Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209 
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Sept 30, 2015 15:21:00 GMT -8
Adrian casually approaches the Conjunction, sighing from his tired state but still impressed at the structure. He has removed his armor and now approaches in traditional white robes of the order. "Not bad," he says to himself, "though I'd think Konrad would not advise my entry here. But... he's not here."
Adrian approaches the entrance. "Well met, my friends," he begins "I've come to speak to Lady Andraste about the aftermath of Red's attack on the Free City. Shall you permit me entry?"
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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 Sept 30, 2015 16:48:59 GMT -8
Having arrived within her quarters minutes earlier, Andraste had discovered the satchel laying before the ladder leading up to the hatch to her quarters. She picked it up and entered, where she's found now settling down at her desk, the notes scattered over the mahogany surface as she begins at the most well-made and pristine note, unfurling the paper to read it...
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Meanwhile, the two magi garbed in black and gold robes standing at the entrance (one Varan with strong features, eyes of icy blue and hair of molten gold, towering over most in her presence, and one a woman of the desert clans, with brownish-tan skin, golden eyes, a golden serpent tattoo curling around her eyes, and a round, kindly face) greet the Brother, the Varan crossing her arms and eyeing him suspiciously as the desert woman speaks, her voice touched with just a hint of the fiery desert accent, "Good day, sir. What can we do for you?"
Her voice is calm and soothing, the perfect foil to the stoic, fair-skinned Varan, but as the knight answers, she frowns lightly. "Well, Andraste has just arrived back and may already be busy, but we will see what we may do," intones the clanswoman helpfully She beckons a nearby castle servant over, and instructs her to find Andraste. The servant dashes off to fulfil his orders =============================== Before she can even get through the first letter, the servant bursts through Andraste's hatch, informing her of the man at The Conjunction's entrance. Andraste smiles bemusedly to herself internally. It's becoming a bit of a running theme that she's interrupted every time she starts to relax. "Send him in, if you would, Greggory. Thank you," she says. The message is relayed to the black-garbed magi and they let Adrian through, pointing him toward a very, very tall looking set of spiralling steps to the right of where he stands. |
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 30, 2015 17:03:14 GMT -8
Vain, meanwhile, is sitting in an armchair in Andraste's study. He waves to the newcomer.
"Hi. Don't mind me."
He continues doing what he was doing, which involved reading a book (one of his own that Andraste bought him, not one from her collection), eating butterscotch candy, and staring at a mirror.
"Lookin' good..."
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Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Sept 30, 2015 17:15:21 GMT -8
Adrian smiles at the Varan. The Vessians and Varan are ancient neighbors and have had a cousin-like relationship for many millennia. Almost 50% of the order's knights were Varan nobles.
Seeing the steps, Adrian grins, "good thing I removed my arms and armor." He proceeds upwards to Andraste's chambers. When he enters the room he approaches her kindly and kneels. "My lady," he begins, "I am honored you have received me." He then rises and clasps his hands, resembling more of a priest than a knight. "Apologies if I've disturbed you, as I know I have, but I could not help see your distaste for myself and my order in the recent battle." Adrian laughs in a curious tone. "But I don't know what I've done to earn your ire. Have I offended you in some way, m'lady? My brothers and I have come to help the Free City, as we did in the battle, and after when we helped heal the wounded. I've come here to 'clear the air' so to speak. So that no bad blood may exist between us."
Adrian speaks with wholehearted honesty and respect. He is a noble after all.
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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 Oct 1, 2015 15:42:11 GMT -8
Andraste stands up, placing her note upon the table and affixing Adrian with a stern gaze. "Your brothers have murdered innocents in the name of your angels. You have allowed a murderous fiend among your ranks. You speak of mercy, but you deal death. Tell me, why should I trust your vaunted merits in the face of this?" asks Andraste, her voice...harder than usual, although it's still calm and level. Adrian might be a noble, but she does not believe his order is at all "noble" or "good".
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Oct 1, 2015 15:47:19 GMT -8
munch munch crunch
Vain chews quietly on his candy in the chair, peeking at the visitor over the top of his book. He isn't sure what the man is up to, but he'll be glad when he leaves.
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Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Oct 2, 2015 12:29:39 GMT -8
Adrian looked upon Andraste with shock. "Murdering innocents in the name of the angels?" Adrian was at a loss of words for a moment, but swallowed the lump of anxiety in his throat. He had never been before a woman like Andraste, especially in a conversation concerning these issues. "You're quite mistaken, ma'lady. Wickan propaganda has spread quite quickly, much faster than Konrad anticipated I see. I'd very much like to find out who spread the rumors that we killed innocents."
Adrian switched his stance, as if preparing to give a lesson, but spoke with honesty and in a friendly manner. "Do you even know why the order was founded? To protect Angelists in Eastwick, the home of the Wickans. It was the Wickans who kidnapped the Vessians and burned them to the stake before their own idols. It was the Wickans who killed the innocents and burnt our villages - not the other way around. It was in these Wickan raids that claimed lives of our Hochmeister's own kin. Konrad then rounded up his closest friends, all of whom were knights, and brought them before the Vessian Emperor and the High King of Asgeir. It was there he announced his goal: to form a knightly order whose intent was to protect Angelists, stop Wickan raids, and rescue our kidnapped kin."
"The Wickans do not have a standing army - only men and women who skirmish within the safety of their forests, before retreating back to their villages. We suffered heavy casualties, but in the end we rescued many innocent men, women, and children who had been kidnapped and enslaved by the Wickans. Unfortunately, the large majority of them were mass slaughtered as sacrifices to their gods. The knights themselves were captured at various points, and were roasted in the very armor they wore. Bodies of our kin, our brothers and sisters, hung in the forest on the paths to each village, an intimidation tactic."
"As the Wickan skirmishers retreated back to their villages, it was very hard to determine who was innocent and who was not. So we'd take them by surprise - appearing the dark of the night, rounding them up and demanding to know who the killers were. When none answered, we began executing the ones who owned bloody swords and newly-made weapons in their homes, as they were the likely perpetrators. After a few executions, the Wickans confessed, and we rightly punished them - the same way you wanted to do to Red, no? We then relocated the villagers further towards Vessia, under the watchful eye of our strongholds. They were given farmland on important trade routes, and allowed to trade with the Vessian citizens."
"One day, Andraste, I hope you have to face similar circumstances. Just imagine, every day someone new is missing. Every day, a village is burned. Every day, the remains of your loved ones are returned to you - charred like a badly roasted boar. Would you sit idly by and let this happen? I don't think so, not a powerful woman like you. You'd find the people who did such a thing, and you'd punish them, just like you was going to punish Red. The only difference between my order and everyone else's, is that we gave our enemy's family land to live on; we didn't leave them in the dust of some pointless conquest. Everywhere we've been we've built hospitals for the sick and wounded, asking for no payment in return. We've built orphanages, accepting lost children whose parents have been killed in the pointless conflicts that occur elsewhere. Because of us, you don't have to worry about all the boys and girls who's fathers were killed by the Bottle Demons and by Red. Because of us, you need not worry about the injured men and women of the Free City."
"So please tell me, good lady, what has my order done that makes them evil? What have they done to earn the ire of a high lady such as yourself?"
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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 Oct 3, 2015 17:01:46 GMT -8
"Propaganda?" asks Andraste, her eyes narrowing dangerously, her voice taking on an edge it is clearly unused to carrying, "You would insult my intellect with your words. Act as if I do not know what terrors your people have brought upon the innocents of this land? As if I am some child who does not know the realities of the world? I have watched these things occur through scrying, read reports from reliable sources on the murderous rampages carried out by your comrades. I have even conducted rituals of past-sight in the locations they were alleged to happen, and what I found was a hellscape of fear and torment."
The red sorceress moves from behind her desk and approaches the knight, getting right up into his face, her voice declining into a dangerous hiss, "When I smell a wolf posing as a sheep in our lands, I make sure to keep an eye on it. Your Varan allies murdered an entire village full of innocents in our lands for hitting their leader in the eye with a pebble. This is not how The Free City treats its citizens. Your good friend Dietrich, who lovingly calls himself 'the Sadist', has slaughtered thousands innocent Wickans for no reason but to satisfy his own bloodlust, and yet your 'Hochmeister' Konrad does nothing to stop it. Innocent women and children have died at the hands of your cruel knights. You would hide behind your vaunted achievements, your precious orphanages and hospitals. They are nothing more than a front for a band of criminals and terrorists. How many children have been made orphans by your crusade? Are those 'heathens' welcome within your orphanage walls? Any who do not fit your outdated sense of rigid morality are viable prey for your dogs; woman, child or otherwise. You may have my Lord fooled, but I will never be swayed by your honeyed words and your palatable lies. The Great Masters teach: one must look at all facets of a crystal to determine its worth, not only the prettiest, cleanest side. And your jagged side makes your words useless."
There's a fire in the sorceress' eyes that is startling to any who know her calm and passive demeanour, but she quickly hides it when she's finished with her rants. She turns back to her desk as she continues to speak. The edge in her voice has given way to her placid, soothing voice once again as she continues, "Your aura would seem to indicate your intent is pure. If you truly wish to see the light rather than wallowing in the darkness of rhetoric, ask your Hochmeister why he has done nothing to stop the sadist's killing spree. Dietrich is an attack dog that your Order can level upon the innocent who would try to hold onto their sense of dignity, their ancient heritage, instead of bowing to your oppressive ways. If your Order was truly as pure as it calls itself, it would not allow such corruption in its midst, no matter how versatile a tool he can be."
She sits back at her desk and picks the parchment back up, giving Adrian a placid smile.
"It was good to speak with you," she states, simply. It's obviously a gesture of dismissal.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Oct 3, 2015 17:06:32 GMT -8
crunch crunch
Vain watches them go nervously. He's never seen Andraste get riled up like this. Those guys must really be bad news. He lifts his book in front of his face if they look his way, avoiding their gaze.
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Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Oct 3, 2015 17:59:36 GMT -8
(OOC: Ildesias retconned the Angry Peasants event, and said to assume those were raging bandits, not peasants, so I'll just pretend Andraste didn't mention that. Also, unless it is Andraste's personal opinions on the order, there's really no event that suggests the Order ever killed innocents; the only people Dietrich gets to kill are criminals and anyone who deserves the death penalty, and of course the belligerents Konrad sends him after.)
Adrian shook his head, ignoring any signs of dismissal, and replied. "Please, show me these reports," Adrian requested pleadingly. "And Dietrich is no 'good friend'. As a matter of fact, not many in our order even like the OrdenMarschall. He's a rabid dog Konrad keeps chained up until he needs to utilize his invaluable skills. It is far better to keep a Sadist under control than to let him roam free. Should something need doing that the other knights do not like to do, or should a dangerous task be carried out, Dietrich is sent in because he gets the job done, and he gets it done right. Many times has Dietrich halted ravaging warbands who would rape our women and pillage our own villages. He is the Hochmeister's personal executioner and is kept away from the goings-on of the order, executing rapists and murderers behind the front line."
Adrian never once lost his tone, maintaining the friendly composition he began with. "Terrorists? Criminals? I am appalled, my lady. Please, if someone in our order has committed an atrocity against Medan, the Phoenix State, Aaedan, Asgeir, or the Free City - let me know immediately, as I should report it to the Hochmeister. Our knights are noble men who hail from Asgeir and Vessia, who have their own families, and were brought up in fine academies and institutions. As for the Wickan children, I've already told you they were relocated to safer areas; we didn't leave them in the dust of a pointless conquest."
Adrian holds his hands together as if he was about to pray. "If my company infuriates you, Lady Andraste, then I shall take my leave. But you should know that someone, or something, has been feeding you lies." Adrian did not speak in an accusatory or demeaning way, but in a concerned and honest tone. He was not yet ready to leave, and wished to remain until he convinced Andraste the true purpose of the order.
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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 Oct 3, 2015 22:14:28 GMT -8
"A rabid dog that should have been put down long ago if your Order was anything like the puritan organisation it makes itself out to be. There is no excuse for his actions. Your forced conversions on threat of death, your forced relocation of unwilling peoples, your torture and execution of prisoners of war...all perpetuated by this Dietrich, perhaps, but also all turned a blind eye to by the rest of your order, and you should be ashamed. If you truly wish someone to be more receptive to your ideals, visit Healer Julane in the Healers' quarters. She is more open to all of that 'Angelism' nonsense," responds Andraste with a calm tone, before picking the parchment she was studying previously back up.
"Talk to me again when you wish the scales to fall from your eyes. For now, this conversation is finished. I have much work to do. Good day," she continues. Her voice is strangely friendly, although it has a bit of a cold edge to it that gently makes it known that if Adrian stays any longer he'll be overstaying his welcome, punctuated by the dropping of the woman's eyes to the note. She puts Angelism and the Brothers out of her mind for now, instead focusing on her study of the crystal's former owner as she studies each smudged yet oddly well-drawn picture carefully.
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Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Oct 3, 2015 22:29:44 GMT -8
Adrian keeps calm and displays no signs of distress, but is fairly appalled at Andraste's stubbornness. After a moment of silence, Adrian decides it is time to leave. The accusation of forceful conversion and forceful relocation was unfounded, and Dietrich had not committed any actual war crimes. "I hope whatever veil hinders your vision removes itself, my lady, for it is blinding you to the truth. I shall take my leave, then, and pray that your ailment is extinguished."
With that, Adrian gives a courteous bow and leaves the Conjunction, disappointed at his failure to convince Andraste otherwise.
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Al Múrin
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Physical Description: The character itself is merely a shadow in the mortal realm, a manifestation struggling to stay alive, fighting tooth and nail to appear human.
Registered: Sept 21, 2015 12:23:15 GMT -8
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Post by Al Múrin on Oct 4, 2015 8:34:53 GMT -8
The wind howled outside Andraste's quarters, warning that something was amiss. Andraste would feel something close in, something familiar. As the presence grew stronger Andraste would probably recognize it as the same presence that had visited her outside The Saucy Maid Tavern. Any candles or lights lit in her room would flicker and dim considerably. There was no mistake, someone had come to visit Andraste. A gentle voice suddenly spoke, resonating less so than the first time Andraste had heard it.
"I see you've familiarized yourself with the contents of the satchel".
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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 Oct 4, 2015 9:27:33 GMT -8
"Indeed I have, Al Murin," responds Andraste calmly. She doesn't so much as look up from the parchment at the voice, though she does light a fire in her hand to allow her to better read the last words of the journal entry she reads. Finally, she puts the notes down and rubs her eyes, before looking back up.
"So...an ancient king who waged war against his allies using abominations," says Andraste, a bemused smile touching her lips.
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Al Múrin
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Physical Description: The character itself is merely a shadow in the mortal realm, a manifestation struggling to stay alive, fighting tooth and nail to appear human.
Registered: Sept 21, 2015 12:23:15 GMT -8
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Post by Al Múrin on Oct 4, 2015 9:34:45 GMT -8
As Andraste finished her sentence, a weak chuckle could be heard throughout the chamber. Al Múrin was clearly amused that she was amused. "I've done my fair share...Yes. I am however not interested in my past, I am interested in the present". There was a silence, Al Múrin was clearly feeling Andraste out on the matter, not entirely sure what her verdict would be.
"So what say you?" He whispered. It was strange, there was character to his voice. One could almost imagine what he had looked like as a person.
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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 Oct 4, 2015 20:07:10 GMT -8
"I will restore your crystal. However, I will need to think of the terms of your return. I will not be the one to unleash another great evil on this world," responds Andraste, giving one of her signature eerily out of place placid smiles as she pulls the crystal from the secret compartment beneath the desk. Even as she simply holds it, she can feel its pull for more power. It wants to be restored.
"Before I continue, I must ask: what is this crystal, exactly? What is its use? It is no mere channelling crystal...it would seem to almost have a will of its own..." continues the red sorceress as she rolls the crystal about in her hand, looking into its impenetrable dark depths. The shadows within shift ever so slightly as the light refracts off the surface, as if the murky darkness is writhing about inside the crystal, itching to break out.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Oct 4, 2015 20:43:17 GMT -8
Vain shivers, crunching nervously on his candy. Andraste sure has been keeping odd company as of late...
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Al Múrin
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Physical Description: The character itself is merely a shadow in the mortal realm, a manifestation struggling to stay alive, fighting tooth and nail to appear human.
Registered: Sept 21, 2015 12:23:15 GMT -8
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Post by Al Múrin on Oct 5, 2015 7:10:38 GMT -8
"The crystal was one of three, its owner was an elf wizard that sought to use it for good" The voice murmured. He paused for a little while, taken by the presence of the crystal. "It was one of three crystals that defeated me. The elves were not powerful enough themselves to face me, so they utilized their greatest weapon. I am not sure of the crystals origin or its nature, but it is independent, volatile and dangerous".
There was another long silence, Al Múrin waited for a while as Andraste turned the crystal in her hands. "When will you be ready?" He could not hide the slight excitement in his voice.
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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 Oct 5, 2015 13:25:45 GMT -8
"One of the terms of our arrangement was patience, remember? It will take a long time to power a crystal this hungry for mana. You should stay in the tower and research the world as it has changed in the meantime. I am sure some of what has transpired since your demise would surprise you. I give you full access to my archives, if you so choose to partake," responds Andraste as she slides the crystal back into its secret compartment with a click and standing.
"Now, if you would excuse me, I have a meeting of the utmost importance I need to attend," she continues, standing up and walking toward the room's hatch.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Oct 5, 2015 13:37:43 GMT -8
"Huh? A meeting? You didn't mention this! Wait!"
Vain runs after her, grabbing a handful of butterscotch candies from the bowl and pocketing his book.
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