Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169 
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Oct 4, 2017 12:28:43 GMT -8
"Technically there is nothing stopping another construct to be made. Isra has access to the space and resources needed, as well as the manpower of the magi to perform the ritual. You want another citadel, or perhaps something else? For what purpose would you want me to do this?" Vigil was perfectly capable of replicating the ritual performed by Ildesias Xen Torsal, but was there a good reason for it? Vigil was loyal to the people of the Overworld and those he worked with, but not slave to the wills of any politician and his loyalty couldn't be bought. He only had hearsay to go off of, for whether or not he trusted her. If he found her agreeable he'd have no problem doing what she asked.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238 
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Oct 18, 2017 17:33:02 GMT -8
Lady Naoki shakes her head. “Not quite. Not another Citadel. A fortress. Soon, it will be my objective to control an area that will likely be far from The Empire’s borders. To do that, I feel it would be wise to construct a fortified base. And rather than employing the standard methods of construction, with their menial labor and relatively slow progress, I would like a group of Enclave mages to assemble one using similar methods as those used to construct The Citadel. Primarily, quickly.”
She pauses for a beat before continuing, “I would like you to organize that group.”
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Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Oct 18, 2017 22:35:06 GMT -8
Vigil listens to Naoki's proposal and nods, what she suggested made sense. He supposed he could agree to do it. "A fortress hm? Very well. I'll get Enclave Magi who are qualified for the job and rehearse the ritual with them. Just prepare the resources and we'll make your fort. Do you know the exact location you wish for it to go, Empress Naoki?"
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Oct 20, 2017 14:42:03 GMT -8
Lady Naoki nods, pleased that Vigil is willing and able.
“Good. I don’t know the location yet which makes preparations difficult, but I’ll be sure to let you know as soon as I do. I would suggest you take the relevant Magi off of critical assignments, as once the time comes, I will expect them to arrive as soon as they’re able- ideally not at the expense of anything else.”
With another small nod, it seems as if that's all she has to say.
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Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Oct 20, 2017 17:00:26 GMT -8
"If that is all, I bid you farewell. We'll get started with the preparations." Vigil says goodbye and begins to get into contact with the Magi he wanted on the team and inform them of the task ahead. Alryca Starwell would be someone he'd seek out join the construction crew.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Oct 24, 2017 0:07:08 GMT -8
Lady Naoki nods, as that is indeed all. A perfunctory, “Farewell.”
Her business in The Conjunction concluded, Lady Naoki makes for the door, pausing only to deliver a flirtatious remark to an aspiring student along the way.
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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 Nov 28, 2017 15:25:06 GMT -8
"Wrrah."
"Wrrah."
...
"Wrrah."
"Wrrah."
Exhausted and drained, Jun was lying down horizontally on one of the stone steps leading up to the great tower. She kept to the shadows, not wanting to interact with anyone but at the same time still feeling the need to be surrounded by her fellow mages. She was dressed in plain grey robes, for although the day was reasonably temperate, she still felt cold.
"Wrrah."
"Wrrah."
Her giant crow, Blackbean, was in his full form, watching over her sympathetically, like a great, feathery sentinel. He was trying to cheer her up, periodically nuzzling her head with his massive beak.
"Wrrah."
"Wrrah."
Every time he let out a probing caw, she cawed back. The act was amusing them both somewhat, and some of the nearby mages were touched enough to smirk, smile, or outright giggle at them. With each caw she felt a little bit better, as if their little ritual was keeping her sense of humor on life support.
"Wrrah."
"Wrrah."
She cracked a weak smile.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Nov 28, 2017 16:01:20 GMT -8
Right, passed the gates! Amazing! Glorious! Exciting! Now... where to? Keph wasn't quite sure, he just wanted to know what this absurdly large building contained and really nothing else... but he had to choose some where to start, right? Right. He had a fool proof method that never failed him before so:
One...
Two...
Three...!
Keph spun around in place, eyes closed, arm stretched out. He almost tripped as he got fairly dizzy, but he was fairly used to this method of deciding his path by now, so he kept strong! He opened his eyes and... whatever that large tower was! Appeared to be as good of a place to start as anywhere else, if you asked him. He just had to... go up a few more steps.
Ha...
Haa...
Haaa...
Just... no more steps, please! Who decided building all this on such high points was a good idea? Idiots! The lot of them! He took a deep breathe, while Keph was no doubt athletic, like any other sane person he hated steps. Yet, apparently there was someone else that hated them far more than he. Some woman was lying down on the steps and she certainly didn't look like she was in all that great of a mood.
As he carefully approached her (because she might've just been some crazy person), he began eye between her and the oversized crow. He was beginning to question if everything he was oversized for no good reason... yet then again she was barely taller than he was so maybe not.
Keph stretched out a foot, poking the red-head lightly in the ribs just to make sure she was conscious. After all, she might've just lost it and thought that she too was now a crow. In the middle of doing so though, he already had begun to write up a message on his journal, which he'd turn to her so she could read (assuming she could read):
"She doesn't look like a bird." Is all the message would read, as the young lad eyed her curiously from over the journal.
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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 Nov 28, 2017 16:42:35 GMT -8
Jun had been staring at an inchworm walking along in front of her nose when she heard some poor chap struggling up the steps. It suddenly occurred to her that there were two kinds of magically oriented people in this world: adventurers who got plenty of exercise, and recluses who stayed indoors reading books. There really wasn't much of a between. She lifted up her head just enough so she could turn it to the figure who had poked her, where she got an eye-full of obvious-fact-stating.
Ironically this was something of a relief, as at the moment she would rather interact with a book than a human. Sadly, there was, in fact, a human behind the book that she needed to interact with.
She groaned and sat up, her eyes lazy and unfocused as if she had just woken up. Meanwhile, Blackbean (its name was Blackbean) hopped back slightly to give her oxygen.
"So... do I talk with the journal or the person behind it? I know that probably came out sarcastically but I'm asking sincerely. You get all kinds here. Ever fight a crystal energy being wrapped in bandages before? It's fun but nauseating." She yawned and stretched. "...Sorry, what were we talking about?"
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Nov 28, 2017 17:03:35 GMT -8
Luckily for Jun, she hadn't voiced her initial thoughts! Keph would've been outraged to be thought of as a recluse instead of an adventurer after all he was the finest adventurer there was and he got plenty of exercise; stairs were horrible no matter how in shape one was!
Keph stared down at the woman from over the journal as he watched her eyes moving along the letters and he awaited a response, in the meanwhile still trying to figure out just what exactly was her deal, but he wouldn't have much time for thinking as she didn't take long to answer.
His eyes watched carefully as the crow hopped backwards, moving out of the way so its master could speak. Keph... was a tad confused by the words that came out of her. He shrugged at them, before hastily writing up another message: "Does it really matter?" He asked through his usual writings. After all, he could hear her from behind the journal so he didn't quite understand why it mattered if she were addressing him or his writing tools... then she began to trail off...
The young lad crouched down next to her with a blank stare; what was she on about? When she finally finished and began to wonder what they had been talking about, Keph was unable to hold back a sigh and slipped a hand down his face. They were doing this, were they?
He began to poke at her cheek with his finger in quite the annoying fashion, trying to see if maybe that helped her snap out of it. While the journal laid on his knees, he began writing in it with his other hand and surprisingly enough managed to write up another message without ever diverting his gaze from Jun herself.
"She isn't making any sense. Did she happen to fall and hit her head?"
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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 Nov 28, 2017 17:29:55 GMT -8
Her eyes followed the tip of his finger. A part of her was tempted to snap at him (literally bite his finger), but the young man had innocent, child-like eyes and she couldn't help play along, bobbing her head in the opposite direction he poked and then slowly bobbing it back into place. Jun the bobble-head doll eyed the journal again, somewhat lamenting the first impression she was giving him. She started speculating the boy had some sort of anxiety disorder, and the journal was an avatar for him to voice his thoughts without speaking.
She sighed. "No, she's just very tired. She got back from a difficult mission which, well it could have gone better."
She gave another heavy sigh, slapped her knees, and forced herself to stand up. Then she extended a hand out for him to shake. "Her name is Jun, Jun of the Celadine Clan but you can just call her Jun. And this is her friend, Blackbean." She pointed her opposite thumb up at the giant crow, who examined Keph with one big black beady eye at a time, as crows sometimes do. "What can she do for you?" She asked with a soft smile.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Nov 28, 2017 17:41:49 GMT -8
Keph was sort of disappointed that she didn't snap at him and instead just motioned her head in the same direction as he pushed it. She really had no energy in her, did she? Real disappointing. Keph shook his head, again sighing heavily. If it were him? He would've bit her finger clean off! Well, probably not clean off but he certainly would've bit it fairly hard. He stopped his poking - there was just no fun in it.
His hand briefly slid through his hair, ruffling it up. Her speaking would, again, cause him to sigh and shake his head. What was she doing now? He took her hand and shook it in a purely reactionary move. Yes, yes. Introductions and pleasantries were all very well and good but she already knew his name and there was something far more important to address than what he wanted...
"Why exactly is she referring to herself in the third person when just moments ago she was using the first person? Is she mocking Keph?"
Keph stared at her intently, his blank stare that lacked any amusement had quickly turned to annoyance. Did she think he was maybe slow? An idiot? A buffoon? Yes, he looked young and he could be fairly silly he knew that but he was neither a child nor an idiot! A loud huff was released towards Jun!
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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 Nov 28, 2017 18:03:06 GMT -8
She sighed and stared blankly back, then reached out a finger and poked his forehead back while grinning mischievously. "Maybe a little bit."
It was then that Jun noticed something odd about the boy (besides the obvious). She could usually sense if a person was highly proficient in magic, or if she was in the presence of a powerful, magically inclined being. At the moment, this was not the case (something she would resist the urge to say out loud). But there was a very faint something in him that she normally associated with powerful beings. What was it? It was a presence whose relationship with the natural energies of the earth was both strained and respected, a relationship with a sort of foreign ambassador, something that didn't belong-
Jun suddenly realized she had been staring at him suspiciously for a good six seconds. Oops.
"Uh, sorry, but do you happen to know someone who goes by Xel'rath, or a very powerful sorceress who goes by the nickname, Grandma?"
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Nov 28, 2017 18:12:14 GMT -8
Keph was not one to hold back and he quickly displayed this by attempting to bite on to Jun's finger! Manage it or not, it wasn't of much importance as he didn't put much force into the bite and his attention was quickly diverted away by her awkward staring and the ensuing question which was no less weird. The young lad scratched the side of his head as he went deep with thought trying to make absolutely sure that... yup... he had no clue who either of those were. Yet, her previous stare still manage to weird him out a tad.
"That is an odd question. Keph has never heard of either of those. He assumes miss Jun has a reason for such a weird question?"
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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 Nov 28, 2017 20:01:40 GMT -8
Jun had retracted her finger just in time. She smirked and thought to herself, Huh, guess we have a little in common. This was right before she stared at him suspiciously. She squinted to read the new letters. "Hmm." Her mouth squirmed. "I do. And unfortunately, that's not the last of the odd questions. Umm, how do I asked this without being rude?" She scratched her head. "Are you... or are you in any way affiliated with... something, something not from this realm? Something dark and spooky maybe? Like, maybe something that likes to eat matter out of existence or hide in shadows... Hmm, maybe a drawing would help." Jun backed up and slightly and bowed her head slightly as a little "excuse me". She raised her hand lazily to the side, which apparently triggered a crackle and a snap, along with a flash of lightning . (Blackbean did not react to this and chose this time to start preening.) Next to her on the step appeared a traveler's sack filled with scrolls of parchment paper. She sat down next to the sack, pulled out a roll and an ink and quill, and started drawing. Her artistic skills with a quill and ink were nothing to be proud of. When she was done, she held up the scroll to both Keph and the journal. "Something like this?" |
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Nov 28, 2017 20:23:08 GMT -8
While Keph failed at catching the Jun's finger it mattered not, there were bigger things afoot apparently! Keph nodded as she spoke and he would've quite gladly answered her question right then and there! If anything, he'd be happy to; after all any time anyone else wanted to talk about Rara it tended to also involve torches and pitchforks. But Jun wouldn't give Keph enough time to answer and he wouldn't even try to interrupt her as he wanted to see where this was going!
The young lad stood up, took a step back, and then crouched back down and watched her with great amusement. Oh hey, she had some writing material too! For some odd reason, this surprised Keph - he had never been much around the scholarly types so seeing any writing materials aside from the ones he kept or found in a store was rare! He bobbed his head slowly from side-to-side humming as he watched the ink slide across the parchment until... she was done! Keph rubbed his hands together...
Lets see what she had in her...
...it was...
...it was...
...it was beautiful!
Granted, it'd never beat one of his masterpieces but it was darn close! Never the less, it was horribly inaccurate... yet Keph nodded and clapped in praise of Jun's glorious artwork. He reached into his own journal tearing out a single page and placed it on the ground next to where Jun had been drawing, grabbed his bottle of ink, pulled the cork and then...
...he spilled a bit of it on the paper leaving a massive blob of blank ink corrupting the middle of the page, yet he didn't seem finished just yet; afterwards the lad used his pencil for the finishing touches, writing "Rara" in one of the still blank corners and connecting that word to the blob of ink via an arrow. When his own work was done, he grinned and gave Jun a thumbs up. Oddly enough, the lad didn't appear at all disturbed with this information.
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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 Nov 29, 2017 8:58:57 GMT -8
"Rara, eh?"
Jun could feel herself wanting to take a strong academic interest in void creatures. They seemed to come in all shapes and sizes. Xel'rath was a frightening spectral sort, and Grandma was an aristocratic, well-mannered old woman. (On a side note, Jun had always wondered if they were related, if perhaps Xel'rath was the larval stage of whatever the hell Grandma was, and if perhaps she was his mother or something. But she never dared ask.) And now there was Rara, the ink blob.
She looked over the boy again. He seemed healthy, not suffering from any ill effects of the ink-blob (minus the possible psychological ones; after all, he seemed to think her drawing was actually quite good!). Then again she wasn't a doctor, and her magical sense could only tell her so much. At the very least, she knew Rara and Keph were two separate beings. So that was progress.
She gave a tight-lipped smirk and rolled up the scroll (the ink dried almost instantly). Then her smirk broke into a grin and she handed the scroll to him. "Keepsake... So anyways, what's your relationship with Rara? Is it your friend? Enemy? Are you working with it? Do you want to remove it? Is it symbiotic? Is it a parasite? I assume that's why you've come to the Enclave, to get some kind of help with it."
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Nov 29, 2017 16:30:23 GMT -8
"Rara, eh?"
Keph nodded! While Keph wasn't truly sure if 'Rara' even had a name, it was the name Keph had elected to use to refer to it and it never gave any sign that it disliked the name he had given it (granted it never gave him a sign that it cared either), so 'Rara' was its name.
The young lad eagerly took the scroll, throwing it in his satchel. He had little doubt that such a masterpiece would be worth quite a pretty penny if he waited long enough - just look at that line work! He chuckled softly to himself, softly patting the outside of the bag. He had little time to relish in his excitement of what most would consider a fairly horrid gift as the questioning continued!
"Rara protects Keph and Keph protects Rara. Keph likes having Rara and he's fairly sure Rara likes Keph. He has no reason to end their relationship. Why would he ever want to cut contact with his best friend?" Keph cocked his head and raised an inquisitive brow while he held this new message up to Jun's face. He appeared legitimately confused by some of Jun's queries, as if she should've naturally assumed the two to have a strong, friendly bond. Granted, this could just be Keph's side of seeing things. Who knows what this 'Rara' actually wanted?
"Keph wandered to the Enclave (Keph is assuming the Enclave is where they are) on accident. The big building looked neat, so Keph decided to explore." Keph chucked a bit while shaking his head at Jun's erroneous assumption that he had come here with much of a purpose to begin with. Yet, the information that this was a place somehow related to magical studies did appear to pique his interest.
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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 Nov 29, 2017 19:39:36 GMT -8
A salacious little grin curled on Jun's face.
"I don't mean to be forward but..." Her eyes batted flirtatiously. "Would you mind giving me a demonstration of what you and Rara can do?" She put a hand on her hip and raised her opposite hand's index finger up in the air. A little flame appeared on top of it. "Maybe a duel?"
Blackbean's beak moved forward and pecked the flame out, giving Jun a face-full of neck feathers. "Ack, stop stop stop I'm not on fire this time."
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Nov 29, 2017 20:33:44 GMT -8
Keph fidgeted about as he considered the suggestion. He look clearly uncomfortable with the idea, but never the less it was clear he was thinking on it. After a few moments of moving his hands about, scratching his chin, and doing all he could to avoid eye contact he sighed deeply.
"Both Rara and Jun appear okay with it so he supposes it'd be alright. Just be a bit careful, while Keph holds the leash Rara can get very excited in the presence of magic."
He gave her a thumbs up and a produced a small grin, he was ready but hesitant before another confirmation from the eager mage.
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