The Shadowlands
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Post by The Shadowlands on Jan 12, 2019 9:23:57 GMT -8
The Shadowlands… that cursed land is all that remains of a great kingdom, before it was destroyed by its own overuse of magic. To those who read this, and think they can find riches and magical artifacts among the ruins - I must warn you that many have ventured forth with similar goals, though none have returned.
Excerpt from A Tragedy in Black, by Trophonous the Wise. *** A sea of black grass stretches as far as the eye can see. It is deathly quiet, and void of life. The only reprieve from the silence is the blowing of a chilly wind that stirs the black grasses, or the occasional sounds of distant thunder. Upon these dark plains, the sun never shines, blotted out by dark clouds above. A somber light emanating from within the clouds that shifts from blue to violet depending on the time is the only source of illumination across the dark fields.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Feb 14, 2019 19:06:43 GMT -8
A thin line of light appears, a stark contrast to the dark plains that stretch as far as the eye can see. The thin line slowly widens, revealing something more than just a bright light. Rows of soldiers clad in Isran armor. There is a brief moment of stillness as the portal expands to its full size, wide enough for eight soldiers to stand abreast of each other. Collectively letting out a breath they perhaps hadn’t known they’d been holding, the first eight soldiers began marching forward.
The first to exit the portal was a combination of swordsman and spearmen, alternating each row of eight. Following them came the archers which were then followed by the mages. And a great many mages it was. In almost all conventional armies, mages were outnumbered by their non-magical brethren many times over, but that was not the case here. There were one hundred swordsman, one hundred spearmen, fifty hundred archers, and one hundred and fifty mages.
Finally, a handful of members for the exploration corps along with Grandma herself were the last to exit the portal. As was according to their plan, the soldiers were already beginning to set up a temporary camp here, setting up their tents and preparing fire pits. Bringing in the soldiers without first exploring the area personally was a bit of a gamble, but Grandma had a feeling a larger group such as this would cause this land to reveal its secrets in a much more timely manner than it would if she simply poked around on her own.
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The Shadowlands
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Post by The Shadowlands on Feb 23, 2019 11:50:31 GMT -8
As the group teleported in, they would find themselves in the midst of the expansive black grasses. It was eerily quiet, save for the occasional chilly gust of wind, or distant thunder booming from the dark clouds above. It was impossible to tell whether it was night or day, as all sunlight was blotted out by the clouds and replaced with their own magical glow. They would be undisturbed while setting up their camp, though many of the men, especially those of weaker mind, would begin to feel an unshakeable feeling of dread.
A bit of time after the camp was set up, the chilly winds would pick up a bit, and the smell of rotting flesh wafted into the camp on them.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on May 3, 2019 20:06:09 GMT -8
There was obvious unrest among the company of Isran's, the soldiers especially. At least the mages had been trained in dealings with the supernatural, but such wasn’t the case for most of the soldiers. It was quite apparent to them that this place wasn’t normal by any measure. The mere method of their arrival had already tipped most of them off to that fact. Nonetheless, they continued setting up camp, stiffly going through the motions in spite of the many misgivings they were beginning to have.
Perhaps as just a few of them were finally beginning to grow used to their new environment, the smell of rotting flesh wafted its way into the camp. More than a few of the soldiers lost their lunch, while others with a bit stronger stomachs simply grimaced at the stench and carried on with their duties.
Grandma stood a few hundred feet away from the camp that was currently being set up, flanked on either side by a pair of mages and four guards from the Inquisition. Using this many Isran soldiers as a bait of sorts was a rather loathsome thing to do, but what the more morally scrupulous in Isra didn’t know couldn’t hurt them. That was more than she could say for the soldiers she had brought. While she had no intention of leaving them to the devices of this godforsaken land without offering a helping hand this was a mission that was likely to require a few necessary sacrifices.
Wrapping her robe more tightly around herself in response to the uncomfortable chill of the wind, Grandma began slowly shuffling her way towards the camp.
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