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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Aug 7, 2016 21:01:44 GMT -8
A blend of carefully planned flower beds and elegantly chaotic plants, the gardens are lined with stone walkways and a number of fountains and fish ponds. A few stone gazebos filled with cushions and other comfortable furniture can be found in various places, providing comfort for those who walk through the greenery. |
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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 8, 2016 13:08:58 GMT -8
It was a day just like any other - the High Priestess was moving through the gardens of the palace in quiet introspection. The activity was a common one for the elegant woman with her white hair and white-feathered wings, which were currently tucked against her back - the grass beneath her feet, the scent of the varicolored flowers all around her, the feel of the wind brushing across her skin.. she felt that it all brought her a little closer to Esdar, allowing her mind and spirit to be open to the touch of their God. Coming across a singularly lovely flower of a brilliant purplish hue, she stopped and leaned down to inhale its fragrance, her hand moving to let fingertips lightly touch the base of the silky-soft petals.
But when her skin touched the flower, it immediately wilted, crumbling into a thick, grey miasma. Soon the entire garden was vanishing into nothing more than that cloying fog. A shudder ran down Ysaera's back as she realized what this was. The Myst. The palace faded from existence around her, and she looked on with horror in her pale grey eyes as she was transported to a valley, full of Myst and rocks. A creature of black bone loomed above her, formed from the Myst, and roared, lashing out at her with a great talon-tipped appendage. Just before the strike could land, the monster exploded in fire and light, the Myst and the valley disappearing. Instead, she found herself standing before the Door of Vothiea, the green light which filled the portal's archway shimmering as something began to emerge from it.
The High Priestess staggered as the vision abruptly ceased, and she pressed a hand to her midriff as the air rushed out of her, as though she'd been struck. So. Esdar had given her a prophecy. Something was going to come out of the Door. She wasn't certain if it was the monster she'd seen, or whatever had destroyed it, but neither was good - something, or someone, strong enough to annihilate a beast made of the Myst would be a force to be reckoned with. Straightening, she ruffled her wings and turned to the pair of Temple Guards who were trailing her, gesturing to @aztiel as she spoke in her melodic voice.
"Guard Aztiel, you will accompany me. You." This was said as she directed her gaze to the other Guard. "You will locate Kin'Zik immediately, and tell him to meet me within the sitting room. Tell him it is urgent." Kin'Zik Tearney was the right-hand man of both the High Priestess and the High Priest, and the Temple Guard all knew that if either the Blade or the Crown needed him urgently, there was no time to waste. Without waiting to see whether or not her commands had been obeyed (for they undoubtedly had), she began to make her way through the gardens toward the palace proper, lifting the filmy pale gold skirts of her robes (designed specifically to be easily put on and taken off around her wings) out of the way of her rapid strides.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2024 10:57:10 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2016 13:44:42 GMT -8
Aztiel silently obeyed. He followed closely behind. The man was curios as to the sudden urgency that seemed to grip the High Priestess. He knew however that in time this wonder would be stated.
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