Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on Jun 3, 2018 6:32:03 GMT -8
"Well let me be the first to unofficially welcome you to Aridia, besieged by random people all the time." He returned easily.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2018 6:53:22 GMT -8
The woman took a deep breath and let it out slowly. A greeting was certainly better than a charge for assault or a battle cry. Her arm eased down to hang at her side again.
"And what is Aridia?" she inquired, daring to start taking steps to ascend the dune and walk nearer the stranger.
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Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on Jun 3, 2018 6:56:17 GMT -8
"To sum it up, a vast desert controlled by the Aridians, yours truly. But I must go back to my home, to stop this mystery attacker." He stated before turning and jogging into the golden desert.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2018 7:02:23 GMT -8
Before she could say another word, the man was running off. She was left with so many more questions than answers, and now on her own again in the desert. Apparently this was Aridian territory, though she knew not what that completely meant.
Against her better judgement, she picked up the pace to scale the sand up to the level the garbed man had been and saw him becoming a smaller speck in the distance with each passing second - and she followed him wordlessly.
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Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on Jun 3, 2018 7:03:40 GMT -8
(Move to Aridian Desert Town)
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Einhver Annar
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Entirely clad in white armor ornately decorated with gold and various pink and blue highlights. Her lower half is covered in a light grey combat dress that hardly hinders her movement. Two pairs of similar golden and white wings remain folded up upon her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her body is made of a durable armor crafted in the forges of Eldavél, and leaves little to no gaps to exploit as weaknesses. She typically carries a magic broadsword capable of hitting things on both the astral and physical plane, and can summon in various other magic weapons.
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Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Jun 4, 2018 7:20:53 GMT -8
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Post by Einhver Annar on Jun 4, 2018 15:41:02 GMT -8
An elegant and armored angel glides over the desert, on a path towards the Aridian Desert Town. Her armor catches the light of the sun and illuminates the gold trim spectacularly, a dazzling sight for anybody who happened to be passing through the desert. Within her hand she carries a long and ornately crafted pole, upon which is attached a plain white flag that blows unnaturally in the winds and shines with a beautifully uncanny glow, suggesting that the item is more than just a normal flag.
While her outward physical appearance might exude beauty and elegance, her thoughts hardly matched. She was deeply frustrated with the whole scenario. This task was dumped on her by some other valkyrie who claimed they didn't have the time, but once the task was explained she knew the true reason. Her sister didn't want to go to some foreign tribe who had become enemies Ískaldur to only make declarations, without invoking any sort of pain upon the lowlifes who had smeared Ískaldur's emissary in mud. Truth be told, she felt the same way, but unlike her sister she was actually busy in her forge and with running the town of Eldavél. This whole journey was truthfully a waste of time that could well be spent elsewhere. On the bright side, she was given a chance to use this dusty relic that she had forged for who knows why. She shakes her head to rid these nostalgic thoughts from her head, and any joy that had once been within her was extinguished as she remembered the task at hand. She sighs, really not wanting to be here.
But if the King Chief has commanded it to be done, it shall be done. There was no arguing there.
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Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on Jun 4, 2018 15:47:25 GMT -8
A small but distinct shape, sits below the gliding Einhver, seeming not to notice the rather peculiar shape of a woman with wings.
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Einhver Annar
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Entirely clad in white armor ornately decorated with gold and various pink and blue highlights. Her lower half is covered in a light grey combat dress that hardly hinders her movement. Two pairs of similar golden and white wings remain folded up upon her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her body is made of a durable armor crafted in the forges of Eldavél, and leaves little to no gaps to exploit as weaknesses. She typically carries a magic broadsword capable of hitting things on both the astral and physical plane, and can summon in various other magic weapons.
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Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Jun 4, 2018 7:20:53 GMT -8
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Post by Einhver Annar on Jun 4, 2018 16:00:50 GMT -8
While the shape may not have noticed Einhver, she definitely noticed the shape. Her wings flexed, and in the next moment she had changed course, and plummets downwards on a course directly intercepting the being below. A small shadow may be visible to the being below, growing large in size as if to announce the arrival of the Valkyrie, wings tucked behind her back as she flew down at speeds that seemed nearly impossible. At the last possible moment she stopped her descent with a single flap from her two pairs of wings, causing the desert sand to billow up all around, revealing the ornately armored being of the valkyrie.
She looked down upon Aridians in front of her from her position still a good 8 feet in the air, inspecting them up and down and laying a critical gaze upon their rather basic equipment, although they'd have no way to discern this from the plain piece of armor that makes up her face. After a moment passes she addresses the desert dwellers. "I have come from Ískaldur bearing the white flag of a truce and with urgent news. I suggest that you put away any notions of attacking me and further disgracing yourself, and allow me to speak to the one who leads you."
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Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on Jun 4, 2018 16:04:28 GMT -8
The single shape, does not make a move as the sand billows around him, nor does he respond to her aggressive speech. He simply sits there as if nothing were before him.
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Einhver Annar
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Entirely clad in white armor ornately decorated with gold and various pink and blue highlights. Her lower half is covered in a light grey combat dress that hardly hinders her movement. Two pairs of similar golden and white wings remain folded up upon her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her body is made of a durable armor crafted in the forges of Eldavél, and leaves little to no gaps to exploit as weaknesses. She typically carries a magic broadsword capable of hitting things on both the astral and physical plane, and can summon in various other magic weapons.
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Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Jun 4, 2018 7:20:53 GMT -8
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Post by Einhver Annar on Jun 4, 2018 16:14:36 GMT -8
The valkyrie watches the shape, her frustration growing by the second. Are these desert dwellers mute and dumb? Can't they show the slightest bit of acknowledgement when a superior being appears to meet with them? She descends further, approaching the being and coming to stop a good meter away, still suspended in the air by a foot. The magical radiance surrounding the White Flag of Peace casts a golden aura, illuminating the man and the surrounding sands. She clears her throat, even if she has no throat to clear, and attempts to gain the attention of this idiotic desert man.
If and when that received no response, she would continue. "Oi! Allow me free passage and the right to speak to your leader." She demands, a thin veil of calm hiding the brewing storm fueled by her frustration. Frustration at the valkyrie who couldn't do this herself, frustration at the task for wasting her time, and finally frustration that after all this, she was greeted by an unresponsive imbecile. "As a representative of Ískaldur I demand that you take me to your leader, so I may make him aware of the urgent news I bring."
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Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on Jun 4, 2018 16:18:34 GMT -8
Finally he utters a few words. "You can not demand anything of me in my land, and I will not be brining you to our leader. But, I will bring this "important" message to him if I want." His eyes open to reveal icy orbs of blue, that seem to impossibly freeze the scorching heat around the pair.
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Einhver Annar
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Entirely clad in white armor ornately decorated with gold and various pink and blue highlights. Her lower half is covered in a light grey combat dress that hardly hinders her movement. Two pairs of similar golden and white wings remain folded up upon her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her body is made of a durable armor crafted in the forges of Eldavél, and leaves little to no gaps to exploit as weaknesses. She typically carries a magic broadsword capable of hitting things on both the astral and physical plane, and can summon in various other magic weapons.
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Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Jun 4, 2018 7:20:53 GMT -8
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Post by Einhver Annar on Jun 4, 2018 16:30:47 GMT -8
The valkyrie watches the desert dweller in front of her. It may have been true that she wasn't the strongest among the valkyries, far from it, but she was absolutely sure that no mere man from the desert could possibly defeat her. So for the man to state such audacious claims so casually infuriated her. If she had eyes or a face, she would be glaring at the man with only unchecked malice, and nothing less.
However the blank plate that made up her "face" revealed no such emotions, and after a moment of silently calming herself, she spoke once again. "As a bearer of the White Flag of Peace, I can not do anything that will lead to harm for you or your people. I will gladly wait out here if it will result in me being able to meet with your leader. However." She pauses, emphasizing the importance of what will come next, the unshakeable ultimatum. "I will speak to no one below your leader. If your leader is so cowardly that he won't come out to meet one who bears the White Flag of Peace, then I see no reason why your tribe deserves to be informed of what I intend to share."
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Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on Jun 4, 2018 16:35:05 GMT -8
The desert dweller slowly raises his head and looks the Einhver in the face plate. "We know what you have come to say. You come here to state that your nation is greater, that you wish to go to war with us weaklings. Your claim of our leader being a weakling, does not compel me to bring him here or the reverse. Give me your known message or leave and return with your said army."
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Einhver Annar
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Entirely clad in white armor ornately decorated with gold and various pink and blue highlights. Her lower half is covered in a light grey combat dress that hardly hinders her movement. Two pairs of similar golden and white wings remain folded up upon her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her body is made of a durable armor crafted in the forges of Eldavél, and leaves little to no gaps to exploit as weaknesses. She typically carries a magic broadsword capable of hitting things on both the astral and physical plane, and can summon in various other magic weapons.
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Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Jun 4, 2018 7:20:53 GMT -8
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Post by Einhver Annar on Jun 4, 2018 17:09:47 GMT -8
The valkyrie is struck mute for a moment, as she takes in the information and mulls it over. They shouldn't know of this yet. Was there a spy in Ískaldur? Impossible. A traitor? Also impossible. Perhaps some form of magic? She silently cursed her lack of knowledge on the arts of magic, instead focusing on the forging and enchanting of weapons. It could have easily been some form of basic magic of which she is unfamiliar, which hardly narrows down the possibilities.
As these thoughts fly through her head she continues to regard the Aridian in front of her and doesn't change her stance, and a long moment of silence passes as they stare down each other, the rugged blue eyed man of the desert and the ornately armored valkyrie from the north. Eventually she laughs, a cold metallic laugh devoid of all mirth, one that could chill those who heard it straight to the bone. "You apparently are more informed than I gave you credit for, man of the desert." She regards the man again, tilting her head curiously. "Then surely you know that you stand no chance against the might of Ískaldur." She descends further, her feet delicately meeting the ground and the dual pair of wings that adorn her back folding out of view. She holds the White Flag of Truce upright, it beginning to blow in some unfelt wind, the magical glow surrounding it as vibrant as ever. She elegantly walks up to the man, almost seeming to float, only stopping when less than half a foot separated the two. In a tone which barely betrayed the intense anger she harbored, she gave him one last chance. "I wish to see you leader, and I refuse to speak to anyone that is not him. To not do so would be the epitome of stupidity, and would seal your fate."
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Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on Jun 4, 2018 17:15:35 GMT -8
The man stares evenly back at the Valykire, as casual as ever. After a small moment he begins to smile, his smile broadens with each word she says. Finally he states; "stupidity no, no, recklessness yes. If you are so "eager" to meet our leader then come along he spoke loudly, as he turned and began to run into the darkening desert, with surprising speed. As he ran several men, riding steeds, just like him appeared out of the dunes and began to gallop beside him. Lastly a brown horse followed suit, and the desert dweller hopped on it and followed the rest of the men.
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Einhver Annar
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Entirely clad in white armor ornately decorated with gold and various pink and blue highlights. Her lower half is covered in a light grey combat dress that hardly hinders her movement. Two pairs of similar golden and white wings remain folded up upon her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her body is made of a durable armor crafted in the forges of Eldavél, and leaves little to no gaps to exploit as weaknesses. She typically carries a magic broadsword capable of hitting things on both the astral and physical plane, and can summon in various other magic weapons.
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Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Jun 4, 2018 7:20:53 GMT -8
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Post by Einhver Annar on Jun 4, 2018 19:45:37 GMT -8
She impassively watched the man run off, no expression betrayed by her stance nor the blank armor that makes up her face, but internally she breathed a sigh of relief. To return home with nothing to show, not to mention being turned away at the desert border by a single man, was something that would earn her scorn from even the weakest of beings. Although she wondered who replace her, she had little doubt that she would no longer hold the position of Eldavél's overseer if she were to return with that story. She knew that she was one of the weakest of her kind without her equipment, but even that was a pitiful excuse at best. To think that her dangerous threats would actually pay off was a massive relief, although she made sure not to show it.
Instead the two pairs of wings attached to her back opened up again, and they effortlessly carry her into the air. She finds it no struggle at all to keep up with the pace of the desert horses, hardy animals though they were. Within her hand she still carried the White Flag of Peace and Truce, which lit up the surrounding desert in a golden aura of magical power. She'd follow above the group of Aridians, consistently staying over what she judged to be the approximate center of the group.
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Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on Jun 4, 2018 19:53:30 GMT -8
(Move to Aridian Desert Town)
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Ískaldur
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Roleplay posts: 94
Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 18:47:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ískaldur on Jun 8, 2018 7:22:50 GMT -8
The time had come. Over the horizon the first signs of the approaching army could be sighted. Little more than a distant blotch on the horizon currently, they continued to march towards their enemy. Sic columns of troops marched, each flying the banner of Ískaldur. They march with their purpose strong, to wreak havoc and cause misery upon their enemy, bearing the stifling heat of the desert to accomplish their reason for war. As they drew near the exact size of Ískaldur’s might could be seen. Numbering about 1,200 troops strong, their ranks were made up of battle harden warriors and creatures of various crystal and metals. Above each of the six columns floated one of the armored angels, valkyries, and at the forefront of the army marched Thrand Rangvaldrson , shield and mace in hand, accompanied by his trusted advisors and those who had joined Ískaldur in their righteous plight against Aridia.
Forward they marched into the desert heat, trudging through sand and rock to meet their enemies and soak the land with their blood. Nothing else occupied their thoughts, the army sharing a single goal, to exact their revenge against those who had disrespected them and slandered the name of Ískaldur. The cries of those ready for battle could be heard and the ground seemed to shake as they march to the home of the accursed desert dwellers, their goal not far from their reach.
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Immortal Konsol
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Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 3,000
Physical Description: A hollow, animated suit of armor composed of some unidentifiable metal. The metal is incredibly strong and living by nature.
Registered: Apr 23, 2018 9:37:34 GMT -8
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Post by Immortal Konsol on Jun 8, 2018 8:23:35 GMT -8
Immortal Konsol, ambassador to Ískaldur from Morgdul, had arrived to watch the battle. He would act in an observer-advisor capacity, showing the icemen how Morgdul waged their ancient conquests, and learning how modern empires conducted warfare.
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Aylith
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Roleplay posts: 38
Age: Pre-Cataclysm
Physical Description: Variable.
Clothes and Equipment: TBW
Registered: Jan 17, 2018 10:35:54 GMT -8
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Post by Aylith on Jun 8, 2018 18:29:33 GMT -8
Alongside the Iskaldurians.... Aylith marches with the rest of the warriors, its "warrior-form" doing little to conceal the being's true nature (although that may have something to do with said warrior-form being a very shabbily silhouette of a viking, tendrils dribbling out from various chinks in its armor and head still conformed into the Talia-esque bubble head from before). It smiles widely out of the malformed jaws, laughing in a high-pitched tone. "What fun. All this time, and all the parts of the world I so *loved* are still intact." The smile ripples momentarily and fades, reinstating itself soon after. Aylith cranes its head upward, looking around for any sign of Tsatsa. Aylith holds up a hand, a dim blue glow emitting from it... Charging (1). TsaTsa
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