Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210 
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on May 2, 2016 21:02:02 GMT -8
"But of course." Tristian did indeed take advantage of this opportunity to look around the area, admiring the scenery and the architecture, and noting how happy the people seemed. This place really was rather idyllic, he mused. When the Elder approached, Tristian's attention turned to him, and he offered another deep bow. Leaving his horse to his guards, he spotted the girl winking at him, and smirked, but nodded his head at her before turning to follow the group of elders.
"I'm honored by your welcome, Elder. Your lands are a truly beautiful sight to behold, and I greatly enjoyed my trip here." Clasping his hands behind him, he strolled along beside the group of leaders, still looking around at the things they passed, though most of his attention was on Havador. "I'll be perfectly honest. I've come with the proposition of building a branch of the Black Tower here in the Land-Tillers Expanse. What do you know of the Black Tower? I believe that would be as good a place to start as any, so that I can dispel any untruths you've heard and assure you of our good intentions." He looked over at the man and offered a small smile.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on May 2, 2016 21:25:06 GMT -8
Havador nodded as they continued to walk. "To be quite honest, we have mostly rumors. It is our understanding that they are a sort of military branch which helps maintain the peace, and that they specialize in going after difficult enemies. They also use advanced magic to facilitate communication and technical advancement. Their controversy stems from their secretive nature, which I believe serves to protect the fact they often employ very powerful and dangerous individuals that the world is better off not knowing about."
One of the other elders spoke up. "I've heard they sometimes act as mercenaries." Another elder spoke, a woman. "Is it true that members can sometimes appear in two cities at once?"
As they continued to walk and talk, the council hall loomed closer and closer.
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on May 2, 2016 22:04:57 GMT -8
Tristian nodded thoughtfully as Havador spoke, listening to what the man had to say. It was mostly factual. What drew a soft chuckle from him was the commentary of the other elders, and the man turned a smile on them that wasn't at all mocking. "We are not mercenaries, although we do operate independently; we cannot be bought, and exist to serve the common goal of protecting and, when need be, enforcing, world peace. As for the abilities of some of our members, I'm afraid that is classified information."
With those rumors dispelled (or enforced, in the case of the latter), he focused on the more realistic words of Havador, his expression taking on a slightly serious cast. "Many of those rumors are factual, Elder. We operate independently from the Isranian military, as I said, although we will work in conjunction with them, if the need arises - if, for example, the Free City were under attack, we would step in to assist, but attacking another on their behalf would happen only if it were a particularly dire circumstance, and we believed that the opponent were a genuine threat to the safety of the world at large. We do indeed make a habit of deploying our most gifted operatives - many of which are, as you have heard, powerful and dangerous people and creatures - to take out threats, if they warrant measures of such caliber. Our advanced magic is no myth, but I'm not at liberty to discuss the details. And you are correct. We are secretive to guard the safety of our employees, but also to protect the common man from the consequences of possessing that knowledge.
"Do you have any questions thus far, or should we jump right to the heart of my proposal?" This last question was asked only when they had fully moved inside the building, and Tristian seemed to relax slightly. It was only a barely perceptible leeching out of the tension in his shoulders, but more in the air of responsibility he carried about himself; he was still all business, but the readiness to react in the blink of an eye that he had borne outside was no longer quite so sharp.
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Elder Havador
Committed
The Leader of the Land-Tiller's Tribe
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 140-ish
Physical Description: An old, thin man. He is tall for his age, around 6'.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears simple cloth and shows no sign of being the Land-Tiller Tribe's most influential leader. He has no weapons of any kind, though he does carry his favorite books.
He can however be recognized by a series of trinkets and bracelets he wears on his arms, gifts given to him by all the children and young wizards he helped mentor during his days at the tower.
Registered: May 18, 2015 11:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Elder Havador on May 3, 2016 0:28:00 GMT -8
As they approached the building, one of the guards would blow a horn. In the next few moments several ordinary looking people would exit the council hall, and then two guards would enter it.
"We must wait a few moments," Havador said. Indeed, a few moments later the guards returned and nodded respectfully towards the elders. "The hall doubles as a sort of public museum, as you would call it. But once the elders gather here, everyone is expected to vacate. Our meeting will be completely private."
As they entered the building, they would find themselves inside a relatively simple looking stone hall, with many pillars. On the walls were carvings of some of the more notable elders. The floor was inlaid with colorful precious and magic stones, mostly in cool colors. Along the walls and the pillars were small torches which emitted thin blue flames. They wouldn't feel particularly warm.
Towards the back of the hall were crystal-looking statues depicting the legendary chaos mages, beings of terrifying power who were mostly (though not always) considered good. The most recent addition was Lynx of the Celadine, a woman wearing a cloak and chains running from her hands to her back. One might notice that the crystal depictions of the older chaos mages were far fantastical and exaggerated than the more recent ones. Lynx was depicted as a rather ordinary looking woman. On each pedestal beneath the statues was a brief description of each mage. Lynx's had a small paragraph titled "Slayer of Necromancers and Dragons".
Once they got passed the main hall, they'd reach an alcove with a stone door in the middle. Several of the elders waved their hands in unision, and the stone moved. Inside was a decent sized auditorium with dozens of seats and a central podium. The seats were lined with a special sort of glowing moss which was shockingly comfortable to sit on. The entire room was filled with the same bluish light as before, little glowing torches of heatless flame. The elders all proceeded to sit down, inviting Tristian to take the podium.
One of the other elders chuckled. "You know, we didn't have this structure a few years ago. It certainly commands the respect of foreigners doesn't it?" Havador politely smiled and then turned to Tristian.
"You have our attention."
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on May 3, 2016 0:51:31 GMT -8
Upon being told to wait, and then given an explanation as to why, Tristian nodded in understanding, and paused to wait as instructed. He watched as the guards moved to fulfill their current task, then proceeded with the Elders when they began to proceed into the hall. His gaze began roving curiously across the building's interior, absorbing the various details of the architecture and taking particular note of the statues and their descriptive pedestals. There was little reaction from Tristian when the doors they approached slid open by magic, but then again, his life had become full of magic and wondrous things over the past several weeks since taking his place as head of the Black Tower. At their indication, he moved to the podium and took his place behind it, leaning his arms atop the item and leaning lightly against it.
"As I stated earlier, my intent is to see a branch of the Black Tower built here in the Land-Tillers States. We are a force dedicated to the preservation and enforcement of world peace, and that includes all of the nations - not just Isra or Gauldin. We would build a structure in keeping with your own architectural style, in a location of your choosing, from local materials, and man it with troops - both those from outside your lands, and those within it.. whoever would volunteer. There would be no forcing. Occasionally some of the more powerful members of the organization would be sent here, to check on the status of things or upgrade defenses, as need be, but you would always be informed of this ahead of time, and if any of them are offensive to you, they would be immediately recalled. If you have any particularly impressive denizens in your realm that would be an asset to the Tower's special forces, I'd be happy to interview them and, if they meet our standards, offer them a position.
"We believe in what the Land-Tillers stand for - the preservation of the earth. To do this, peace must be had across the world, and every movement must start somewhere. Ours began in Isra, and branched out to Gauldin. We feel that the Land-Tillers are a worthy nation that deserves to be included in the efforts of peacekeeping. Our garrison would be at your disposal should a conflict arise, and the same rules that apply to Isra and Gauldin would also apply here. We want to see your people protected and safe." He spread his hands in an expansive gesture, then inclined his head to the Elders. When it raised and his hands returned to their folded position, he offered a smile. "If you have any questions, please, I encourage you to ask them. I will answer them honestly, you have my word. I have nothing to hide."
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Elder Havador
Committed
The Leader of the Land-Tiller's Tribe
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 140-ish
Physical Description: An old, thin man. He is tall for his age, around 6'.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears simple cloth and shows no sign of being the Land-Tiller Tribe's most influential leader. He has no weapons of any kind, though he does carry his favorite books.
He can however be recognized by a series of trinkets and bracelets he wears on his arms, gifts given to him by all the children and young wizards he helped mentor during his days at the tower.
Registered: May 18, 2015 11:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Elder Havador on May 3, 2016 14:23:19 GMT -8
One of the other elders scoffed. "The appearance of the structure is of no consequence. That seems like a token gesture to appease us."
One of the women spoke next. "Our military could use a boost. Our troops are formidable, but they pale in comparison to some of the other nations."
Yet another elder spoke up. "We are a peaceful nation. Our capacity for agriculture has earned us nothing but allies. And we have Va'nei, the Earthwarden to protect us! Why should we invite these people? They are not even part of Isra's government!"
"Yes, but that could be beneficial. If what they say is true, then so long as our lands are just, then the Black Tower would side with us regardless of Isra's will."
"Everyone has their own idea of justice. How do we know theirs aligns with ours?"
When everyone was done voicing their concerns, Elder Havador would summarize as such. "I believe the general consensus is that we must have more transparency between your organization and our land. We must understand your idea of justice. We must know your members will honor that code. Your offer of allowing our people to join goes a long way, to be sure. But, whoever joins the Black Tower on our behalf would still have to remain loyal to our nation. They must have full disclosure towards the council."
Another elder raised his hand. "I would also suggest the tower be located near the valley of the Mau River, so that our own most powerful entities can coordinate with the Black Tower... or perhaps keep them in line."
"That is still assuming we allow them to stay."
Havador nodded. "These are all valid concerns. Tell me, how do you address them?"
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on May 3, 2016 14:43:35 GMT -8
Tristian filed away each comment that he heard, and his smile never once faltered. When he was invited to speak again, he gestured thoughtfully as he addressed each point. "The design of the building is no token gesture - this is policy. The Black Tower building in Gauldin is fitting with the architecture of the region, in order to encourage trust and a sense of cohesion. I don't know who this Earthwarden you speak of is, but surely a lone individual can only do so much - and what would you do if they were off elsewhere, doing important works, as such a title implies they would be likely to do? Our policy of justice is simple: Those who would harm the interests of peace are considered a threat, and will be neutralized by whatever means best suits the situation. The concept is kept simple so that it will fit more neatly with the laws in your own lands as much as possible, as the laws of the land are the basis on which peace must be built.
"Any who join the Black Tower will, of course, be given full access to all our resources and knowledge.. within reason. The affairs of state of other nations will not be made known to them except on a need-to-know basis, and that will apply only to those exceptional individuals who may be sent elsewhere to settle any important issues that may arise. The average soldier wouldn't be given any information that could prove potentially hazardous to either themselves, your lands, or the Black Tower itself.
"In addition, any individuals who choose to join our ranks, whether they be an elite unit or an average guardsman, will be given the opportunity to travel to the Black Tower facility in our other locations, to learn any skills or acquire any learning information that they should so choose, as long as it doesn't risk national security. We believe that the dissemination of knowledge, the sharing of information between the peoples of this world, is one of the first steps toward peace and unity. Your farmers would have open access to tools, magic, crops, and farming methods; your warriors to weapons, armor, and fighting styles; your mages to magical tomes and magi-technology, from both Isra and Gauldin, with no reciprocation required." He spread his fingers in an offering gesture, as if to say, 'This is what I offer you. What you choose to do with it is your decision.' Honestly, it was a pretty sweet deal. He'd be amazed if they didn't accept.
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Elder Havador
Committed
The Leader of the Land-Tiller's Tribe
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 140-ish
Physical Description: An old, thin man. He is tall for his age, around 6'.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears simple cloth and shows no sign of being the Land-Tiller Tribe's most influential leader. He has no weapons of any kind, though he does carry his favorite books.
He can however be recognized by a series of trinkets and bracelets he wears on his arms, gifts given to him by all the children and young wizards he helped mentor during his days at the tower.
Registered: May 18, 2015 11:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Elder Havador on May 4, 2016 9:40:47 GMT -8
Tristian might chuckle when he sees nearly all the elders folding their arms in unison. Even they noticed this and a few of them smile.
At least one elder spoke up right away. "We've seen the farming methods of the other civilizations. I think we'll pass on that." All the elders laughed, even Havador. After all, the Land-Tillers were easily the best farmers in the Overworld.
"If we're going to exchange information so readily, then we should consider diplomatic ties with Gauldin. We know very little about them, although we recently had some visitors from their lands at our training grounds and the Food Festival."
"Blech, alcohol." A woman said. (The woman's was half Celadine, and had inherited the rare gene that made it impossible for her to hold her liquor.) "You would say that." Someone else said. There was more chuckling.
"The ability to use the Black Towers to travel from land to land does intrigue me." Someone else chimed in. "It'd be nice if Raynor's daughter could visit her more frequently. Her mother said she was traveling to Gauldin, but that was months ago." The more the elders chattered the more they seemed to agree with Tristian's proposal.
Finally, after several minutes of deliberation, Havador stood up. "The elder's general consensus is that they agree to your proposal. We will begin drafting a treaty immediately. You should know that our laws revolve heavily around the cultivation of life. All life has a right to exist so long as it respects the right of other life. The decision to end a life is not taken lightly with our kind. There are no public executions. We do not take pleasure in the death of even heinous criminals. They are to be eliminated swiftly and with only the briefest of pain."
One of the elders stood up and waved his hand at the ground. A stone platform, like a table, rose up in between Tristian and the seated elders, who began to stand and walk towards it. Another elder brought out scrolls and writing utensils.
"Come, we have much to do." Said Havador.
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on May 4, 2016 9:50:39 GMT -8
The Elders moving in such unison was indeed quite amusing, but there was no sound of mirth from Tristian.. although his smile did widen slightly. He inclined his head in a small nod of understanding, and rolled his shoulders in a small shrug. "I confess, I know little of farming, so I will of course take your word on the matter. Perhaps you could expose the other nations to some of your methods, and show them how it's really done." His arms folded atop the podium, then, and he waited while they spoke back and forth among themselves, making note of their various concerns and suggestions.
When Elder Havador stood, Tristian straightened and fixed his whole attention upon the man. Then a vaguely satisfied look appeared on his face upon hearing what the man had to say. This was most excellent. "But of course, Elder. This will be made known to any and all Black Tower operatives that enter Land-Tillers territory, and they will adhere to your laws." Rounding the podium as the table was summoned, he moved to join the Elders at the item, prepared to do his part. This was exciting! His first true act as the leader of the Black Tower.
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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 May 15, 2016 11:36:14 GMT -8
It was little more than a month after her initial introduction to the Land-Tiller's States that found Va'nei swooping in over the Mau River and making for the Elder's Valley. This visit was likely unanticipated: She had given them no advance warning, she had simply decided to come once she was satisfied with the finalization of her idea, and once the Erlkonig had left her valley to do.. whatever it was he did. Her large body spiraled down to land in the open space before the stone building, and once she had landed, she released the vines holding Noroth to her chest, and assumed her human form. She turned to the hatchling, then, and spoke softly.
"Noroth, I must meet with the Elders. I need you to be brave and stay out here, and protect these people. This is a very important task, and I entrust it to you." Smiling, she gently stroked the hatchling's head, then turned back toward the building.
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Post by Small Green-Wing Drake on May 15, 2016 14:32:02 GMT -8
He had been traveling around the lands near the graveyard for several weeks now. Every now and again, he had felt a strange pull in the direction he had been heading for a few days. He was unsure of what it was, but it felt almost like it was beckoning him. He'd have to hide from random humans now and again, but he had made good time in the last 48 hours.
Coming into the valley, he saw the large stone structures of humans built upon islands in the river that divided the sides. Ugh, more humans, he thought. But that force, whatever it was, was there also.
He flew stealthily into the valley, staying just above the green treetops so he'd be camouflaged from the predators that might be soaring above, and all but invisible to the ones on the ground below. After a bit he had made it near one of the large islands when something completely unexpected came into view. High above, a full dragon winged its way down, coming closer and closer to the ground. Just as it did land, it changed shape into that of a human female with long green hair. This was very different from the one he had tried to befriend earlier, but definitely somehow the same.
Most troubling was that the pull he had been feeling was definitely emanating from that great dragon. Obviously she wasn't attacking, and seemed peaceful enough, so it was probably already friends with the humans that lived in this part of the world. Pushing the nagging doubts and cries of caution back, he glided down from the trees and over the open water between them and the island the dragon lady had landed on. He had to know why he felt such a call.
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Huata of the Dittany
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Dark eyes and light skin, 6'0, boyish face, strong jaw, usually smiling
Clothes and Equipment: A simple twig staff, leather robes engraved with runes, a bow and arrow, and a pet falcon named Beaver.
Registered: May 15, 2016 21:25:47 GMT -8
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Post by Huata of the Dittany on May 15, 2016 21:45:34 GMT -8
As Va'nei approached the council hall, she'd find a young man sitting on the stairs at the entrance of the building. It was a sunny day and the man was catching up on his reading. He was accompanied by a tame looking black and white hawk sitting on his shoulder. They were extremely focused, both him and the hawk. Va'nei would notice that the young man was carefully pronouncing every syllable. "... in the res-pir-a-tory system, ash bulbs help treat in-fec-tions that would other-wise lead to bron-chitis, rec-ur-rent colds, con... con..." The man pointed a finger at the page and looked up to the hawk. AAEEK! "Congestion! Thank you Beaver. Yes, congestion... I know I've seen that word before. I mean I know what it means, so I must have seen it. Oh-" That's when he notices the elegant looking human-form dragon approaching the building. "Oh! Hi there! I'm Huata!" He cried out. He quickly got up and shut his book, not bothering to check where he left off. He extended a hand towards Va'nei. "I'm Huata, son of Kimama and Goga of the Dittany. If you're here to see them I'm afraid they aren't here. Neither is Elder Havador. Maybe I can help you?" (Yes, he did repeat his name twice.) AAEEK! "Oh, Beaver says hi." Oddly the falcon seemed to respond to his acknowledgement with a little nod. |
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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 May 15, 2016 21:55:54 GMT -8
Golden eyes were serene, but she arched a green brow in surprise as the young man stood and approached her. A bemused smile quirking her lips, Va'nei took the offered hand and gave it a firm but gentle shake, releasing the appendage after a few moments. "Is that so? That is quite unfortunate. Do you know when they will be returning, or where they have gone? I have a very important matter to discuss with them." Theoretically, she could just institute her idea without speaking to them, but they were her people. She wasn't going to do something that could potentially endanger them without at least giving them a warning. Besides, she would need their cooperation for this to truly be a success. Her brow furrowed thoughtfully as she pondered how to remedy this unfortunate lack of Elders. Perhaps she could go to wherever they were? That would only be problematic if they were scattered, but she could always gather them.. it would just take time.
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Huata of the Dittany
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Dark eyes and light skin, 6'0, boyish face, strong jaw, usually smiling
Clothes and Equipment: A simple twig staff, leather robes engraved with runes, a bow and arrow, and a pet falcon named Beaver.
Registered: May 15, 2016 21:25:47 GMT -8
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Post by Huata of the Dittany on May 15, 2016 22:19:25 GMT -8
Huata was distracted by Va'nei's hair. It was a few seconds before the hawk suddenly jabbed his ear. "Oh! Elders. Umm, Havador might be arriving in a few minutes My parents are on the council as well. You could run the proposal by me if you want. I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch your name." He said this last bit somewhat flustered.
It wasn't that her hair was necessarily gorgeous, but rather that it was green. Why was it green?
Maybe it was made of some sort of grass...
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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 May 15, 2016 22:36:24 GMT -8
..This boy seemed rather.. easily distracted? Va'nei bit back an amused chuckle, but that didn't stop her lips from curving into a wide smile. Interesting indeed, that his avian companion seemed to be the one keeping him focused and in line. What was surprising was that he didn't recognize her, simply by virtue of having been a very large green dragon mere minutes ago. Eyeing him thoughtfully, she spoke. "I am Va'nei Dha'zhi, the Earthwarden. And as much as I admire your desire to help out your parents, this is perhaps not something..." Then she paused. Actually...
"Hmm, actually, let me run this by you, as you are undoubtedly more familiar with your people than I am. What do you think the response would be to a druidic school, open to all the peoples of the world who wish to preserve and protect the earth, with the goal of forming the most elite of this number into a group which roams the world, educating the populace at large and actively preventing damage to the land and its creatures?" Might as well sound out someone who wasn't an Elder, right? Whether or not this boy was a druid mattered little, in the scheme of things, but if he was.. well, perhaps she would have her first official recruit right here.
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Huata of the Dittany
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Dark eyes and light skin, 6'0, boyish face, strong jaw, usually smiling
Clothes and Equipment: A simple twig staff, leather robes engraved with runes, a bow and arrow, and a pet falcon named Beaver.
Registered: May 15, 2016 21:25:47 GMT -8
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Post by Huata of the Dittany on May 15, 2016 22:55:24 GMT -8
"Oh, right! You're awfully important then aren't you? What with being the founder of our lands and all." EEAAK! "Oh, you were the giant green dragon that was in the valley a few minutes ago!" He leaned his head into the hawk's head on his shoulder and rather candidly whispered "That still doesn't explain why here hair was green." The hawk flapped out its wings, perhaps not so coincidentally slapping the boy in the face. He did not seem offended at all by this. He carefully listened to Va'nei's description, nodding periodically, obviously very intent on maintaining the integrity of her message in his mind. "Well, schools are good. We have a school, but yours sounds special. And special is good too. I would know." He said with an unnerving smile. The hawk lowered its head. If Va'nei didn't know any better she might think the creature was shaking it in indignant resignation. "And protecting the earth is good too. That's what I wanna do. My parents want me to be the next elder of our clan someday, so I know lots about farming and how to protect nature. I like explaining things to people when they don't understand them. It makes me feel smart." He never really stopped smiling. The hawk started rubbing its head against the boy's cheek affectionately. Huata reciprocated by scratching its neck feathers. |
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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 May 15, 2016 23:05:36 GMT -8
"That would be me." This boy was immensely entertaining, and Va'nei couldn't stop from smiling at him. Although his words were, of course, listened to with great attention, and she nodded to show that she was listening, and understood. Well, that was his approval! "Then perhaps once I have informed the Elders of this notion and gotten their blessing to move forward, you will join this school. I would be most pleased to see you present and involved." Where were those Elders, anyway? At least Havador! She looked around, wondering where they might be, and glanced at Noroth to make sure all was well and he was behaving.. then as her gaze was swinging back around to Huata, she spotted a small green drake flying over the river. Interesting...
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Elder Havador
Committed
The Leader of the Land-Tiller's Tribe
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 140-ish
Physical Description: An old, thin man. He is tall for his age, around 6'.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears simple cloth and shows no sign of being the Land-Tiller Tribe's most influential leader. He has no weapons of any kind, though he does carry his favorite books.
He can however be recognized by a series of trinkets and bracelets he wears on his arms, gifts given to him by all the children and young wizards he helped mentor during his days at the tower.
Registered: May 18, 2015 11:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Elder Havador on May 16, 2016 10:00:40 GMT -8
Just then Havador approached from down the river bank, accompanied by several other elders. It was always busy. He was dressed in long, flowing sky blue robes to keep warm (even though it was sunny) and moved at a languid pace. He really was getting too old for this.
"Ah, Va'nei." He emphasized the last syllable in enthusiasm. "I saw your great form fly by. You are always welcome. Ah, I see you've met Huata."
Huata would bow politely with a smile upon seeing the elder. The elder would reach out and ruffle his hair. "Still hard at work with your books I see. Your parents are most pleased with your tenacity." Havador knew Huata since he was a baby. He was not the brightest child, but he was diligent in his studies and uncompromisingly kind. Animals in particular enjoyed his presence, for he would never harm them. He was also a fairly decent druid.
"So, what would you like to discu-" One of the other elders happened to have some food with him, mostly bread and fruit, and pulled it out. Another elder, a woman, smirked and pulled out a large cloth from her pack and laid it out on the stairs. She said, "Forgive us, it's been a long day. We were actually going to eat in the council hall, but I figured if it's not a grave matter we discuss things over an improvised picnic here!"
Havador chuckled. "I suppose young one." The elder was indeed a woman of advanced age and great wisdom, but Havador still had 50 years on her. Of course these paltry numbers were nothing compared to the Earthwarden's age.
Everyone would sit down and await Va'nei's explanation of the matter.
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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 May 16, 2016 11:15:17 GMT -8
Turning about as she saw the approach of the Elders, Va'nei offered a smile and a respectful nod to Havador. "Hello, Elder. Yes, young Huata has been most helpful." She watched as they laid out their blanket and picnic lunch, then sat herself down on the blanket, folding her legs in front of her. Placing her hands on her knees, she waited for them to get settled before she began to speak about her idea.
"I was recently approached in my Sanctuary by a creature, an earth spirit even older than myself. He spoke of prior Earthwardens and the measures they had taken to further their duties as it pertained to the preservation of the earth and its cycles. This gave me an idea, and I would like the Land-Tillers to be at the heart of it." Reaching into her robes, she withdrew a large scroll and handed it to Havador. Upon unrolling the item, it would be seen to bear a sigil, a green dragon bearing a shield emblazoned with a golden rose. There were a few paragraphs detailing the idea, which she nonetheless began to explain verbally, as well.
"I wish to establish a druidic school here in the States, opened to druids and like-minded people of all the world. It will be called the Druidic Conclave, and it will teach the ways of druidry, as well as how best to preserve the balance of nature. I would build this school out of the forests themselves, just down the river from your own valley." She had the prime location in mind, actually, having spotted it while wheeling around to land in this very place. Having pointed in the direction of her intended site, she then resumed speaking.
"From the ranks of these druids and others, I would create a force called the Guardians of Gaia, whose purpose would be twofold: Second in importance is the education of the populace of the world in the best ways to work and live in harmony with the earth. Their main goal would be to seek out those who are already doing harm to the earth, or those who would do harm to the earth, and stop them.. preferably with diplomacy, but they would also be trained to use force, if peace is not an option. They would be divided into different groups, as you see, each with their own specialization." She let all that sink in for a few moments before forging ahead.
"The Land-Tillers are my chosen people, and it is my wish to see you flourish and grow like the things you so lovingly cultivate. If we welcome druids and those who are in tune with the earth from other lands, I can only see that it will help in this endeavor. I will establish this school, and this preventative force, and you will spread word of it across the world, with invitations of welcome to those who would join us." It was phrased as a request, but she was going to do it whether they agreed or not.. there was no question in her mind that they would be in support of this notion.
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Elder Havador
Committed
The Leader of the Land-Tiller's Tribe
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 140-ish
Physical Description: An old, thin man. He is tall for his age, around 6'.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears simple cloth and shows no sign of being the Land-Tiller Tribe's most influential leader. He has no weapons of any kind, though he does carry his favorite books.
He can however be recognized by a series of trinkets and bracelets he wears on his arms, gifts given to him by all the children and young wizards he helped mentor during his days at the tower.
Registered: May 18, 2015 11:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Elder Havador on May 16, 2016 16:57:32 GMT -8
Havador and the other elders raised an eyebrow at Va'nei's proposal. The woman from before in particular seemed puzzled. "That seems unusually forward for someone like you. It's surprising, but then so is finding out that there are beings even older than you."
"It's certainly different." Another elder chimed it. "Our openness to the world at large has only begun a few years ago. So naturally all the responsibilities that go with it are going to seem foreign to us."
People slowly started to draw their attention to Elder Havador, who gave a gentle smirk even while lost in thought.
"This is actually something I have considered before, sharing our methods with the overworld, ensuring there is an abundance of food for all and yet still maintaining the integrity of life in this world, it would go a long way in maintaining peace and prosperity. We must always remember the ultimate goal, peace and the protection of life. We must never compromise our objective."
"So naturally we want to avoid any actions that will result in armed conflict." The female elder chimed in again.
"So, as long as this organization creates more peace and prosperity in the world, we can only accept your proposal. Perhaps our friend Huata here could be your first recruit?"
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