdara. As they arrived, Ryden returned the officer's bow with a deep, if brief, nod of his head before acknowledging the priest and priestess awaiting him in a similar manner.
As he preferred not to keep the councillors within waiting, he quickly unbuckled the scabbard, and, consequently, the sword, he had strapped to his hip, which he then passed to his ever-present assistant. After straightening and smoothing out his robes, he approached the priestly duo who would escort him in, indicating to them that he was ready to enter.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Dec 19, 2016 9:57:07 GMT -8
"Welcome. Please, follow us."
The female half of the pair spoke to the Chancellor, gesturing for the man to accompany them as the duo pulled the doors open, leading him inside. Down a brief hallway and into a large circular room, which was dominated by an equally large and circular table. It was ringed with six chairs (two of which were vacant) and a pair of ornate stools (both of which were unoccupied), and the top was laden with trays of food and drink; the four occupied chairs were being sat in by four men in robes edged with rich purple, secured at the left shoulder with a silver clasp, each fashioned in a different shape. The men rose as Ryden entered, and one of them (his clasp a winged star) spoke to the Chancellor.
"You must be the Chancellor from Isra. We are the Council of Winds - well, part of it, anyway. Our High Inquisitor is busy, and the Winged Blade of Justice and the Winged Crown of Grace are sequestered away in the Palace, so they can't attend at the time, either. I am Pelleas Virven, the High Cleric, and these are my equals, the High Arbiter, High Scribe, and High Marshal. Please, sit, have some food and drink. Would you prefer wine or water?"
The High Cleric gestured to one of the vacant seats, the one which didn't bear a winged seal, as the priest and priestess moved to pour wines of ruby red and pale sparkling yellow into the glasses of the council members.
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on Jan 3, 2017 13:53:15 GMT -8
Ryden followed the priest and priestess down the short corridor, keeping pace a few steps behind them. As he was led into the room, he took a moment to look around at the furnishings, noting with some satisfaction the way the Esdarans displayed their wealth and choices in interior decoration with taste, and class, rather than grandiose gaudiness. It was fitting, really, for what he had seen of the city thus far that their most important places would be decorated as well, if not better.
Acknowledging each of the High Councillors in turn as they were introduced to him with something akin to a nod and a bow - if one were technically inclined they would describe it as a deep inclination of the head accompanied by a half-bow from the waist - he answered the questions of Cleric Virven. "My thanks, High Cleric, and to yourselves all as councillors. I am indeed the lord Chancellor of Isra, Ryden Greyiron, and it is a pleasure to meet all of you." He turned briefly to the priest and priestess serving drinks. "I would greatly appreicate a glass of wine, white, if you please." He then took his seat, smiling politely around the table at the councillors.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Jan 4, 2017 7:10:32 GMT -8
The priestess poured a glass of white wine and set it in front of the chair Ryden occupied; he would find the libation to be light and crisp, with just a hint of citrus flavor. The council members each took their seats, sipping at their drink of choice only once Ryden had sampled his own. The priest and priestess moved off to one side of the room, just within sight so they could be of service, but not close enough for their presence to be an intrusion. The High Arbiter, a harsh-looking man with a sharp beak of a nose who was easily identified by the seal of the winged scales, gestured toward the trays of food - breads, fruits, pieces of cheese, candied nuts, and morsels of some sort of pale meat (which was in fact fish) wrapped in lettuce and drizzled with a fragrant slightly spicy sauce. As he did so, he spoke, his voice deep and firm, his words clipped.. not with an intent to be rude, it simply seemed to be his way.
"I'm sure you're hungry after your trip from Isra, Chancellor. We hope you enjoy the fare. We were most pleased when we received word that a delegation from your city had arrived - Commodore Finch made an excellent impression on our people, specifically our military, and it's our hope that we can forge strong bonds between our two nations."
The other members of the council nodded and murmured their agreement. This would be their first formal tie with a land of the world below. Their affiliation with the Land-Tillers was casual, at the moment, with members of their people inhabiting the Valley below the island, and that seemed enough for the ruling parties of both places, at the moment. But Esdara was eager to branch out into the world that they had been secluded from for so long, and this was a great first step in that direction.
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