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Post by Isra - The Free City on Jun 1, 2015 16:46:21 GMT -8
The citadel's keep includes a large, open area filled with tables. This is a meeting ground and greeting hall, where diplomats, soldiers and members of The Free City council can relax, feast and talk.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jun 1, 2015 18:58:15 GMT -8
As the several thousand men and women of the settler's camp made their way into the Citadel, the councilmen and roughly two-three hundred individuals of interest began to enter the large central hall of the citadel's keep. At the forefront of them all was Ildesias, who seemed to be taking a natural position of leadership. He even sat himself down on a table in order to quieten and address the 'rabble' of conversation and questions directed at him. "Right now, our main priority is to get the people temporary accommodation. They will sleep in whatever building they can find, though the barracks and rooms of this keep are the most suitable. We will fit them all in, worry not," he explained, folding his arms. "As for your questions concerning our government, as many of you know I am a scholar of some renown. I have written on the subject of politics before and, during the last several days and weeks, worked secretly with previous head of the council, Owyn, to create a fair and professional system worthy of the mightiest Kingdoms." Ildesias paused for a moment, then began to explain to them the structure of the government, their plans for the future and even the way the military would be organized. (Explained OOCly in this thread: link.) When finished with his lengthy explanation, many more questions were raised. However, Ildesias could not answer many of them and several members of the new Assembly began to try and hark replies back into the crowd. Soldiers began to bring drink and food into the hall for people to eat as one question became asked more and more frequently, until it was the only one heard in the room. "Who will be the Lord of the City?" "Ildesias himself will, of course. The man who built this Citadel, who helped to stop the wildfire, who saved lady Faisine from the Goblin scoundrels. The long-lived mage, scholar and knight! One of the few remaining pure-blood Elves, I can think of no better candidate!" Spoke a senator, before Ildesias could even try to redirect the question. "The First Lord, Ildesias!" Though he had been prepared to hand the position to someone else, Ildesias could not say he was surprised when the crowd applauded and cheered ayes in his favour. |
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244 
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Jun 1, 2015 19:28:37 GMT -8
Andraste smiles at the revelation of the mage's name. "Ah, of course. 'A Dissertation on the Use of Photokinetic Evocations' was required reading in my Enchantment class at the Collegium," she says, referencing one of Ildesias' scholarly works, "and I have personally studied many more of your writings. I might even call myself a fan, though I have never seen an illustration of you and so did not recognise you immediately. It is wonderful to finally meet you in the flesh."
The rest of the walk to the Citadel was carried out in silence, until they got to the ruckus of the Keep Hall. Andraste remains silent over all the questions, though her perpetual eerie smile grows somewhat warmer when Ildesias is forced into office. An unusual display of good sense from the common people. Too often a tyrant could sway the hearts of the people with a kind word, yet this man is humble and -- from what she has thus seen -- not extremely charismatic or outwardly energetic, and yet the people instantly rose their voices to elect him. Andraste's expectations of her contemporary were not at all disappointed!
When the crowd quiets down some, she steps closer to Ildesias and asks, softly, "Might I ask to be Minister of Magic, my lord? In this way I could best serve you. I am quite knowledgeable in the arcane arts, yet my skills in other areas is lacking. If I were your Magic Head, it would be most beneficial for all involved." Despite her unchanged expression, she awaits the answer with nervous trepidation.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jun 1, 2015 19:49:43 GMT -8
"Well, I had planned to take the position myself, but seeing as I will now be pre-occupied with running a future city-state, I see no reason not to let you. If your credentials and skills in the arcane arts are truly as you claim, then you would be a fine choice. However, because I don't yet know you, I will have to officially declare it as a trial period. You have a month to prove why you are the best choice for such a prestigious position," Ildesias told Andraste, smiling.
"Anyway, guards, make sure the people are all settled. Also start a watch on the walls immediately. For now, this is our home. In the morning, have the people begin constructing their planned buildings outside the Citadel walls. Remember, as formidable and large as this fortress is, it is not the city. Eventually, a sea of buildings will surround it - and a mighty wall around them."
He moved from the table, then made to take a proper seat so he could rest. Though Andraste's spell had woken him and given him enough energy to move and speak, he was still extremely tired.
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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 2, 2015 14:33:17 GMT -8
A well dressed man with wavy blonde hair approached Ildesias and made his introduction, "Greetings, my lord, I am hoping I've found you at an appropriate time. I am Tyrus Sephiran, a practiced diplomat looking to fulfill a foreign affairs position if one has not already been appointed. " He bowed respectfully, with his hand over his heart and looked around after at the interior. "The creation of this citadel was quite the spectacle to behold. The city will be truly great won't it?"
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Dracoavis Noctus
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 52 (appears 21)
Physical Description: Race: Raumon
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 70 lb.
Body Type: Lithe
Skin Color: White
Hair/Feather Color: Black
Eye Color: Yellow outside with solid black pupils
Scars: Circular scar around right ankle
Tattoos: None
Physical Traits: Black feathered wings, hands have claw-like nails, and feet are talons with same dexterity of hands.
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Clothes and Equipment: Neck: Latice-work, solid silver choker
Body: Mismatched swathes of expensive cloth and polished metalwork
Back: Embellished steel wing covers along the arch of her wings
Hands: Steel claw gauntlets
Side: Mixed cloth side bag, hand sewn
Inventory:
- A composite bow, Bamboo
- Quiver of arrows, Varied Materials
- Small Ornate Knife, Iron
- Length of heavy chain, Silver
- Metal Working Tools
- Spyglass
- Notepad
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Player's online availability : I check most days. :)
Registered: May 28, 2015 8:20:57 GMT -8
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Post by Dracoavis Noctus on Jun 2, 2015 17:54:19 GMT -8
<Entering from Citadel Walls>
Dracoavis didn't so much find the main hall as she did stumble upon it. She had followed the various stairwells and hallways of the keep, quickly losing sense of where she was. Eventually, she managed to find a hallway that ended with her in the citadel's hall. Looking around, she noticed two individuals she had seen before that stuck out in the crowd, and one man talking to them she did not recognize. She stood in the doorway, contemplating her options, before ultimately deciding it would be good to introduce herself to at least somebody of note.
She approached Ildesias, Andraste, and Tyrus and waited for a lull in their conversation before speaking. "Excuse me, I hope I am not interrupting anything important. My name is Dracoavis, and I am Warden of... Well, no place in particular, but the wilds in general." Rather than shake hands, she gave a curt bow to the group. "I wish to offer my services to you and the city. Though I may not have the magical aptitude of some of your companions, I am an accomplished scout and hunter by my own right, and I truly wish to help those who have sought refuge here."
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jun 2, 2015 18:50:40 GMT -8
"I see," Ildesias told Tyrus, tilting his head slightly to the side. "An ambassador, hm? Well, I can certainly offer you the position on a trial basis, like Andraste here. If you are still of worth after a month, you can keep the position. In fact, I have an assignment for you right now, if you wish. You see, I have invited the leader of the Phoenix State and his companions here for a feast sometime in the next week. If you can ensure they have a good time and also organize an event fit for the leaders of a nation, it would be a good start!"
With a slight smile, he then turned to Dracoavis. "Scouts and wardens are always needed. Dangers ever prowl the borders of realms, hiding in the dark. Spies attempt to cross borders and bandits and other criminals attempt to use the wild to their advantage. If you, Dracoavis, can prove your worth and are willing to apply for it, then I can suggest to you the position of leader of our wardens, scouts and border patrols."
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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 2, 2015 19:27:55 GMT -8
"Thank you for the opportunity. I'll make sure our VIPs feel at home during their visit, of course. It will be a pleasure serving." Tyrus smiles as he is accepted into the fold by Ildesias. "I shall go now and begin planning this special event for the Phoenix State then. Familiarize myself with my surroundings as well."
He turns to Andraste and bows before leaving, "Milady."
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Jun 2, 2015 22:37:41 GMT -8
Andraste listens quietly to the other two petitioners, looking between them as they speak with an inquisitive gaze. She bows slightly to Tyrus in response to his farewell, giving him a brief smile. She then turns to Ildesias.
"My lord, I imagine your exhaustion has not ebbed since the beginning of our conversation. Do you require assistance returning to your bedchamber, or are you able to make the journey without falling into slumber?" asks the sorceress with a tone of concern, placing her hand upon his shoulder.
Secretly, though, she could barely maintain her composure. There were many things she wished to ask Ildesias. What she learned from the books, she predicted, would be only a fraction of the knowledge that could be imparted by the genuine article. For now, though, the needs of her lord come before the needs of herself, and so she holds her tongue. There would always be the next day.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jun 3, 2015 5:43:23 GMT -8
"Good evening, Tyrus. 'til the 'morrow."
He peered back towards Andraste, with a slight shake of his head. "No, I don't require assistance. I should be perfectly able to make the journey myself, but thank you for your concern," he explained, slowly standing and brushing himself down. By this point, most of the people in The Keep Hall had left, either taken to their accommodations or pulled away by other business.
"Tomorrow is yet another big day. The vast majority of the settlers will venture out and begin building their homes and businesses. With more settlers arriving every day, this venture of ours could become the largest city the world has ever known in less than two years. Astounding, really. Still, food is a matter of concern and we must be sure to leave enough room for farmland."
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Jun 3, 2015 6:53:21 GMT -8
"My lord, before you retire, I must ask one thing. I believe this city could benefit from a collegium, similar to the one at which I studied. Would you give me authorization to mobilise the magi in preparation of its creation?" asks Andraste. "The practical applications are many. It would help us to train more casters of all sorts; battle magi to supplement our armies, scholars to unlock the mysteries of the winds of magic, create enchanted items, and discover magical artifacts, herbalists to craft potions and remedies, and many more. All of the schools of magic would be taught, and it would consist of a ten-year program in order to train and condition apprentice magi. It would work as a hybridisation of an apprenticeship and a traditional class structure, with the students choosing a primary mage to train under, as well as selecting from a multitude of other courses with other students. This, I believe, would contribute to our magi being well-rounded, while also becoming extraordinarily proficient in their favoured school of magic."
Andraste takes a breath from her long-winded explanation, deciding to end it there before she tired the new leader out even further, that same muted yet kind smile touching her features as she awaits her lord's response, clasping her hands behind her back.
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Dracoavis Noctus
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 52 (appears 21)
Physical Description: Race: Raumon
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 70 lb.
Body Type: Lithe
Skin Color: White
Hair/Feather Color: Black
Eye Color: Yellow outside with solid black pupils
Scars: Circular scar around right ankle
Tattoos: None
Physical Traits: Black feathered wings, hands have claw-like nails, and feet are talons with same dexterity of hands.
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Clothes and Equipment: Neck: Latice-work, solid silver choker
Body: Mismatched swathes of expensive cloth and polished metalwork
Back: Embellished steel wing covers along the arch of her wings
Hands: Steel claw gauntlets
Side: Mixed cloth side bag, hand sewn
Inventory:
- A composite bow, Bamboo
- Quiver of arrows, Varied Materials
- Small Ornate Knife, Iron
- Length of heavy chain, Silver
- Metal Working Tools
- Spyglass
- Notepad
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Player's online availability : I check most days. :)
Registered: May 28, 2015 8:20:57 GMT -8
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Post by Dracoavis Noctus on Jun 3, 2015 13:19:02 GMT -8
Dracoavis bowed once more as Tyrus left the small gathering. Then she turned once more to Ildesias and Andraste. "I shall do my best to protect the city and its people. While I do not think of myself as a leader, if that is how you think I may best help the city, I shall certainly respect your suggestion. I don't wish to take any more of your time, sir, so I shall take my leave. I will spend the night patrolling the plains, if anyone should need me, though that is unlikely. The sudden appearance of a citadel will certainly have drawn attention, so it is an important time to stay vigilant. Til next we meet." She turned and walked through the small crowd that had been slowly dispersing from the main hall.
<Exit to The Free Plains>
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jun 3, 2015 13:50:05 GMT -8
"As the Arch-Mage, you have the required authority to handle magic-related matters of state as you see fit, Andraste. There is a tower here in this keep, the second largest that is found to the east that has been created specifically for the purpose of housing you and your ministry. I believe it is called The Tower of Conjunction and you may do with it as you will. If you believe a collegium is the best course of action, feel free to make one," Ildesias explained, his reply just as long-winded.
"Head Warden Dracoavis, make sure to organize several squads of patrols as you leave. Don't go out alone or try to cover the entire area without aid."
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Zatch Morandac
Established
I will be gone for the next week to set up a boy scout camp. Sorry
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 22
Physical Description: Zatch has a bit of a broad face, though still quite handsome. He has long golden hair that is tied up in a low ponytail in the back. He has piercing pale blue eyes and a healed scar on his right cheek, though is slight darker then the rest of his face. He is 6"5' and weighs roughly 200-210 lb. His body is quite muscular, but not bulging, and toned from his training with his father. From this though, it had gotten a layer of calluses all over his body from the training his endured.
Clothes and Equipment: Normal clothes: A green button down shirt with with a black vest. He wears a brownish pants made to be very durable. He uses a bow as well, which he uses more frequently when he isn't in his armor. This is because his armor doesn't allow much mobility with the bow. He will also have either a short sword or a dirk with him in case any combat gets too close to use the bow.
Armor: He has a sliver-ish white body plates and leg plates with golden trimmings. The shoulders have large curved shoulder guards since he prefers dual swords then to the shield, though still dons on on his back in case one of his swords are lost in battle for any number of reasons.
In the leather satchel: He has rope, throwing knives, a water bag and some food along with his regular clothes when he is traveling and wearing his armor. He also carries two spell books: One for Fire spells and one for light spells and healing.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 16:49:26 GMT -8
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Post by Zatch Morandac on Jun 3, 2015 16:53:27 GMT -8
He walked down the streets and looked around at the city in construction. "Marvelous...." He gasped a bit, never seeing much of the bigger cities or them being constructed. He spotted a Great open area containing tables and some people there. He walked closer and read a sign. "Keep Hall..Found it." He walked towards the group of people and looked around.
"Hello, Sir." He walked towards the leader. "I Hope I wasn't interrupting you. I would like to join you and be in the ranks of this marvelous City of yours. I am more skilled in the suits of battle. I am well quipped to fight off and defend this city for you and I will serve you loyally." He put his hand to his chest and bowed slightly, enough to be seeing his legs before straighten up again. "I would like to try and start up a Paladin/Knight core here..Of course only if this pleases you." He looked at his with a straight and determined look. "I was thinking a Legion leader. And I understand the one month period to see if I am worthy enough to get such a position."
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jun 3, 2015 18:39:01 GMT -8
Ildesias found himself blinking at Zatch, who seemed so eager to offer his help despite appearing so young. It put him in a difficult position, so he sighed a little. "I'm happy that you appear so willing to aid us, but I don't even know your name! And the position you seek is.. Difficult. You see, while any man with a silver tongue can be a diplomat, and any mage of sufficient power can lead a collegium, and any scout of sufficient experience can be a warden, leading an entire legion is a far different matter entirely. It takes great leadership, intelligence, physical prowess and knowledge of logistics and strategy to take that position. Not to mention experience."
He thought for a moment, wondering how to approach the situation. "I could offer you a position in the Citadel Guard, if you wish. A rank and responsibility over a hundred men, to start with. I see potential, but I'm not sure if you can yet harness it. At least as a Captain of the Citadel Guard, you can both prove your worth and learn to lead larger numbers of men in more dangerous situations."
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Jun 3, 2015 20:37:34 GMT -8
Andraste is slightly chagrined at her inability to get autorisation to build a new, grand structure for her collegium, but perhaps that would come with time. For now, she must prove its worth to the city. Of course, that means converting a few sections of the designated tower to suit her needs, but she hasn't even seen the structure yet; perhaps it will be larger than she expects. Compounding the issue is the inevitable exhaustion of her benefactor. This issue could be pressed at another time. Her expression remains unchanged as she bows slightly at the waist to Ildesias. "Thank you. I will let you get your rest, then, my lord. I look forward to this most profitable relationship between us," says Andraste, folding her hands within her sleeves and turning about to head off toward the Tower of Conjunction..she would have to see about changing that name, as well.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jun 4, 2015 8:53:12 GMT -8
"Well, it's getting late. I think it's time I retired and I suggest most of you do the same," Ildesias said, as he stood and began making his way slowly to the back of the hall. "Tomorrow our new lives start."
If not stopped, he would open one of the doors and retreat further into the keep, where several halls and stairs would lead him up into the higher levels of the Citadel where he would find some furnished quarters for sleeping. The spell had truly been impressive, building not only the structures themselves, but also the furnishings inside them. There would be no need to sleep on the floor, because a comfortable bed waited instead. Ildesias also seemed to have an intimate knowledge of the Citadel despite how new it was, a result of his working with the architects to design the blueprints and spending literal days studying the results.
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Dracoavis Noctus
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 52 (appears 21)
Physical Description: Race: Raumon
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 70 lb.
Body Type: Lithe
Skin Color: White
Hair/Feather Color: Black
Eye Color: Yellow outside with solid black pupils
Scars: Circular scar around right ankle
Tattoos: None
Physical Traits: Black feathered wings, hands have claw-like nails, and feet are talons with same dexterity of hands.
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Clothes and Equipment: Neck: Latice-work, solid silver choker
Body: Mismatched swathes of expensive cloth and polished metalwork
Back: Embellished steel wing covers along the arch of her wings
Hands: Steel claw gauntlets
Side: Mixed cloth side bag, hand sewn
Inventory:
- A composite bow, Bamboo
- Quiver of arrows, Varied Materials
- Small Ornate Knife, Iron
- Length of heavy chain, Silver
- Metal Working Tools
- Spyglass
- Notepad
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Player's online availability : I check most days. :)
Registered: May 28, 2015 8:20:57 GMT -8
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Post by Dracoavis Noctus on Jun 4, 2015 11:06:31 GMT -8
<Entering from The Free Plains>
Dracoavis walked into the Keep Hall the next morning, her cloak's hood pulled down. She figured it was important for people to learn her face now rather than always draw suspicion, though she still kept the rest of her body covered. Her stomach growled as she smelled the food that was being enjoyed by those who were in the hall, but she shook her head to regain her focus. Job first, food later. She went around from table to table, trying to find people like trade masters to handle the craftsmen, and scribes to take count of the refugees and workers. It took a bit of work to get a large enough group to help, but luckily many seemed willing and ready to lend a hand. After sending them out, she found an empty seat and fell into it, letting out a heavy sigh. She then grabbed the nearest plate of uneaten food and began devouring it. This would be one of the few breaks she would give herself on such a busy day, so she tried to enjoy it.
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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 4, 2015 12:10:16 GMT -8
"Fine morning isn't it?" Stated Tyrus who sat across from Dracoavis. He placed his utensils down and wiped any food from his mouth. "Who would you be? I recall seeing you yesterday after I left the audience of our new lord."
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Zatch Morandac
Established
I will be gone for the next week to set up a boy scout camp. Sorry
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 22
Physical Description: Zatch has a bit of a broad face, though still quite handsome. He has long golden hair that is tied up in a low ponytail in the back. He has piercing pale blue eyes and a healed scar on his right cheek, though is slight darker then the rest of his face. He is 6"5' and weighs roughly 200-210 lb. His body is quite muscular, but not bulging, and toned from his training with his father. From this though, it had gotten a layer of calluses all over his body from the training his endured.
Clothes and Equipment: Normal clothes: A green button down shirt with with a black vest. He wears a brownish pants made to be very durable. He uses a bow as well, which he uses more frequently when he isn't in his armor. This is because his armor doesn't allow much mobility with the bow. He will also have either a short sword or a dirk with him in case any combat gets too close to use the bow.
Armor: He has a sliver-ish white body plates and leg plates with golden trimmings. The shoulders have large curved shoulder guards since he prefers dual swords then to the shield, though still dons on on his back in case one of his swords are lost in battle for any number of reasons.
In the leather satchel: He has rope, throwing knives, a water bag and some food along with his regular clothes when he is traveling and wearing his armor. He also carries two spell books: One for Fire spells and one for light spells and healing.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 16:49:26 GMT -8
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Post by Zatch Morandac on Jun 4, 2015 18:13:02 GMT -8
He sighed a bit in disappointment, but understood completely. He nodded and look back at Ildesias with a determined looked. "I, Zatch Morandac, will not fail you, My Lord." He bowed to him again, his right leg back and bent and his left bent at an angle before standing back up again. He nodded quickly before leaving towards his quarters, which he would assume would take forever for lack of knowledge of the layout of the place. After an hour he finally found his quarters, took off his armor and set things to his liking. He laid down and drifted into slumber.
He woke up rather early and did a bit of exercising and training in his room before doing other morning necessities. He got dressed in the most semi formal attire he could find..which was his casual clothes. "Guess this will do for right now." He changed into it and walked back to the hall for some food. The instant he got there, drool almost dripped from his mouth, but he withheld that. He hadn't had a proper meal in a while and was going to enjoy it. He was about to get food before realizing he needed to find a group of soldiers who weren't in a company. He went to each of the tables and asked for any willing soldiers and that they should go to the tables near the corner so that he would get to know some of them and such. So far..he only got about 3 quarters of what he needed out of all 100. He decided to leave it at that for now. He got them to gather in the corner before introducing himself and told them where to go after breakfast, which was to a open area for their first training session. They called out in various replies and of various degrees shouts and calls. "And from now on, you will say Sir, Yes, Sir or Sir, No" They called Sir, Yes, Sir. "Be Ready in an hour with everything you need for training today." Another round of calls were heard. He nodded in approval and went off to get his breakfast.
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