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 Feb 10, 2018 15:08:35 GMT -8
What is that? Jun thought to herself. Is this energy cleansed so easily?
Jun had never cleansed or blessed anything before. Holy magic had a natural ability to fight back things of darkness and evil intent, but she had never put it into practice against things like curses; she was more used to vaporizing skeletons and what-not. Trogdor's weapon seemed like it was just that, a cursed weapon with a sickly but powerful aura.
She imperceptibly sighed with impatience. She could already tell that Naoki was leaning against the proposition. In truth, the idealism of having a safe haven for other races that were being oppressed appealed to her. But at the same time, his proposal was problematic. Forceful occupation and co-existence sounded like a bad idea.
Her attention turned back to the blade. That blade. Where did it come from? Why was it familiar? Was Trogdor even aware of its dark power? Or how it was faltering to Jun's holy magic? Was it even really faltering? Was it a trap?
By now Jun had forgotten herself slightly and was noticeably eyeing it.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220 
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Feb 10, 2018 22:02:43 GMT -8
Staring at the tanto would reveal a depth to the blade. Beneath the sheath, blazing upon the steel was a melted rune that was now unreadable. Within the cold steel was imprisoned a power that was far greater than that of the outer aura. The miasma that Jun had felt was only the overflow of the source within. Buried deep within the vessel a small flame burned like a burning coal, hot, but destined to die. Minutely perceptible was the desire to be unsheathed so that the blade could ignite a new fire. But Trogdor would not do so, and the power would be left to smolder.
Still the residual heat was strong and dangerous to manipulate, though perhaps not so difficult for an experienced holy mage. Excess mana continued to seep out of the blade, spreading and edging around Jun’s aura. It was not aggressive, the magic was free to use by anyone. The mana moved fluidly from areas of high concentration lower areas. With the abundant power in the air Jun likely had enough to blast the compressed dragon to oblivion, cursed knife be damned. She could at least get rid of one villain in the name of the law of this land. The dragon was not worry about a breach of peace from the Isrians however.
Trogdor did not know the inner thoughts of the Empress, but he could sense the change of mood. His words came from the mouth of a beast and Naoki was right to be disdainful. Yet, the Empress's sentiments were wrong on at least one account. Trogdor was cruel and because of this, he saw no value in pity. Monster that he was, Trogdor cared only for power. Bandits killed was power lost in the eyes of the dragon. It was wasted potential for them to kidnap humans and torture them. Such inane violence was worthless. The difference between a bandit and a soldier was the principles of the force that governed them. Trogdor needed to show the Empress that he was at least lawful, if not completely pure of intent. For it was with law, that true power lay.
"Isra is a free land where all who abide the rules may live equally. Through my rule, those who you deem dangerous will conform to the laws of civilization. They will not simply be forced into cooperation. They will do it because society must evolve least it destroy itself." Trogdor paused here to give weight to those words. It was imperative that the Empress understand that despite the darkness in Trogdor's heart he strove for unity, if only for the sake of greater power. Like his lust for gold, it was greed that motivated the dragon. The beast could be called evil because nothing would stop his desires. Perhaps, Naoki new this about the dragon. Surely, she knew that the beast was motivated. Was it possible that she goodness came come from evil?
“The current citizens of Stonevale are part of an old society. That land and its people should not be disrespected. If new creatures are to inhabit their land it is only right that the people of Stonevale should be elevated in status. There are goblins, trolls, and orcs that wish for fertile lands to farm. Let them farm the land and the humans can reap the reward. Even the poorest human will be raised to the middle class, where they can benefit the economy by becoming traders, entrepreneurs, and philosophers. Once all creatures can live together the creative potential is unlimited.” In Trogdor’s mind his kingdom would be a utopia. A beacon by the sea. Though Naoki might have known the right of it. Vanity blinded the dragon to the dystopia that was inevitable for some.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Feb 12, 2018 7:23:04 GMT -8
In considering the matter from multiple directions, The Empress stumbles upon one important fact. He is a dragon. And he, as a dragon, doesn’t know human social cues or etiquette. He isn’t paying attention to the way she moves her head or the direction in which her feet are pointing. He’s a dragon. She doesn’t think him incompetent in such matters, but it doesn’t make sense to treat him as she might a human.
She’ll likely get farther, she thinks, with explicit statements and straightforward negotiation.
Though, his proposal is still absolutely absurd. What he’s inferring now is slavery. He dresses it up, but it’s slavery and not in any way considerable. Satellite states such as The Duchy are given much leniency to have their own laws and govern themselves. However, slavery is one of only a few things that are explicitly forbidden by Imperial Doctrine. It seems to her as if he’s been thinking about this for a while and has all manner of grand ideas packed in.
“What you propose is more than I am willing to agree to so quickly. Your plan is ambitious and would affect much. There are too many things that cannot yet be known for me to decide for my people in good conscience.”
She attempts to backtrack. “I believe we would do well first to reach a smaller agreement. You wish for power in the form of a city, and I am not averse to the concept. You offer gold, and I say politely: keep your gold. It is worth more to you than to me.”
Assuming he hasn’t yet blown his top, she continues. “What I am interested in is your power. I agree that there’s much potential in an alliance between us, and before proceeding much further, I would like to discuss the terms under which we would be allied.” An appeal to his ego. Here, she figures it best to let him present his ideas and talk him down from there. If she were to propose terms, he would ask for more, and he might be offended by her initial proposal.
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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 Feb 18, 2018 14:36:49 GMT -8
The curiosity was starting to drive her mad. She desperately wanted to try to cleanse the weapon of its dark miasma. But she also didn't want to interrupt negotiations with Trogdor and Naoki. It was so strange, to have this invisible interplay of magic happening right under Naoki's nose, which like the rest of her body was probably non-magical and couldn't sense anything odd.
They had met for only a few minutes and it was already proving to be a strange experience. Jun had never ebbed and flowed between bloodlust, nostalgia, benevolence, curiosity, impatience, and contemplation in just over the span of a bathroom break.
She couldn't help it. She knew she had to ask about the weapon before he left. A part of her almost hoped the negotiations would go sour so she could try to take the blade, but she wouldn't dare put her patron/friend/VIP in danger.
Lady Naoki's counteroffer seemed reasonable. An alliance, a city (which it seemed Naoki was disinclined to have be Stonevale), and a safe-haven for the so-called savage races in this world. She liked it. Maybe the Land-Tillers could help vitalize the land with their magic, for the right incentive of course.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Feb 20, 2018 1:21:22 GMT -8
“I could agree to certain terms,” Trogdor said tentatively, “You now know my intentions; the lengths that I will go to reach my goals. That dragons...That I, should be respected and feared has always been my desire. Will Isra sanction my actions in the Open Lands? I would give you my power when called upon, but in return, I ask but one thing. Give me one day to confront the statue of Zephidel on Stonevale Beach.”
Trogdor paused to hear Naoki’s response. It had not been hard for Trogdor to let go of Stonevale. That city had never been his to begin with and the desire to rule shimmered only faintly in his black heart. His real infatuation with the place came of his meeting with Zephidel on the first day he arrived to this land. Lord Zephidel had not been seen for a long time and Trogdor now sought to destroy his last traces.
If this small request could be accepted Trogdor would make a further proposal, “As to me lending you power that too comes at a condition. I must know what kind of power you can give me in return. Perhaps a small duel between me and your mage would set an adequate standard. I believe the stage is already set.”
With the last words, Trogdor turned his gaze towards Jun, “If I win you must serve me.” Just as when they had first met, the spell that transformed the dragon into a man wavered. The beast preached on as a dark look came over his face, “Too many times have I been controlled or manipulated to be bound once more. Still, my power would be greater if I could bind a mortal to my will… If you agree you can, of course, ask a prize.”
The dragon had seen Jun eyeing the tanto he wore. In fact, he knew that the blade might have appealed to her. Giving no notice to the guards Trogdor was already reaching for the dagger at his side. The power around him was hot. It smoldered brighter like a bed of coals about to burst into flames.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Feb 20, 2018 5:25:48 GMT -8
“I know the statue of which you speak,” The Empress says. It was brought to her attention during her postwar trip to Stonevale. She didn’t think much of it at the time, and as far as she knows, it’s in with the rest of the spoils, likely in some warehouse. It certainly wasn’t left standing after the city was captured.
“You can have it,” she continues, “and do what with it you will.”
This is a fine exchange, she thinks. A good start. She'll happily indulge his grudge; it isn't any skin off her nose. Then he mentions dueling.
“There will be no dueling,” The Empress states flatly.
“We agreed to talk, and so we shall talk. Any attack on an Isran will be interpreted as such and will mean the end of our negotiations.”
“Your business here is with me,” she says calmly, eyes boring into the dragon. “If you doubted my power you wouldn’t have approached me. I refuse to put lives at risk to prove anything to you. You may take the deal as it stands, negotiate further, leave, or die to find out what 'kind of power' Isra has.”
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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 Feb 23, 2018 10:07:38 GMT -8
When Trogdor brought up the offer of a duel, Jun's mood hovered between concerned trepidation about the possibility of being enslaved and I AM SO FUCKING READY YOU RED-BELLIED PIECE OF SH-
And then of course, Naoki, being the rational one, shut down the "conversation". With Trogdor revealing his true form, Jun's hand had already drawn her mythical sky blue sword and had taken a defensive stance. Her weapon trembled slightly from her white-knuckled fist. A surge of glowing snow white energy rushed into it. The strain of holding back and calming herself only made it shake even more.
Jun took a deep breath. She relaxed her pose and lowered her sword. Not one to be blue-balled out of casting a powerful spell, however, she placed her helmet down on the ground and then held up her hand to Trogdor, as if to say "Just a moment."
All that energy that had surged into Resonance needed to go somewhere, so she turned to the side and took an overhead stance with her sword, directing her gaze at an upwards angle. She extended her arm out and then had her whole body follow through with a powerful downward slash. The resulting concussive airburst would cause Naoki's hair to billow wildly as an impressive crescent of blinding silvery light exploded out of the blade's path and went flying up at an angle into the foliage above them.
Jun sighed deeply with relief and then sheathed her sword again. The only sound that remained was of bewildered birds flocking up into the sky. As Jun was turning to face Trogdor, dozens of felled tree limbs and branches fell to the ground along a straight path beneath where Jun had launched her attack. Jun's eyes shifted between Trogdor, Naoki, and the nearby guards. "Sorry. Sorry guys." She said, somewhat red-faced. "Uh, as you were."
At least one intact bird's nest landed along the botanical carnage. The mother bird was nowhere to be seen.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Feb 25, 2018 12:19:29 GMT -8
The dragon had now been scorned in every way possible during this meeting. Hs offers had not been accepted and the Empress had only led him on so that she could respond with denial. Now the mage too would insult him. In his own way, Trogdor had asked Jun to become his rider. She had taken the offered power and thrown it away. It seemed that by attempting civility, Trogdor had only made his defeat easier.
A typical politician, Naoki had talked without saying anything. She had avoided the questions of sanctioning the dragon’s actions and offered nothing in return for his power. The statue would only have been a symbol of their agreement and was certainly not enough for Trogdor to give his allegiance. By denying the dual Naoki showed that she was not tolerant enough to control this dragon.
“What deal?” The beast sneered. “Strength and gold is all I have to bargain. I have offered you everything and you would give me nothing. We have nothing left to discuss.” Trogdor turned away from the Empress and would acknowledge her no more.
Focussing again on the mage he said, “In the interest of this not being a complete waste of our time I offer you this evil blade. It is time that the terrors of our past be completely forgotten. Perhaps you will deliver me the statue of Zephidel so that I too can forget. But I have come to expect little.”
Trogdor threw the sheathed blade to the ground at Jun’s feet. “Take it, leave it, or return it to me at another time. I do not care. In a few days, I will send a kobold named Oobie Doobie to repay a debt I owe in Isra. You can speak to him if you wish.” Before leaving Trogdor scooped up the bird’s nest. Within were two eggs that could still be saved. At one time the dragon had spoken the language of all creatures. This ability had been lost due to insanity, but the dragon still had some capacity for affection.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Feb 27, 2018 9:08:03 GMT -8
Lady Naoki’s ears flatten against the top of her head in an attempt to mitigate the otherwise deafening sound of Jun’s spell. After the echoing fades, she delivers to Jun a (jokingly) unamused look as she straightens her hair. It’s a reminder of Jun’s staggering destructive potential, and why she is the choice for situations such as these.
What Naoki does find amusing, however, is Trogdor’s dismissal. “Alright then,” she says, holding back a chuckle. “In that case, have a good day.”
He, who doesn’t even have enough self-control to last ten minutes of conversation, seeks to be respected and accomplish things in the world.
Though she appreciates the thought in his attempt to negotiate, the only sort of respect he’ll get is the sort of respect any sane individual gives to beasts physically stronger than themselves. The meeting has done little for Trogdor’s standing with Isra, other than drawing attention to his ambitions. Naoki came to this meeting with a small personal grudge against the dragon, and she walks away with the knowledge that the dragon is in actually one step above the utterly simple-minded beast she thought him to be. And, she supposes, that much more dangerous. If Imperial Inquisitors weren't paying attention to his exploits, they certainly would be now.
Lady Naoki says nothing further—only smirks as Trogdor leaves. She glances between Torrin, Jun, and the dagger sitting in the mud, considering. Looking to Jun, Naoki raises an eyebrow in silent question. What are Jun’s thoughts? Naoki seeks to gain her perspective.
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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 Mar 2, 2018 7:13:39 GMT -8
She looks at Trogdor somewhat guiltily as he turns to leave. "I-"
Before Jun could complete her thought she was suddenly viciously attacked from the sky.
The mother bird had apparently survived and was now pecking ferociously at her scalp.
"Ok ok I'm sorry I'm sorry. Uh, crap. Lord Trogdor, she wants you to put the nest in anoth- OUCH! In another tree please?" She struggled to put her helmet on and cover her eyes without hurting what looked like a large blue jay.
In the meantime, Jun wanted to address Trogdor's hurt feelings. "Lord Trogdo- Ouch! There are three other dragons I share a close friendship with. One is the former- ouch- earthwarden, the other is a powerful holy dragon, and the third is a blue storm dragon -ouch- who likes to pick fights every 35 seconds. If I was bound to your will, it'd be an insult to all of them. I respect your -ouch- power enough to not presume I could easily beat you. Although if you're open to duel for fun on some other occ- ouch!"
Jun really, really didn't want to strike the blue bird back. She kind of deserved this.
"Anyways, where did you get that dagger? Its power is very familiar to me, but something about it feels wrong as well." Jun would have liked to asked this in a demanding tone, but being attacked by a blue bird wasn't conducive to maintaining a dignified posture. So she opted for a more conversational one.
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Torrin Delmirev
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 31
Physical Description: This silvery dragonborn is truly massive to behold, at nearly eight feet tall with bulging muscles and some well-groomed scales. He keeps his teeth shiny white, and polishes his scales regularly. He usually smells of mint, and is completely cold to the touch.
Clothes and Equipment: Torrin keeps his armor as clean as his scales, and it is even a matching grey color. His armor is thick and heavy, limiting his speed in running, but making him all but impervious to most weaponry. He wields a fairly wicked looking sword, both ceremonial and functional amongst his people, as well as shield emblazoned with a silver dragon on it in honor of his ancestors.
Registered: Feb 17, 2017 16:12:58 GMT -8
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Post by Torrin Delmirev on Mar 8, 2018 6:47:35 GMT -8
Strange, that a being with so little empathy or sense would care about two birds... a ruse most likely, or perhaps he too had been abandoned by trusted caretakers. The arrival of the mother bird furthered the train of thought. And yet they weren't abandoned. Merely left alone for a few moments so the mother could hunt, and in the end provide for her young better. How short-sighted is this dragon?
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Telemachon
Established
. . A̢̡̰̤͖̥̘̿́̑́͂̂̒͜ͅ n̶̨̮̘̥̱̾̋́́̕̚͜͜ g̷̨̙̼̥̩̠͍̘̯͊̐͑͂̂̓͐̀͗̋ ḙ̖̱̳̗̾͒̋͜͠͠ r̢̺͖̯͉̉͑̀̊̂̌̅̐͗ͅ . .
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: Unaccountable.
Physical Description: Telemachon is a being of enormous proportions, on the very edge of human possibility for musculature, height and build. The man has jet-black hair and eyes that have no discernible iris, simply one large dark pupil. Clean shaven on his face his hair is short but spiked and messy. He appears youthful and well-built in most manners with a "baby face" save for wrinkles, heavy bags under his sleepless red eyes, a strong set of cheeks, and appearance as though he was repeatedly whacked with both sharp and blunt sides of a shovel. His skin varies from youthful and smooth to rough and aged in texture, naturally quite pale but usually in a light beige-copper tint from his travels.
Clothes and Equipment: He has thick and ornate armour seemingly writhing to new cruel shapes when one is not looking upon it. Upon close examination it would appear to be part of one whole piece, partially explaining the occasional creak as its wearer moves. His only permanent weapons are two long spikes coming from the armour on either wrist, but he easily materializes weapons akin to his armour as an innate skill.
Player's online availability : All the time, but I might not be on when it says I am :[
Registered: Apr 20, 2018 2:42:56 GMT -8
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Post by Telemachon on Apr 26, 2018 9:24:26 GMT -8
Enter from wilderness roadTelemachon walked presumably with Elvira Ravensborne nearby. He would stop and turn to his temporary companion, nodding in general acknowledgement. "We are at the forest. I shall take a one minute reprieve. I believe we are close enough for whoever Guards this border to approach us during this time, if they deem such is necessary. I will note that if you have any illegal or immoral intentions you best reveal them now and turn around. Otherwise prepare for rather simple procedure to enter." Then the man crossed his legs and sat down in one movement. He closed his eyes and planted both fists in the soil, his teeth gritting together as the rested and thought. Telemachon didn't dream however, for consciousness was already barely lucid for him.
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Elvira Ravensborne
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Elvira appears to be in her very early twenties. {}-{}
Physical Description: Elvira is of middling height, with eyes of grey. Her skin is exceedingly pale and her smooth raven hair flows over her shoulders and halfway down her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elvira wears a long black dress which falls almost to the ground, showing only her black boots below the hem. She also wears a hooded black cloak, hiding her face.
Registered: Apr 23, 2018 5:25:49 GMT -8
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Post by Elvira Ravensborne on Apr 26, 2018 13:47:15 GMT -8
Elvira dismounted, throwing back her hood to reveal long back hair and the rest of her pale eyes, grey eyes scouring their surrounds. As she loosened her steed's harness and tethered it to an overhanging branch, she called, "I assure you, Kavallerio, my intents are perfectly legal."
The woman then unfastened the raven brooch of her cloak, spreading the black material over the ground to create a clean surface. She was wearing a long black dress, elegant but not over impractical, and far from revealing. She plucked an apple from a tree, settling herself upon her cloak to rest.
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Telemachon
Established
. . A̢̡̰̤͖̥̘̿́̑́͂̂̒͜ͅ n̶̨̮̘̥̱̾̋́́̕̚͜͜ g̷̨̙̼̥̩̠͍̘̯͊̐͑͂̂̓͐̀͗̋ ḙ̖̱̳̗̾͒̋͜͠͠ r̢̺͖̯͉̉͑̀̊̂̌̅̐͗ͅ . .
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: Unaccountable.
Physical Description: Telemachon is a being of enormous proportions, on the very edge of human possibility for musculature, height and build. The man has jet-black hair and eyes that have no discernible iris, simply one large dark pupil. Clean shaven on his face his hair is short but spiked and messy. He appears youthful and well-built in most manners with a "baby face" save for wrinkles, heavy bags under his sleepless red eyes, a strong set of cheeks, and appearance as though he was repeatedly whacked with both sharp and blunt sides of a shovel. His skin varies from youthful and smooth to rough and aged in texture, naturally quite pale but usually in a light beige-copper tint from his travels.
Clothes and Equipment: He has thick and ornate armour seemingly writhing to new cruel shapes when one is not looking upon it. Upon close examination it would appear to be part of one whole piece, partially explaining the occasional creak as its wearer moves. His only permanent weapons are two long spikes coming from the armour on either wrist, but he easily materializes weapons akin to his armour as an innate skill.
Player's online availability : All the time, but I might not be on when it says I am :[
Registered: Apr 20, 2018 2:42:56 GMT -8
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Post by Telemachon on Apr 26, 2018 16:13:18 GMT -8
As 'Kavallerio' finished his rest he rose again, staring into the sun past the multitude of leaves and branches. His features softened out by a fraction with scars shrinking and a wrinkle or two smoothing out. Kavallerio massaged his eyebrows with mailed fingers, before turning to Elvira.
"Not illegal, you say? But what of immoral Elvira? You say your words in a way that is... deliciously elusive." The words were spoken in the same animalistic voice as earlier, but without the erratic trait to his volume, pitch, and even movement.
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Elvira Ravensborne
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Elvira appears to be in her very early twenties. {}-{}
Physical Description: Elvira is of middling height, with eyes of grey. Her skin is exceedingly pale and her smooth raven hair flows over her shoulders and halfway down her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elvira wears a long black dress which falls almost to the ground, showing only her black boots below the hem. She also wears a hooded black cloak, hiding her face.
Registered: Apr 23, 2018 5:25:49 GMT -8
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Post by Elvira Ravensborne on Apr 27, 2018 8:34:01 GMT -8
Elvira met his gaze, unblinking. "I have no immoral intentions, either." The woman then bit into her apple, blinking at last. Her teeth entered the fruit neatly, leaving a seemingly perfect section missing. She chewed neatly, mouth closed and jaw moving only slightly. The woman remained focused on her companion, but she did not speak further.
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Telemachon
Established
. . A̢̡̰̤͖̥̘̿́̑́͂̂̒͜ͅ n̶̨̮̘̥̱̾̋́́̕̚͜͜ g̷̨̙̼̥̩̠͍̘̯͊̐͑͂̂̓͐̀͗̋ ḙ̖̱̳̗̾͒̋͜͠͠ r̢̺͖̯͉̉͑̀̊̂̌̅̐͗ͅ . .
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: Unaccountable.
Physical Description: Telemachon is a being of enormous proportions, on the very edge of human possibility for musculature, height and build. The man has jet-black hair and eyes that have no discernible iris, simply one large dark pupil. Clean shaven on his face his hair is short but spiked and messy. He appears youthful and well-built in most manners with a "baby face" save for wrinkles, heavy bags under his sleepless red eyes, a strong set of cheeks, and appearance as though he was repeatedly whacked with both sharp and blunt sides of a shovel. His skin varies from youthful and smooth to rough and aged in texture, naturally quite pale but usually in a light beige-copper tint from his travels.
Clothes and Equipment: He has thick and ornate armour seemingly writhing to new cruel shapes when one is not looking upon it. Upon close examination it would appear to be part of one whole piece, partially explaining the occasional creak as its wearer moves. His only permanent weapons are two long spikes coming from the armour on either wrist, but he easily materializes weapons akin to his armour as an innate skill.
Player's online availability : All the time, but I might not be on when it says I am :[
Registered: Apr 20, 2018 2:42:56 GMT -8
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Post by Telemachon on Apr 27, 2018 10:32:28 GMT -8
'Kavallerio' noted the accuracy of Elvira's teeth and speculated what else this mystery person could apply such accuracy to, in the same way his traits would be speculated upon.
"Your reluctance to say so at first troubles me, particularly with your 'mysterious' nature upon our meeting. However, for now I am near and such worries are pointless." He paused nodding to passing guards in the distance. "Regardless, we may pass now if so desired. I believe the Garrison Tavern is not far, if you wish me to guide you on a like course for now."
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Elvira Ravensborne
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Elvira appears to be in her very early twenties. {}-{}
Physical Description: Elvira is of middling height, with eyes of grey. Her skin is exceedingly pale and her smooth raven hair flows over her shoulders and halfway down her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elvira wears a long black dress which falls almost to the ground, showing only her black boots below the hem. She also wears a hooded black cloak, hiding her face.
Registered: Apr 23, 2018 5:25:49 GMT -8
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Post by Elvira Ravensborne on Apr 27, 2018 11:12:29 GMT -8
Elvira finished her mouthful slowly before responding. "Immorality is very...subjective, Kavallerio. Nonetheless, I have no intents that ought to violate any normal moral code." Elvira paused, appearing to contemplate her apple. In reality, she was considering Kavallerio's strange behaviour and wondering what his true intentions were.
"If it would not be too much trouble, then I would be pleased to accept your offer."
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Telemachon
Established
. . A̢̡̰̤͖̥̘̿́̑́͂̂̒͜ͅ n̶̨̮̘̥̱̾̋́́̕̚͜͜ g̷̨̙̼̥̩̠͍̘̯͊̐͑͂̂̓͐̀͗̋ ḙ̖̱̳̗̾͒̋͜͠͠ r̢̺͖̯͉̉͑̀̊̂̌̅̐͗ͅ . .
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: Unaccountable.
Physical Description: Telemachon is a being of enormous proportions, on the very edge of human possibility for musculature, height and build. The man has jet-black hair and eyes that have no discernible iris, simply one large dark pupil. Clean shaven on his face his hair is short but spiked and messy. He appears youthful and well-built in most manners with a "baby face" save for wrinkles, heavy bags under his sleepless red eyes, a strong set of cheeks, and appearance as though he was repeatedly whacked with both sharp and blunt sides of a shovel. His skin varies from youthful and smooth to rough and aged in texture, naturally quite pale but usually in a light beige-copper tint from his travels.
Clothes and Equipment: He has thick and ornate armour seemingly writhing to new cruel shapes when one is not looking upon it. Upon close examination it would appear to be part of one whole piece, partially explaining the occasional creak as its wearer moves. His only permanent weapons are two long spikes coming from the armour on either wrist, but he easily materializes weapons akin to his armour as an innate skill.
Player's online availability : All the time, but I might not be on when it says I am :[
Registered: Apr 20, 2018 2:42:56 GMT -8
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Post by Telemachon on Apr 27, 2018 18:04:59 GMT -8
A throaty choking noise came from Elvira's companion, which she would most likely realize was laughing. "Immorality is subjective? Oh I have heard this deceit many times. It's used to justify slaughters or slavery." The laughing would be accompanied by a shaking of his broad shoulders and head. "Very well. Come with me Elvira the Moral, let me tell you why it is you are wrong." Exit to Garrison Tavern |
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Cecélia
Established
Comandante
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 27
Physical Description: Cecélia's body was cut out for battle, but still it remains a well proportioned piece. She has partly braided brown hair and calm brown eyes. She keeps her stature dignified and straight and her smile tells of duty before pleasure.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing a very well made armor, beautifully ornamented rapier and dagger made from the hardest steel around her family's wealth is apparent. The armor is adorned by blue pieces of cloth, that mark her heritage and high position within the Rondón armé.
Registered: Mar 27, 2018 12:36:08 GMT -8
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Post by Cecélia on Aug 7, 2018 11:52:59 GMT -8
Riding on her steed along with her six accompanying Rondí soldiers Cecélia crossed through the forest in hope of reaching Isra soon. Her own and her subordinates' armor were absolutely spotless as always and with her back straight she approached the first Isranian soldiers she found and addressed them with a proud Rondí accent.
"My fellow Isranians, I am Commandante Cecelia and I come from the city of Rondón far to the east on behalf of queen Xiomara and wish to trade with Isra as we look for arts, crafts and the likes the queen and her family might enjoy." Cecélia said in her usual a-matter-of-fact voice waiting for the Isranian soldiers to answer.
"We will of course comply with any given rules concerning bearing of weapons and we will find our own accommodation for the duration of the stay." she added with a slight nod to show them her respect.
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 105
Registered: May 23, 2017 16:46:10 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Aug 8, 2018 20:50:19 GMT -8
The guards manning the gate looked over the newcomers, exchanging some sidelong glances and hushed murmurs among one another. They’d all heard of Rondon, of course. One of the older guards, Mr. Bitters, had been there himself. He’d regaled anyone who’d listen with tales of Rondi wine and women, although most had brushed off his tales as drunken imagination. Still, he had mentioned a little tidbit about the female officers in the Rondi military, describing them as “buoyant”. Of course the others had to see if his tales held any grain of truth, and Cecelia would notice quite a few sets of eyes scrutinizing her as she approached. Many elbows and suggestive eyebrows were exchanged as the lead officer stepped up to the party, standing up as straight as he could and twirling his mustache as officially as possible.
“Welcome, travelers. I’m sure that you’ll find all manner of curiosities and marvels here in Isra that would amuse the royal family. You’re free to enter as you are, as long as you are not in possession of any sort of poultry.”
The other guards stepped to the side to let the Rondi party pass, pleased to be doing their part for their country.
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