Tir la Morr
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Registered: Jan 23, 2018 19:38:21 GMT -8
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Post by Tir la Morr on Jan 24, 2018 16:58:08 GMT -8
The Palace - Entrance Shortly after The Tyrant in Gold 's conquest of Tir la Morr was completed he began construction of his court. Seemingly overnight this golden structure grew within the heart of Tir la Morr atop a large plateau that was once a meeting ground for the old courts. How it was made and of what is a mystery. The substance used in the palace's construction appears to be gold but lacks that metals malleability, a trait it keeps even when exposed to anti-magic. Either way, The Palace is grand and those who seek entrance should start here. |
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Vanhin
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Roleplay posts: 8
Physical Description: Standing at only four feet tall, Vanhin’s appearance is nearly the opposite of imposing. His hair and beard is a pure snow white, both being rather unstyled and wild looking. His face is crinkled with smile lines and his eyes almost always have a certain twinkle to them. His skin is tough and leathery, possessing a color that suggests he has spent much time in the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Vanhin can usually be found in a rather plain woolen jacket that’s some variety of brown overtop baggy pants and a shirt of deep green. Around his waist is a leather belt secured with a silver buckle, perhaps the only valuable material on his entire outfit. On his head is a straw hat with an exceptionally brilliant red feather sticking out of it. His leather boots look quite worn but still in good condition. Other than his clothing, Vanhin only carries around a dark green bag, which possesses a variety of ever-changing objects in it, the one constant being his wooden flute.
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Registered: Jan 23, 2018 17:07:12 GMT -8
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Post by Vanhin on Jan 26, 2018 16:33:39 GMT -8
Vanhin approached the palace gates at a brisk pace, alternating between jogging and skipping, only slowing as he reached the gates that were presumably guarded. Reaching his hand deep into his bag, Vanhin whipped out a scroll, a summons from the Tyrant in Gold. Brandishing the document towards the nearest guard, Vanhin addressed them in a voice that was much softer than his rough appearance would indicate.
“From deep within my forest home I have traveled here to the Palace of Gold. I accept the summons of the Fae’s new ruler and now wish to meet with him and be brought into his fold. Vanhin is here, so please relay that information to him so that it is crystal clear.”
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Tir la Morr
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Roleplay posts: 6
Registered: Jan 23, 2018 19:38:21 GMT -8
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Post by Tir la Morr on Jan 27, 2018 14:32:44 GMT -8
The guards of the Tyrant's Palace were relatively normal Fae. The only thing that set them apart was, much like many of the Fae who joined his army, they tended to be a tad more serious. Of course, a tad more serious for a Fae was still not terribly serious by most peoples standards. This meant they wore uniforms and stood mostly at attention. Though both of the elfin, armor-clad, figure seemed slightly bored with their duty.
When Vanhin approached they looked down and up respectively. On had been watching the clouds the other had been observing the city that surrounded the plateau. When the man presents the scroll one takes it and pretends to read it while the other pretends to listen. "Well, this is all in order." The one with the scrolls says whacking it with his hand.
"Ayup and the captain said that there'd be one more today. So you can go on through Vanhin." The second's tone suggests he knew the elder fae. Not impossible when you lived for centuries you tended to meet almost everyone and Vanhin was pretty famous. The one with the scrolls hands it back while the second one opens the gate for Vanhin.
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Vanhin
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Physical Description: Standing at only four feet tall, Vanhin’s appearance is nearly the opposite of imposing. His hair and beard is a pure snow white, both being rather unstyled and wild looking. His face is crinkled with smile lines and his eyes almost always have a certain twinkle to them. His skin is tough and leathery, possessing a color that suggests he has spent much time in the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Vanhin can usually be found in a rather plain woolen jacket that’s some variety of brown overtop baggy pants and a shirt of deep green. Around his waist is a leather belt secured with a silver buckle, perhaps the only valuable material on his entire outfit. On his head is a straw hat with an exceptionally brilliant red feather sticking out of it. His leather boots look quite worn but still in good condition. Other than his clothing, Vanhin only carries around a dark green bag, which possesses a variety of ever-changing objects in it, the one constant being his wooden flute.
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Registered: Jan 23, 2018 17:07:12 GMT -8
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Post by Vanhin on Jan 27, 2018 21:36:27 GMT -8
“Why thank you, good sir, I am very glad I am permitted to enter without causing a stir.”
Vanhin puffed on his pipe, one that he had managed to pull from his bag and light sometime during the guards' response to him. Offering the captain a knowing smile, Vanhin passed through the gate and began skipping towards his destination. Although his body language didn’t show it, Vanhin did understand how important this upcoming meeting would be. This was what would potentially set the tone for all future interactions with the Tyrant.
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