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 Jun 3, 2016 23:49:48 GMT -8
<During the zombie story arc>
Via a system of messengers and Sodalite clan members, Havador and the other elders were keeping an eye on the situation at hand. Of course, the entire expanse could see the ominous storm that loomed in the east.
And then the earthquake happened. The elders folded their arms and looked cross. They could actually hear the roars of the creature they knew had just been summoned. "People are going to die." One said. "We should consider summoning Va'nei." Another said. "There may be other fronts. We should be careful about committing the rest of our forces." A third said.
Havador, for the first time in a long time, seemed genuinely... wrathful. Not since the necromancy wars did his face show such contempt towards the horizon.
"It's settled then. Prepare to mobilize the rest of our forces-" As he held Va'nei's crystal in his hands, he smirked. "As you do so... I will, inspect the front lines myself." Of course this immediately drew the suspicions of the other elders. "Havador? What are you..." In fact the more Havador thought about it, the more entertaining an idea it seemed.
"I remember, fighting alongside Lynx like it was yesterday..." Perhaps it was senility or a suddenly infusion of youthfulness that clouded his judgement, but whatever the case, Havador had made up his mind. "Do what must be done. But I would have a wyvern summoned to me immediately."
The other elders looked at each other with concern, but they agreed to his orders. "Well, then good luck Havador... come back alive." They dispersed.
As Havador waited for his wyvern, he looked back towards the horizon, contemplating, right up until his wyvern arrived.
<Exit>
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Tyrus Sephiran
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 42
Physical Description: Blonde, wavy, medium-length hair which is usually tied back in a ponytail with a blue ribbon.
Light blue eyes
6'1"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a dark blue jacket with shoulder pads over a white dress shirt, black pants, brown leather boots, black gloves, pendant around his neck
Carries a rapier with him along with a defender dagger
6 golden orbs of elven origin with swirls etched into them, given to him by an adventurer years ago that wanted to sell them. At the start of each swirl was a large gem, each orb having its own color. Red, blue, black, green, white, and orange.
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: Jun 1, 2015 12:16:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tyrus Sephiran on Jun 7, 2016 15:57:46 GMT -8
Tyrus Sephiran arrived at his destination for his diplomatic mission. Gifts from Isra would be presented and the Prime Minister would greet Land Tiller State's representative with honors.
"Greetings, Prime Minister Sephiran of Isra. I've come to keep our relations up to date and plan for the upcoming International Summit."
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Post by Isra - The Free City on Jul 13, 2016 0:04:04 GMT -8
The Isran rider pulled up outside the great meeting hall, dismounting from his horse and walking up the towering stairs that lead to the entrance. Once he made his way into the meeting chamber, he bowed to the Elder Council, before pulling the reason of his travels, namely the letter from the Chancellor, out of the satchel he kept at his side.
"Greetings, Elders. I have been sent by the Chancellor of Isra to deliver these words to you."
He walked forward, handing the letter to the Elder that was closest to him.
The letter read as following:
To the venerable Elder Council of the Land Tiller's State
The Conclave of the Free City of Isra invites the Land Tiller's State to send a representative to an international convention being held in our City, to primarily address the recent catastrophic end of the Kingdom of Aaedan, and to strategise for the future, should any further international crisis occur.
To this extent, the Conclave encourages the State to send a delegation of no more than ten persons, who shall be provided room in the premier Isran hotel, the Moonlight Eclipse. The Summit is set to begin at tenth sun on the Seventh of Winter's Heart, and will be concluded by the Twelfth.
A response by the First of Winter's Heart is requested.
Kindest regards,
Lord Chancellor Ryden Greyiron of Isra
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Jul 14, 2016 8:08:19 GMT -8
The Elder closest to him accepted the letter with a kind smile. She was a dark skinned, elderly woman in grey robes and tribal tattoos on her face. The woman took the letter, skimmed it, and immediately saw fit to read it allowed to the other council members. There was much murmuring and beard stroking. But the consensus was that they of course would be attending.
After a few moments, they turned back to the messenger. The woman spoke. "Please, make yourself comfortable in the main hall. An attendant will bring you food and drink. You made quite a journey coming here. In a few minutes we will have a response ready for you."
The Elders allowed the rider to wait in the elaborate chamber while they filed into their meeting space, through an alcove at the back of the hall. An attendant did bring some food, mostly berries and a strange, dried meat which tasted like jerky but had a more ground up texture.
After a few moments the elders returned with their own letter.
Lord Chancellor Ryden,
You honor us greatly by inviting us to this summit. Rest assured we will be attending. However, we will need time to select our delegation and draft our various concerns for the future of the international community. It is quite likely that Elder Havador himself will be at the summit, as the leader of our nation. Elder Raynor of the Celadine will also likely be in attendance, as he is one of our most respected council members and spearheaded our offense against the undead hoard.
We would also like to take this moment to once again thank you for your efforts to secure our borders against the creatures, and for your longstanding friendship and respect towards our people. We look forward to working with your government in the future.
May the Earth bless you and your kin,
Elder Naia of the Rose,
On behalf of the Elder's Council of the Land-Tiller's State.
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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 Sept 21, 2016 8:26:13 GMT -8
<After the attack of the Myst Behemoth>
Va'nei came spiraling in, her form shrinking as she descended, before finally her human shape alighted easily in front of the building where the Elders met. She turned to the first Land-Tiller she saw, her golden eyes sparkling as she smiled.
"Are the Elders here? I have exciting news to share." She also needed to ask how the summit had gone. She would actually do that first. Then present them with the letter from Esdara. So many exciting things happening to them lately!
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Sangilak of the Saskatoon
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 34
Physical Description: A middle-aged, dark skinned woman, about 5'11, athletic, muscular build concealed by her clothing
Clothes and Equipment: As a god-mother, she carries a child, a little boy named Uglu. She loves this child and would defend him with her life.
She is armed with two metal shields with razor sharp edges, one of which also has spikes. The spiked shield is called Father's Hand, the other is called Mother's Cry. Father's Hand helps her create and manipulate plant life. Mother's Cry helps her control the earth itself. Despite this they are very plain-looking and can double as cooking pans. When placed together, they form a hang drum instrument called Harmony which possesses healing properties.
She is dressed in light furs, and always carries fruit and herbs to make tea. She also has a special milk blend to keep the baby in good health, and some basic traveling supplies and precious stones/coins.
Her mount is a large yak named Snowball.
Registered: Dec 4, 2015 14:15:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sangilak of the Saskatoon on Sept 21, 2016 17:36:06 GMT -8
It just so happened that one of the youngest elders was indeed, available. Sangilak of the Saskatoon had just gotten through addressing some security concerns about the northern border and was coming out of the Council Hall. She had with her a small toddler.
"Va'nei!" As the woman made her way towards the dragon, she might notice some of Sangilak's distinctive features. She was somewhat tall for a woman of the Expanse, and wore heavy furs. Her face was chiseled and her skin somewhat leathery. She was a tough looking woman. But her gait reflected the tenderness she had for the toddler beside her. Her steps weren't too large, and she constantly looked down to make sure she was keeping up, every time with a warm expression. As Sangilak approached Va'nei might also sense an unprecedented potential for Earth magic brimming from the human's soul. The very stones and grass would seem to view her as am ally.
"Great one! What brings you to the Expanse yet again? Oh, forgive me. I am Sangilak, leader of the Saskatoon people and an elder on the council. This is my adopted son, Uglu."
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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 Sept 21, 2016 18:56:50 GMT -8
Va'nei peered curiously at the Elder who appeared. Young, for an Elder, but she could sense the strong potential for earth magics within her, and didn't question the decision. She smiled to Sangilak, and crouched down so that she could greet the little one with a coo. Turns out adopting a child of your own makes you love children of all sorts.
"Greetings, Sangilak - and to you as well, little one." After taking a moment to croon at the child, Va'nei straightened again and produced the letter she'd been given before leaving Esdara that morning.
"This letter is from the leaders of a nation we had no idea existed until yesterday. I would speak with all of the Elders as soon as possible - we have an unprecedented opportunity before us, and I wish to have the support of the entire council before any action is decided upon or taken."
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Sangilak of the Saskatoon
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 34
Physical Description: A middle-aged, dark skinned woman, about 5'11, athletic, muscular build concealed by her clothing
Clothes and Equipment: As a god-mother, she carries a child, a little boy named Uglu. She loves this child and would defend him with her life.
She is armed with two metal shields with razor sharp edges, one of which also has spikes. The spiked shield is called Father's Hand, the other is called Mother's Cry. Father's Hand helps her create and manipulate plant life. Mother's Cry helps her control the earth itself. Despite this they are very plain-looking and can double as cooking pans. When placed together, they form a hang drum instrument called Harmony which possesses healing properties.
She is dressed in light furs, and always carries fruit and herbs to make tea. She also has a special milk blend to keep the baby in good health, and some basic traveling supplies and precious stones/coins.
Her mount is a large yak named Snowball.
Registered: Dec 4, 2015 14:15:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sangilak of the Saskatoon on Sept 21, 2016 22:21:58 GMT -8
Sangilak would ask to read the letter.
"I see. That's incredible!" Sangilak read, wide eyed. However, there was a slight hint of fear in her eyes. "More nations, more potential allies, more challenges." She sighed. "Well then, can't afford to be cowardly about it." She chuckled. "I'll signal the Elder's Council to unite here at once. Uh, in the meantime, would you mind watching little Uglu for a bit? He's still getting used to being around other people. Most of his early childhood we were practically inseparable. I don't want him to fear strangers, especially someone such as yourself."
With that she would take off.
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Moments after she left, Uglu would immediately begin crying.
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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 Sept 22, 2016 6:00:07 GMT -8
"Thank you, Sangilak. I do not mind watching him at all." She settled down on the ground so she was even with the little boy, and smiled at him. When she left, however, and Uglu began crying, Va'nei's eyes widened. Oh, dear. Quickly, she exhaled a little puff of green-gold mist onto the ground in front of her. After a few moments, a plant sprung up - it looked like a daisy, but its petals were in a rainbow of colors, and it had two large leaves to either side, almost like arms and hands. About eye-level with Uglu, it was very attention-grabbing.. especially when, at Va'nei's direction, it began to wriggle as though it were dancing, and the Earthwarden sang quietly.
"Sing a song of flowers, flowers all around.
Flowers that are growing, growing in the ground
Flowers of each color make a pretty view.
Red and orange and yellow.
And blue and purple, too."
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Sangilak of the Saskatoon
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 34
Physical Description: A middle-aged, dark skinned woman, about 5'11, athletic, muscular build concealed by her clothing
Clothes and Equipment: As a god-mother, she carries a child, a little boy named Uglu. She loves this child and would defend him with her life.
She is armed with two metal shields with razor sharp edges, one of which also has spikes. The spiked shield is called Father's Hand, the other is called Mother's Cry. Father's Hand helps her create and manipulate plant life. Mother's Cry helps her control the earth itself. Despite this they are very plain-looking and can double as cooking pans. When placed together, they form a hang drum instrument called Harmony which possesses healing properties.
She is dressed in light furs, and always carries fruit and herbs to make tea. She also has a special milk blend to keep the baby in good health, and some basic traveling supplies and precious stones/coins.
Her mount is a large yak named Snowball.
Registered: Dec 4, 2015 14:15:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sangilak of the Saskatoon on Sept 22, 2016 8:09:13 GMT -8
The toddler cried right up until the colorful flower sprang up in front of him. At first, he viewed the flower with suspicion, as though he suspected it was a nasty vegetable disguised as a sweet tart. But then after a while he warmed up to it and began swaying his head back and forth in rhythm to the flower. When Va'nei began to sing, the child started babbling incoherently, occasionally saying words like "fowas", "gowy gowy", and "puhpo".
In the meantime, a loud , low tone bell sound rang out from the council hall, and a beacon of blue light shot up into the sky from somewhere on the roof.
A few moments later Sangilak was jogging her way back towards Va'nei and the no-long-crying child. "Oh, you did it!" She beamed and kneeled down to Uglu. "Did she treat you ok?" The child turned around and pointed up to Va'nei's face. "GWEEN HAIR! GWEEN HAIR!" Sangilak snorted and looked up at Va'nei. "To be fair, you must get that a lot. Anyways, it'll probably be a few minutes. Some of the elders are still with their respective clans." She sat down and started admiring the flower along with Uglu.
Sure enough, several Elders began to appear in the valley. Some of them came in on wyverns. Others rode in on various animals, like yaks, wildebeests, and horses. Some appeared through some unknown means. Some just happened to be around, so naturally they walked. It wasn't long before a few dozen people had arrived. Elder Havador himself appeared near the end, coming from the Guardian 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 Sept 22, 2016 11:55:33 GMT -8
Ah, precious young life. Va'nei chuckled as Sangilak returned and Uglu exclaimed about the color of her hair.
"Indeed I do. I am most eager to hear their reactions - and I wish to tell you what I saw of their civilization while I was in Esdara." The flower continued to bob, wave, and dance as Va'nei straightened, turning to watch the Elders appear on their various mounts. Each one receiving a smile and a nod of greeting from the Earthwarden. Once they were all assembled, she withdrew the letter.
"Following the attack of the creature upon our southern border, I - along with a number of others, including our own Jun of the Celadine - pursued the beast to a valley far to the southeast. There it was defeated, and we discovered a mysterious doorway. This doorway led us to a land floating in the sky.. hidden from the rest of the world for a thousand years by the power of a god, kept confined to this land for their own safety, and believing themselves alone in the world. I had the pleasure of meeting with the leaders of this nation, called Esdara, and learning of their history. They seem to be a good people, very kind-hearted and well-meaning, and they wish to be on friendly terms with us. Let me read for you the letter penned by them and given to me this morning." Va'nei then made good on her word and read the letter aloud to the assembled Elders. When she was done, she folded the letter and tucked it back into the bodice of her garments.
"I believe it would be good for us to accept their invitations, and to become friendly with this nation and its people. There is much they have missed the past millennium, and who better to welcome them into the modern era than the kind souls of the Land Tillers?" She fell silent then, looking at the Elders, awaiting their opinions on the matter.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Sept 22, 2016 15:16:19 GMT -8
"If we keep making allies like this, the earth itself may never face another war!" One of the Elders chuckled.
Then came the questions. Va'nei could expect to be absolutely inundated with questions.
"An island in the sky? How does it stay up there?"
"What are their people like? Do they worship any gods?"
"Where is this island? How can we reach it?"
"What do their people look like?"
"Did Jun make a good impression? She can be terribly awkward sometimes."
Va'nei would find the elders quite enthusiastic overall. Though there were some concerns that they were being overwhelmed by more and more foreign national obligations, the fact that Esdara was a fresh new nation with no other political ties helped put the Land-Tillers at ease.
It wasn't long before a response was drafted.
To the Winged Crown of Grace,
On behalf of the Elder's Council of the Land-Tiller's Expanse, we welcome you to a greater world. We too were once isolated in our forests for many generations before finally daring to explore the outer world. And though it has come with many trials and tribulations, it has also greatly increased our knowledge, wisdom, and power. We have made many friends, and we hope you will do the same, starting with our people.
Interestingly enough, the woman you encountered, Jun of the Celadine Clan, was one of the first of our young ones to venture out into the world. It is fitting she should be the first of our kind you meet. However, you would be well-served in knowing that most of our people are but humble farmers who dedicate their lives to living in harmony with the earth.
We accept your offer of ambassadors whole-heartedly. We will be visiting your lands shortly as well.
May the Earth bless you (even all the way up there),
Elder Havador, Leader of the Elder's Council
A tree shaped insignia was placed on the bottom.
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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 Sept 22, 2016 15:27:51 GMT -8
Va'nei listened to their questions and answered as best she could.
"Apparently this god of theirs, Esdar, raised it from the earth when it was overtaken by some sort of poisonous miasma - like what made some of our people so sick when we tried to fend the monster of. It seemed to be made partially of the stuff, and the bones of those they had executed over the centuries for various crimes. I assume the power of their god keeps it up there. Their people are very kind and friendly, though I did not get much chance to meet them - they worship a single god whom they call Esdar, the Winged One, the God of the Winds and Skies. It is hovering over a valley to the southeast, and there is a portal that those who do not fly can use to reach it. They look normal, human, like you - but some of them have Elven features, and an even smaller number have wings, feathered like a bird's. Jun made a very good impression, in truth, they seemed quite impressed by her, although one of the Isran Dawn Riders appeared to get along extremely well with their aerial military."
With the letter written, Va'nei took it and smiled upon the Elders.
"I will deliver this myself.. after I have gone to see my hatchling. I anticipate good things, my children. Earth bless you." With the letter in her possession, she took to her dragon shape and launched herself into the skies. She needed to check up on Noroth, spend some time with the youngster, and then she would return to Esdara.
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on Oct 6, 2016 14:39:09 GMT -8
Chancellor Ryden Greyiron rode with his entourage across the great bridge that spanned the Mau River, whereupon they disjointed, before climbing the many steps to the meeting hall of the Elder Council. As he approached the main chamber where the Elders would meet, he waited outside in the reception room, until they were ready to admit him. He would not want to interrupt them. As he waited, he took some time to look into the architecture and aesthetics of the room and the building itself. It was quite unlike anything they had in Isra, but all the same was absolutely exquisite.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Oct 6, 2016 15:13:56 GMT -8
After a few minutes a young druid would start climbing the steps. He was wearing a green robe with little runic etchings across the shoulder pads. Ryden would hear the echoing steps from the reception hall until the small figure came into view. "Excuse me, sir! Are you waiting for the Elders? Because they're not here sir. They're probably at the party!" Somehow Chancellor Greyiron had managed to walk right by a large assortment of earth-toned tents along the banks of the river. "Come! Come!" The young boy gestured for Ryden to follow him. If Ryden complied he would be guided a few hundred meters back towards the river and the large collection of tents. He would start to hear pleasant music being played. The people there were a collection of tribe members from all the neighboring clans. Everyone was happy and chattering loudly, if not singing. Most of the tents featured local cuisine of some kind, and some music players and art makers. Flutes, small drums, and string instruments featured prominently. Eventually towards the center he'd find the Elders, including Elder Havador, laughing with some locals. Ryden might overhear some of the conversations. "So let me get this straight. All we had to do to be part of this grand agreement is not be terrible people?" "What kind of barbarians geld people's balls as punishment anyways? We rarely even treat our animals that way!" "Oh no, we're not allowed to rape our prisoners. What ever will we do? HAHAHA!"
(The Land-Tillers rarely even took prisoners. Most crimes were settled between clans and parties involved, and punishment was usually based on community service. As a whole major human rights violations were exceedingly rare, especially with the vestiges of class discrimination now decades behind them.) |
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on Oct 9, 2016 4:25:49 GMT -8
As the Isran men had ridden along to the main building, he had in fact noticed the collection of earth-coloured tents, but had not expected the Elders to be partying in them. All the same, he joined the young druid as they proceeded back to the party, before he forayed into the throng of people, smiling brilliantly, speaking politely, and gently pushing his way towards the centre, leaving his guards and his aide-de-camp to watch from the figurative sidelines.
As he made his way through the crowd, he was mostly amused by the comments the Land Tillers made about the new accords, until one of them mocked prison rape. Really, there were very few things that made him more angry than the trivialisation of such a thing as one of the most degrading experiences an already demoralised, disgraced person could go through. Stopping his progress through the mass for a moment, Ryden stared at the offending subject harshly, memorising every detail he could of them, before catching his aide's eye, and tipping his head towards the person who decided to make fun of suffering people. That out of the way, Ryden conjured back his smile, and continued pressing through the assemblage until he made it to the heart, where he bowed to the Elders present, before introducing himself.
"Well met, Elders. I am the Chancellor of Isra, Ryden Greyiron. I hope I have not interrupted at an inconvenient time."
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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 Oct 14, 2016 0:24:56 GMT -8
The Elders were surprised, but pleased, to see the Chancellor. "Well now, if it isn't our eminent Isranian brother!" The elders bowed jovially. Elder Havador himself had a finely carved wooden chalice with but a small bit of wine in it. She showed no signs of inebriation, though some of the other elders were not so fortunate. (Sangilak of the Saskatoon was hiccuping rather loudly.) "Chancellor Ryden Greyiron." Havador stepped gracefully with his flowing robes and gave Greyiron a fatherly grip on the shoulder. "It is we who ask your forgiveness. Perhaps we should have invited you! And indeed, you and your people are most welcome. But this was a rather sudden affair, organized on a whim by the youth that surrounds us." He was ironically and humorously referring to the elders, some of whom were easily past their seventies, but still only half the old Land-Tiller leader's age.
Greyiron's aid meanwhile would find that the man who had made the offending comment had definitely had one too many. He was rousing his close friends with banter and jokes while taking sips from a great goblet. He seemed well-liked, but a few of his cohorts were half-heartedly pointing out that maybe he should drink some more fresh water and eat some non-liquid sustenance.
Havador raised an eyebrow before turning back to Greyiron. "You might be surprised to learn that this pact we signed carries a great deal of spiritual significance to our people. Acceptance, civility, peace, human dignity, these ideals have guided our culture for the last half century. It has been no easy feat mind you-" HICCUP! Sangilak covered her mouth and apologized as the High Elder spoke. He grinned and continued. "These ideals have been an unspoken covenant of sorts, not entirely codified but not mere whimsical desire either. This treaty has given the people something tangible, and more importantly-" HICCUP! "-... more importantly it has given our people a great boost in morale. We do not walk a dark lonely path towards spiritual perfection alone, not anymore. We have brothers now. Entire nations are our brothers!" He raised his goblet up, and there was a wave of jubilation through out the crowd. "We hope that-" HICCUP! "-We hope that-" HICCUP! "-We hope that you too can appreciate, if nothing else, the historical significance of the last few month's eve-" HICCUP! "-Oh for goodness sake woman try holding your breath!" The old man roared.
A sheepish Sangilak covered her mouth and decided to empty the content of her goblet into the grass, a sign of surrender. She was surrounded by friendly jeers and laughter. Havador grinned and patted her on the back before once again turning to the Chancellor. "As one of our new brothers, I hope you will join us, Ryden of Isra." He said, hoping Greyiron would pick up on the subtle significance and humor of having been referred to in such a manner. Among the Land-Tiller's tribe it was customary for people to be referred to by a unique name and their clan of origin. So in effect he was welcoming the Chancellor into the tribe.
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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 Oct 30, 2018 21:07:29 GMT -8
---------- Mau River was lined by cool, rocky bluffs filled with vegetation. Carved into their sides were massive footholds, large enough for a group of people to sit atop of and have a picnic while watching the lazy waters below. The skies above were veiled with thin sheets of clouds. The sun was peeking into the valley, but Jun and Vaelar Black were already dressed and having their breakfast on a large hemp mat. Jun had simply announced to Vaelar that she didn't want to be alone. And from there they arrived here, together, overlooking those same lazy waters. Red bean cakes, fruits, and some fresh pemmican-like meat preserved in fat and berries glutted the woven basket. There were clay jugs of water and wine sitting next to them. Jun had stopped working on the dozens of pages of notes that were scattered on half the mat. Now she was lying against Vaelar's body, her thoughts lost among those veils of clouds. She occasionally brought her eyes eye-level to Blackbean, who was apparently failing to make friends with some of the other more mundane, local fowl circling the air above the water. The other crows and ravens just seemed to know he wasn't quite their kin. It didn't help that he was hundreds of times bigger than any of them. "Vaelar I'm sorry." She finally said. "We shouldn't be hanging out like this, you pretending to be on a date with me while I'm trying to figure out how to kill an ancient perverse horror. We should be relaxing, shopping in Isra, having wild unyielding sex inside of a psionic bubble underneath the oceans while dolphins watch us with envy. Instead, you've mostly been watching me do homework the last few days." She held his hand tightly. |
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Vaelar Black
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 35
Physical Description: Vaelar is a massively tall man, standing at a height of six and a quarter feet and possessing a powerful build. He has flowing, well-kept hair of snow white, reaching down past his shoulders, and eyes of a deep violet. He has a youthful face and a strong, well-cut jawline, usually covered with a dusting of stubble. Overall, his appearance is much more youthful than his actual age, and his energy and charisma has not dissipated over the years of his being a sellsword.
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Outside of battle, Vaelar wears simple and comfortable, yet elegant clothing. His indigo tunic is made of cave spider silk, breathable and flowing, and purposefully baggy so as to show off a hint of his muscular build. He usually wears a set of dark brown leather trousers to go along with it, completing the ensemble with a pair of well-built leather boots.
In battle he wears a set of heavy full plate, the metal of which has been stained black with red trim, an imposing depiction of a red dragon painted across the chest. Normally he wears no helmet, preferring as wide a range of view as possible. As for weaponry, he normally wields a well-made bastard sword handed down his bloodline named "Nightrend", paired with a steel kite shield, although the shield can be abandoned and the bastard sword wielded with two hands. On his belt he generally carries a complement of several different throwable substances, from gaseous potions to napatha to a vial of an unknown, viscous substance which traps his enemy in a thick, sticky black slime, simultaneously slowing their actions and compromising armour strength with its acidity.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 7:53:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vaelar Black on Oct 30, 2018 21:31:53 GMT -8
Vaelar leans back upon his hands, his eyes fixed upward, following the clouds with a lazy fascination. His silvery-white hair stirs in a stiff breeze, and he leans a touch closer to Jun, sharing her warmth. He's dressed in modest, yet elegant clothing, with a loose shimmering silk shirt whose v-shaped neckline dips down to his chest, and a pair of well-made soft leather trousers. His feet are bare, having discarded his black climbing boots to the side for the moment.
In the distance, a red streak can be seen dipping and weaving back and forth above the gentle waters of the Mau, every now and again returning to the waters to roll about in the clear, refreshing current. Vaelar's manticore companion, having gotten bored with the pair after they settled into their picnic, decided to go for a fish and a bath, whilst eagerly putting its flying skills on display for all the lesser beasts to see. Luckily for the corvids circling above, it's never been fond of avians.
As Jun speaks, Vaelar's violet eyes drift back down to her, gliding up her figure with a loving glance before returning her gaze. He snorts a low laugh at her statement, offering a broad grin.
"My love, please do not apologise for placing your love of your people above your love for me. This is as it should be, for anyone in a station as important as your own. I am simply grateful that I am able to spend time with you despite your dire situation, and of course you know I wish to help in any way I can," he replies graciously, before his grin grows a touch more lascivious, "though, as I am not magical in any way, I am afraid I can only be of assistance in more...physical pursuits."
He wraps his arm about her, pulling her close to him and leaning down to place a gentle kiss upon her forehead, and then once more upon her lips, squeezing her hand comfortingly.
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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 Oct 30, 2018 22:12:39 GMT -8
Jun leaned into the forehead kiss, her face twinged slightly with a bemused grin. She chuckled. She empathized.
"I dunnno. If I had to pick someone possessing such unbridled libido worthy of the title 'supernatural', it'd probably be yours."
She leaned forward a bit and looked down at the strange creature showing off its might in the water. The local fish had evolved ways of staving off many of the local predators, interlocked in a precarious arms race against fishing eagles and small wyverns. But it was unlikely any of them were prepared for a mighty manticore's jaws. And so he would likely find his success rate rather high, and his belly quickly full.
"But, I really do appreciate you coming here. Thank you."
Jun had at least made an effort to wear something delicate. She was adorned in a long, grey, sleeveless sundress, trimmed and decorated with white floral patterns and symbols from her tribe. Her bare arms revealed various small scars that Black had probably seen many, many times before. Jun typically preferred pants or some sort of leg coverings. But in this case she too left her ankles and feet bare. They were dotted with small scars as well.
Blackbean sailed down towards the waters to get in on the fishing action.
Jun sat up a bit, her spirits lifting when she saw Blackbean head towards Boscoe. She had been waiting to see if they'd be able to get along. She reached up to put an arm around Vaelar and then pointed down, at least a little excited.
"Tell me the story of how you two met again? I love stories of animal companions." Her eyes met his, and Vaelar would perceive in her glittering gaze a child-like need for something sweet and innocent.
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