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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Jun 13, 2020 19:24:37 GMT -8
From beyond the wall that separated the city proper from the castle grounds, a number of worrying noises could be heard by every soul that inhabited the streets, and they were deafeningly loud the closer one got to the walls. The first was what sounded like a cacophonous, multi-tonal roar, as of many voices of different pitch and resonance crying out simultaneously. It was soon overtaken by something that could only be described as a great rushing of air, which soon manifested in powerful winds sweeping across the island and toward the visible spires of the castle. Suddenly, it all ceased, and a nearly ominous stillness fell across the floating land for several seemingly infinite heartbeats. Without warning, a great beam of blindingly brilliant golden-white light shot upward from the castle, obliterating it. The unholy roar sounded again, and the wind which had been drawn toward the castle now came pouring out from it. Winged beasts began to pour over the walls of the castle grounds on the tide of this wind -- the ferocious winged lions, the sokeli; the graceful winged deer, the nimuar; and the valiant giant eagles, the zanora, both with riders and without. The Esdarans were amazed to see all three species of creature descending into the city streets, landing wherever they were able to find room for their bodies and ignoring each other. The reason why soon became apparent when a figure in resplendent blue and silver armor wheeled overhead, calling out in a booming masculine voice. "Esdara is no more! The Palace is gone and the island is beginning to crumble! Mount up and flee to safety, people of Esdar!"No sooner had the words left the mouth of the leader of the Zanora Riders than it became painfully obvious he was speaking the truth. The ground beneath their feet began to tremble, and from the direction of the palace, any watchful eye would see what appeared to be a thick mist rising, accompanied by a sound like sand in a giant hourglass. It was true -- Esdara was disintegrating. Screams erupted as people began to flee, hurrying toward lion, deer, and eagle alike, intent on leaving their home while they still could. (Note: All PCs have one turn to post leaving the island before its destruction. Any Esdaran characters may post their character evacuating if they so choose. All Esdaran PCs will be assumed living unless otherwise stated.) Hansel von Dietzhoff Alaric Marcellius Gabriel Taurtoya Feanor Vala Fenrir Skargard Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael Thaelyn Mortris |
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127 
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Jun 13, 2020 19:29:31 GMT -8
Dasyra was one of those who descended to help her countrymen flee to safety on the ground below. Despite her distress at the death of her homeland, she looked calm and collected as she helped a mother and her two young children climb onto the back of her zanora, although her gaze did cast around for those she'd fought with. It pained her, to know all this valor and bloodshed had been for naught. Esdara was dying, just as surely as the Cult of Xoilun had intended. Once she had them on the eagle's back, they took to the sky, wheeling once before shooting off toward safety in the land below. A refugee camp would be established in the Shaded Valley by the riders, she was sure, and it was there she would go.
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Thaelyn Mortris
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 310
Age: 22
Physical Description: At 5'7", Thaelyn is just above average height for a woman, with a slender build that makes her just shy of willowy. Slight curves and a womanly shape keep her from looking boyish, if only barely. She has long red hair that falls to her knees, and rich crimson eyes that are usually filled with curiosity, set in a face with delicate features.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Thaelyn wears a set of white and blood red armor which is inscribed inside with a complex series of magical runes. This provides her armor with a strength that belies its lightness, as well as serving as a sort of magical buffer that wards off most spells. She also carries a spear, or perhaps it's a staff - she seems to use it as a combination of both, using it both to fight and to channel her own magical abilities.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 12:11:27 GMT -8
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Post by Thaelyn Mortris on Jun 13, 2020 19:36:32 GMT -8
Suffice to say, Thaelyn was rather flummoxed by this turn of events. They'd come all this way, done all this fighting, and for what? To fail anyway? She felt a brief surge of anger and frustration, but then resolve took over. They might not have an enemy to fight anymore, but there were still people to save. And if she could give her life in the process, all the better.
Ripping off one of her gauntlets and thrusting it into her satchel, she rushed to a nearby square and cut a deep gash into her forearm on the blade of her spear. Blood immediately welled up and began to spill down onto her hand, which she slapped to the stone, swiftly inscribing as large a translocation circle as she could. Moving to one edge, she activated it, the lines of crimson bursting alight with magic, as she called out to anyone within earshot.
"Quickly! Into the circle! It will send you to the Valley below!"
And there she intended to remain until the island itself disappeared beneath her. This... It was a good death, she told herself.
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132 
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Jun 17, 2020 14:19:39 GMT -8
The mages accompanying the elves of Mithlonde began to open their portals as well, allowing their forces safe exit, as well as any Esdarans who could make it through. Feanor would be one of the last ones through, looking upon the ruins of the once great city with no small hint of sorrow.
"Such a waste." He muttered sadly, stepping through the portal as it closed behind him.
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Gabriel Taurtoya
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 24
Physical Description: Standing just under six even, lean and lithe, with feathery chestnut hair that is often quite messy. His brown eyes could be described as soulful, his features slightly cherubic and youthful as he is unable to grow a beard. Something that bothers him a fair bit.
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Clothes and Equipment: A leather jerkin for protection, his father's rapier, and traveling supplies.
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Registered: Jan 12, 2018 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Gabriel Taurtoya on Jun 19, 2020 17:56:03 GMT -8
"Meurta." Gabe says as everything starts to fall apart around them. Thaelyn, fortunately, seemed to have a plan but he saw the look on her face. He knew that look, he had seen it many times before. The young man waits for the others to pass through the circle waving them on one after the other as the whole world shakes and then he looks over at the woman who wasn't looking at him but rather at the oncoming death. So he tackles her straight into the teleporation circle, blindside, without any hesitation.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Jun 23, 2020 18:42:18 GMT -8
Despite the efforts of the flying creatures and the magic users, not everyone could be saved. The deterioration of the city would gradually spread to encompass the rest of the island, tiny dust-like particles of earth, stone, flora, fauna, and human flesh alike spiraling up into the sky and disappearing. As the island vanished, two brilliant spots of light could be seen hovering where the Palace had once been, before they descended into the Shaded Valley below, lost in the lush vegetation far from the main settlement of the Valley. With one last gust of wind, Esdara was no more. The End of Esdara |
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