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 23:12:01 GMT -8
Al Múrin let out a low hum, almost as if slightly annoyed. Without another word his presence seemed to fade, until it was entirely gone. The room lit up and everything suddenly seemed normal once more.
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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 8, 2015 11:10:55 GMT -8
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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 8, 2015 18:02:13 GMT -8
((Reverse time-skip to that point :P)) Andraste looks up from a document she's reviewing to see Vigil, and smiles gently in his direction. "Ah, yes, Vigil, good news! The enchanted bindings I requested were sent to me. I have them here," she says, standing up and walking over to a trunk beside a bookcase. She bends over to sift through the chest, continuing over her shoulder, "You know, you didn't have to leave. There was no logical reason for you to, in fact. What if you hadn't been able to return in time? Many people -- including yourself -- could've been hurt!...Ah, there it is!"
She stands back up to her full height and produces a bundle of bandages inscribed with persistently glowing cyan runes, flickering in the light as she holds them up. "I hope these will do," she says with a placid smile.
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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 8, 2015 18:07:34 GMT -8
Meanwhile, Vain looks up from what he's doing (reading a book and stroking Andraste's hair) at Vigil.
"Oh, hello Vigil. My, you're looking big. We'd better get you wrapped up before bad things happen, eh?"
When Andraste stands up, he gets up as well and follows her, standing just a couple of feet behind her.
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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 9, 2015 14:27:55 GMT -8
Vigil leers at Vain, "You are correct, Demon."
The evolving creature returned to speaking to Andraste, he looks over the bandages, "These will do-ARG!. I am sorry I left, Andraste. I just needed a couple days to vent my frustration."
Vigil would growl in pain often and blink red. "If you are ready now, begin the ritual to seal my energies so that they will be bound to my new form."
Vigil would grab some wrappings with his barely formed hands and start wrapping parts of his that were previously not visible. He now had arms and fingers covered in bandages. Once the bandages were wrapped around his invisible form, his energies would flow into the area within the bandages and form a thick color inside. Vigil moved his new fingers around and examined his new arms.
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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 Feb 3, 2016 19:18:56 GMT -8
_________________________ Vigil's transformation has already finished. Everything from here on, Vigil is an Ethereal. ________________________ Vigil waited in the Tower of Conjunction for Davous the Black, he studied some of Andraste's books while waiting for his expected guest. |
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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 Feb 5, 2016 19:43:14 GMT -8
Andraste sits in her office, having finished her initial investigation of The Black Tower. She turned up some interesting evidence of suspicious connections, but she needs more proof. She simply doesn't buy the Black Tower's rhetoric about protecting innocents, particularly since the Minister of Justice established it, and could therefore waive any charges against its members. It put the whole city in a very potentially dangerous spot. Especially since she had spied who she recognised as the leader of The Midnight Sun and the Minister of the Treasury -- another questionable combination -- within. Very, very suspicious.
All of this is in her notes, which she slides into the hidden compartment of her desk, locking it with the magical crystal that responds only to her touch. Perhaps she was getting paranoid. Or, perhaps her paranoia is entirely justified. Either way, she would not drop this easily.
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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 Feb 5, 2016 19:48:44 GMT -8
-knock knock-
"Hello Andraste." The Ethereal greets, "You've been gone quite some time."
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Feb 5, 2016 19:50:33 GMT -8
Ildesias would knock upon Andraste's door, then open and enter with nary a sound except his greeting. "Hello, Minister Andraste. I feel it's high time we had a meeting to discuss The Conjunction and your position," he told her, as he approached her desk then stopped before it. "I hear very little from you regarding your duties, so I was curious to hear from you how things are going; whether there's anything I should be notified of; what sort of things you are doing, etcetera."
He would take a seat at her desk and release a sigh. As usual, Ildesias looked a little tired.
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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 Feb 5, 2016 20:04:20 GMT -8
Andraste smiles at the familiar sound of Vigil's voice. Then, Ildesias enters, and her smile turns upon him, enigmatic and eerily placid as ever.
"Just a moment, Vigil, I'll let you in in just a moment," she says, shutting the door magically from her desk. She pulls a chair over to where Ildesias stands, positioning it behind him with her mind. It's a well-crafted and comfortable piece of furniture, made of oak and padded with sheepskin.
"Please, my Lord, have a seat. You look exhausted," she offers, though it's as he's sitting anyway, so it's mostly just a formality.
"My apologies for my lack of communication. I really must delegate that duty to someone, as I am generally ever so busy with one thing or another," responds the red sorceress, crossing her hands over her desk with an apologetic smile, "but now that you are here, I will let you know everything that has been going on. Most recently, I have been conducting an official inquiry into the magical origins of The Black Tower and its recruitment of magi, since this may negatively impact my own branch of government, and shift magical influence away from The Conjunction. I also participated in a campaign with the Brothers of the Sword recently, as a personal favour to a friend, though I was sure to remain as neutral as possible and refrain from using permanently damaging offensive magics whenever possible, helping instead to resolve disputes diplomatically. I do so hate killing people, after all."
"I am sure you saw my report on the accidental transit into Purge's realm, which inspired me to devise a new means of teleportation immune to interruptions such as his, as well as the retrieval of one of Purge's 'children', Vigil, who has become a most valued member if The Conjunction."
"Otherwise, there is nothing of note, except perhaps my most recent first vacation ever, on the urging of Vain, my...unlikely associate who is unintentionally bound to me."
Andraste smiles across the table and opens her hands palms up in a gesture of openness. "Anything else you need know, my Lord?"
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Feb 5, 2016 20:22:15 GMT -8
Ildesias placed an elbow against the arm-rest of his chair and then propped the side of his head on his hand, at which point he then turned his gaze back onto Andraste and watched her until she finished speaking. "I see. Well, it is your prerogative to investigate them if you wish it, though I should mention that we have an.. Agreement with them. They are allowed to operate for as long as they do not work against Isranian interests, or break our laws. This allows me to keep a watchful eye on them and avoid making them an enemy, while their lack of status of official government body means we are not necessarily accountable for any wrongdoing they may commit."
He slowly shook his head, his gaze turning down to Andraste's desk as though curious as to how she kept it. "You don't need to worry about them taking authority from you, however. The Conjunction is still a valuable and important part of our government and has my full endorsement. Still, if you do find anything about them that I should be aware of, do not hesitate to come to me."
Slowly, he sat up and straightened himself into a proper, formal seating position. "So then, how goes the day-to-day running of the Conjunction? Do you have any complaints, requests or comments? I'm most curious to hear of mages in training."
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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 Feb 5, 2016 20:35:41 GMT -8
"My lord, I do not question your wisdom often, you know this. However, the connections made between the one who commissioned the Tower and those in our government is very, very concerning. For instance, I have reason to believe that The Black Tower is closely affiliated with a private syndicate going by the name of 'The Midnight Sun', whose former leader now heads the Department of Justice -- also the one who commissioned the Tower -- and whose current leader is the Minister of the Treasury. As you can imagine, this leads to multiple conflicts of interest. I, for one, think it was -- and pardon my bluntness -- an incredibly foolish idea to give the owner of a private business control over any piece of the government, much less the treasury and justice departments. If you are planning anything in regards to allowing this foolishness, please, enlighten me," responds Andraste, clearly quite concerned.
"I do have one request. I am not particularly fond of the name. I feel as if something like 'The Enclave of Isranian Magi or something to that effect would sound more apt," she continues, with a lighter tone, "and would draw more new magi to us. As for training, Healer Julane has done a wonderful job of training a plethora of new healers, and my lieutenants have been training the other acolytes in the various schools of magic. Unfortunately, training by myself has to be reserved for those especially apt acolytes, as I do not have an abundance of time in any given day to allocate to such things."
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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 Feb 5, 2016 20:40:55 GMT -8
"May I come in? I have a matter to share with both of you." Vigil asked from outside the door.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Feb 5, 2016 20:59:33 GMT -8
Again, Ildesias listened, with a brow rising slightly as she called his decision foolish, along with a corner of his mouth as though he found her reaction amusing. When she finished, he replied, placing his arms back down on the rests of his chair and looking at her once more. "Have you heard of the phrase 'keep your friends close, but your enemies closer'?" He asked her, his tone equivocal. "I'm sure you have. Though even so, they are not our enemies and if I have my way, they never will be."
"Madame Naoki is an influential businesswoman, with a sharp mind for economics and other things. I consider her qualified to run the treasury, though I can assure you that any illegal or fraudulent behaviour will not be ignored. In addition, I do not remember it being illegal for ministers of this city to own their own business or private ventures. By appointing Madame Naoki to this position, I have simultaneously gained a qualified financier, an influential ally and a position from which any 'bad' behaviour can be much more easily discovered and dealt with. The Midnight Sun has many notable members and friends and thus far, they have been friends to Isra; we can keep an eye on their growing influence, but so far I see no reason to view them as enemies," the elf explained, his smile having disappeared and his face become straight.
"The Minister of Justice is a similar situation, as is The Black Tower. Please be assured, Lady Andraste, that foolishness may be an overstatement in regards to my actions."
He slowly shook his head. "Change the name? Well, I'm open to the idea, certainly. The Enclave of Isranian Magi sounds perfectly reasonable to me."
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Registered: Nov 23, 2024 11:53:10 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2016 21:36:24 GMT -8
Davous would enter, but quickly sees that people are talking. He decides to wait in the doorway until there is a break in the discussion.
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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 Feb 5, 2016 22:02:24 GMT -8
"Hello Davous. While I am waiting on them, I may as well converse with you." Vigil came over to Davous and greeted him, he'd motion for them to walk a little bit away. He didn't want to be overheard. "The woman inside that room has a demon bound to her. I want the demon gone, but I don't wish her to die as a result of severing the link. Is it possible for you to remove the binding between her and the Incubus?"
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Registered: Nov 23, 2024 11:53:10 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2016 1:09:47 GMT -8
Davous followed Vigil and listened to the situation, nodding sagely. "Well, I can do it. I can't say it'll feel good for her, at least for a short while, but in the end it'll leave everyone happy. Except the demon, that is. And maybe the girl, if she liked it, or something of that sort."
He shifted a bit, then realized he had an important question. "Ahm, yes. When would you like me to perform the unbinding?"
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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 Feb 6, 2016 9:44:25 GMT -8
"I will trust your judgment on this matter...for now. However, the sorts of creatures they harbour are more than concerning to me, as is the fact that they would appear to be expanding their influence into Gauldin, as a second branch of The Black Tower has sprung up there. I think it would be foolish not to recognise the threat this poses," responds Andraste, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms.
"They stand, right now, in a position to take over our police force, our finances, and a portion of our military. Are you seriously saying you don't see a problem with this? This is more than an unlikely alliance, Ildesias, this is a takeover."
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Feb 6, 2016 11:15:48 GMT -8
"I think that may be a little unrealistic, Andraste. Our finances, our police force and our military are our own. They are Isranian, not privately owned or controlled. Should I feel like they are abusing what belongs to this city, I will strip it from them. To remove the Minister of Justice, for example, requires me to do little more than fire her. After all, I am the Lord-Elect and I have the power to appoint my own cabinet of high rank ministers as I see fit. Still, I will take what you have said into consideration and keep a close eye on their dealings," he answered, as he slowly tapped his fingers against the arm rest.
"I still have the support of The Assembly, the military and the people. It has not been so long that they have grown tired of me."
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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 Feb 6, 2016 14:50:37 GMT -8
"My goal is to free her from his influence, she is very special to me. If she ends up resenting me over it, I will endure. My secondary goal is that I want to Kill the demon." Vigil thinks to himself for a short period. "The demon Vain may try to call for her help. It would be beneficial to attempt this when she isn't in a position to assist him."
He'd leave the next part of the conversation up to Davous the Black 's suggestion. And then bring up the matter of payment. "I will pay you for you services to whatever your fee may be. Though I am not a native to this realm, I am not without access to resources for trade."
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