The Phoenix State
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151 
Registered: May 17, 2015 13:41:25 GMT -8
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Post by The Phoenix State on May 23, 2015 21:39:27 GMT -8
 Valheecius Desert
Home of The Phoenix State, known as the 'Capitol Land'
Very empty, yet it's so alive. The horrors and joys of this desert coincide. From gold and love, to greed and despair. This desert is named after the Horseman that was turned on by the other six. It is said that he watches over the desert, looking for his opportunity to come back into the mortal realm. Due to the Pharaohs that have stood over the deserts and ruled in the name of The Phoenix State, they have been protected by the Phoenix from Valheecius. This promoted wealth and power due to their natural resources.
The main god worshiped in the Valheecius Desert is Amun-Ra. It has several large cities known as 'Capitols' because they each had their own specialty. Some cities are welcoming, while others will block you out. The Capitol city, Vauc Berhemius, is the main city used for military discussions and political content, such as laws and diplomacy.
Capitol Cities:
Vauc Berhemius - Law and Military
Flo'Liare - Trade and Travel
Sebuut - Medical Science and Advanced Education
Imperial City - Military Training and Basic Education
Phoenix - Religion and Magic Science
Cervinnz - Food and Construction Science |
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Hirhan
Dedicated
Braving the desert heat in search of ancient relics.
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 50
Physical Description: Weathered, serious looking (though in actuality not serious at all). Tall and lanky.
Clothes and Equipment: >A well worn robe favored by lecturers.
>Several weighty tomes, filled with information on the arcane. >Heavily bookmarked and earmarked, well used.
>A journal and accompanying scribe's toolkit.
>A rod of polished rosewood wood carved with arcane sigils. This blasting rod allows fine control, and helps Hirhan to channel more energy than he normally could.
>A medallion, featuring a pair of carved hands. This trinket helps absorb incoming missiles, and is somewhat effective at blocking magical attacks. Useless in a melee.
>A pouch of coins.
>A pair of glasses covered in lenses, which allow him to see that which mortal eyes cannot view.
>A vambrace which can store a single spell of later casting.
>An athame.
Player's online availability : Lol
Registered: Jul 30, 2015 17:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Hirhan on Sept 11, 2015 6:23:18 GMT -8
The dig site had built itself organically on the side of the oasis like a growth. White canvas tents fluttered in the desert breeze, their lines taut from the wind. Hopefully another sandstorm wouldn't come, the last one had almost wiped out the dig itself. The workers and their Magus overlord had been there just over a month, and so far the dig had been surprisingly fruitful. An ancient battle had occurred on this very location epochs ago, leaving behind sand-blaster armor, weapons, and other archaeological treasures. It was a miracle in itself that the camp had yet to be raided by bandits. OOC: After your introductory post, continue to Dig Site . |
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:31:13 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2015 13:55:38 GMT -8
Time skip to day of quest
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Wendy and Raena had continued their travels through what seemed like an infinite desert, however despite the trek Wendamari seemed almost eager to arrive at this little oasis. As the two approached the site on camel back, Wendy jumped down off her camel and giggled excitedly.
"We'reherewe'reherewe'rehere!" She exclaimed as she looked around in amazement. "I can't believe it! An actual archaeological dig! And in the Vaheecius desert's RUINS! I heard there was once this huge battle between some cultists and-and-and......dammit, I can't remember their names, but it was pretty amazing. And we get to be bodyguards, so we'll be up close with the workers! This is going to be awesome!"
She squealed for an surprisingly amount of time.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Sept 12, 2015 14:42:33 GMT -8
Sometime after the events of Darastrix...
After the events on Darastrix, Ralf Valgard decided to tag along with new-found friend Hirhan, who had trekked back to his Ashen Tower. Ralf was greatly impressed at the sight of the structure, and it reminded him of the Black Spire back home, in Stormhold.
Being here at the dig site with Hirhan and his workers for over a month was boring. Just sand and... more sand. But he remained loyal to his friend, even worked with the others for a bit, but remained mostly as a bodyguard for Hirhan. He was eagerly awaiting the newcomers, those who would no doubt join him in venturing into the dig site where they would protect the workers.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Nov 16, 2015 16:44:14 GMT -8
In the middle of the desert a sand dune begins to shift...
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Nov 16, 2015 20:41:19 GMT -8
Trogdor awoke from his long slumber. After being healed by Zaltos Trogdor had retreated into the desert to rest and regain his mana. His had slept better then he had in ages. No longer were his dreams filled with anger and darkness. Trogdor stretched his wings and arched his back. Sand came pouring off him. He bridged his back and lifted his neck into the air to let out a roar that would be heard all across the land. Next he sent a spout of red flame into the sky. Trogdor was back and he was hungry...was that blood he smelt on the wind?
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Nov 17, 2015 0:11:59 GMT -8
Trogdor needed to eat. All instinct urged him to hunt. To follow the smell of blood. Something came first though. Trogdor opened his mind and tentatively probed for Zaltos. " I awaken. Must eat." [Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo |
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Nov 17, 2015 9:28:06 GMT -8
Trogdor received no immediate response. Zaltos was probably asleep or doing something that required intense concentration. That suited Trogdor. Now he was free to hunt at his leisure. The red beast extended his wings and began to beat them lethargically, stretching out all the cramps. A sand cloud began to billow around him. Then the dragon leaped out of the growing cloud and propelled himself into the sky.
Higher and higher he climber, circling on thermal updrafts. It felt good to fly again. Trogdor could see that the land had change much while he slept. The Phoenix State had grown and smaller nations and cities seemed to have been founded in the neighboring lands. Trogdor would have to carve out a piece of this land out for himself soon. First came food. Trogdor sniffed the air and smelled blood still. The smell had grown in fact. There must be a battle happening near by. The hungry dragon glided over the land, following his nose.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:31:13 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2015 9:24:38 GMT -8
C3 trudges through the desert, needing neither food, water, nor rest.
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Grelzug "Scalp-Taker" of Medan
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 32
Physical Description: Very old for a combatant Orc, Grelzug is a massively burly creature, standing at a height of eight and a half feet tall with a long mane of thick dark grey hair, yellowish, angry eyes, and a full set of extremely sharp, slightly yellowed teeth, subject to a bit of an underbite that makes his two massive bottom fangs protrude from his mouth. He has many, many scars from battles gone by, although not a single one has apparently ever come close to killing him, as he walks with a lumbering ease, his movements unimpeded by old wounds. His voice is low-pitched, deep, and gravelly, and he does not usually raise his voice unless enraged, which spells imminent death for most who anger him.
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Grelzug dresses in simple, and some might say immodest clothing, normally wearing just a hide loincloth, although in more civilised settings he tends to wear an entirely unfitting ensemble of a simple linen shirt and trousers, heavy black work boots upon his feet.
He goes into battle unarmoured but for a pair of steel greaves, a single iron pauldron upon his right shoulder, and a steel cap that only manages to cover the very top of his head, though it appears more for offence than defence, as single, long horn protrudes from its center, perfect for gutting and ramming. Although it's minimalistic, any more and the Orc would find it a hindrance, preferring to be able to attack with all his might when he becomes angry. His best tool in battle is his bloodlust and his rage, his unconsciously psychic mind causing certain effects when his rage is active. He wields a large steel cleaver, well-sharpened but crudely forged, far too large and heavy for most humanoids to pick up.
Registered: Sept 30, 2015 0:04:10 GMT -8
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Post by Grelzug "Scalp-Taker" of Medan on Dec 5, 2015 21:55:32 GMT -8
Grelzug trudges through the Valheecius desert, his massive cleaver dragging behind him and his feet sliding across the sand, barely picking themselves up before thumping down again. He had been chased out of Medan just over a month ago, and he had somehow found his way to this dismal place. Dead and hot. A far cry from the rich hunting grounds of his home, where the scent of blood wafted free upon a spring breeze, and a kill was never hard to find. While he had gotten into a scrap with some lowly goblins since coming here, it hardly did anything to sate his fighting spirit. He needs a purpose, he needs a fight. Either one would suit him well. A fight with a purpose would do even better.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Jan 6, 2016 21:13:43 GMT -8
The desert was hot, barren, and expansive. The perfect place for a lair. Trogdor wanted to go and Find Zaltos, but stashing his new found treasures was more important at the moment.
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