Arridia
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Post by Arridia on Jun 1, 2019 20:40:48 GMT -8
From a distance, one would already marvel in the sheer size and complexity of Miraji. The intricate wall that encloses the city is what all travelers must pass through when entering the city by foot. The wall itself is constantly manned by Arridi soldiers who watch the desert's horizon with unblinking eyes. From above, one would see roads and alleys placed almost randomly throughout the hundreds of food carts, cafés and otherwise sprawling bazaars. Each street corner offers a plethora of culinary choices, yet always overpowered by tart smell of Kafay; a staple of Arridi culture. Each building's floorpan and layout is unique, be it the fountain in the entryway or the spices and tangy fruits drying on the rooftops. An intricate port runs along the edge of Miraji that faces towards the Lienid Isles and the open ocean. This area is constantly patrolled by Lienid warships, as the abundance of merchants provide easy targets for foreign pirates. Yet standing proudly above the flourishing city is the towering keep, draped in the colors of Arridia. This is the building from which the government is based, and to this end home to the Wakir and his two advisors.
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Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on Jun 1, 2019 20:43:17 GMT -8
After many continuous days of travel through the monotonous shapes of sand dunes, the creative and random skyline of Miraji would come as a relief to the travels within the caravan as the city was sighted on the the horizon. The Arridi continued towards the city without pause, leaving the travelers behind them no time to marvel at the settlement.
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Audric VIII
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Hurrah!
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 24
Physical Description: Of somewhat above average build and height, Audric doesn't have particularly memorable traits. He in general is described as cavalier in appearance, with light eyes and particularly dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Audric carries upon him a full set of sanctified plate and chainmail along with a helmet as protection, though he doesn't wear leather underneath with just wrapping instead. He is armed with a bland looking and somewhat short longsword bearing only the mark of his family and of it's blessing along with a knuckled dagger of the same make. His shield is something between a hearer and kite shield, and while carrying the Order's black cross one can see it is painted over the shape of Audric's family crest, an armoured Knight on a pegasus. He has hidden about his person a hand-crossbow that takes massive strength to wind up, allowing it to pack the punch of a big crossbow in a little frame. From it, he shoots an array of either stakes, silver bolts, or simple sanctified ones, potentially poisoned. Finally, arguably his greatest armament is a book of prayers, in which he has hidden coin and... utilities. Other than that he carries little on his travels about his person, preferring to live off the land or bring things on his horse, a quite massive black charger that tows carts alone.
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Post by Audric VIII on Jun 9, 2019 16:52:01 GMT -8
The Knight rode along with the column of foreigners, turning his head this way and that as he examined Miraji. "Nice place." he stated quite simply, whistling a cheerful tune under his breath. The arrival here was quite uneventful for better or worse, and now Audric wondered what was next. "Where do you plan to go next m'lady?" the man queried, deciding to ask the still stranger to him what her plan was. "I wonder if one would have to wait for a caravan to properly get elsewhere in the overworld."
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Kargth
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Knight of a time long past,confused of who and what he is he travels the lands seeking for answers.
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: 7ft tall and built like an ox nothing can be seen under his armor.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing armor made of darkest metal and wielding a blazing sword Kargth is a sight to behold. His armor is etched with script with a language he does not understand. His sword blazing with magic he can not conceive of. The armor he wears is as much a mystery to himself as it is to others.
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Post by Kargth on Jun 12, 2019 23:30:38 GMT -8
The small convoy were happy to be out of the unending sun. The cool sea breeze washing over their faces was like delving into a cold shower. One they all sorely were wishing for. Spurred on by this possibility. They party moved onwards at a breakneck speed.
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Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
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Post by Arridia on Dec 2, 2019 10:16:26 GMT -8
Every rising dune which the native Arridi and their foreign companions rode across gave clarity to the hazy image of a city on the horizon. With clarity came sight upon the intricate details that made up Miraji. The desert sands and heat seem to stop at the feet of an intricate wall composed of what seemed sandstone. Years of wear and sand had all but blemished the ancient carvings which stood as a reminder to Arridia's past. Upon this barricade stood motionless figures, dressed in much the same manner as the Arridi leading the caravan. One wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between them and a common statue, if not for the occasional movement to adjust the position of a gleaming spear each soldier held at their side. Under the careful gaze of the Arrdi gatekeepers, a large pair of wooden gates creaked open. Behind them, a further portcullis was heaved upward and the Arrdi would lead the caravan of travelers into Miraji. Instantly the foreigners would be hit by the tart smell of Kafay and the overwhelming scent of countless spices. A flood of people forgoing their daily business enveloped the convoy, though the Arrdi in front did their best to keep the group together. The people all carried the same striking blue eyes and were dressed in flowing robes which, on the occasional person, protected their face against the raging desert winds. A short time after entering the sprawling complex of buildings, Kargth and his convoy would split off with two of the Arridi natives to pursue other activities within Miraji. This left Lady Cassandra Winter and Audric VIII alone with a single Arridi guide, who turned to the pair and declared; "Our journey is hereby finished. The city is yours to explore, however, the Wakir has extended his wishes to meet you both in the citadel." The Arridi's azure eyes swiveled between the two travelers with an inquisitive gaze.
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Lady Cassandra Winter
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Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on Dec 10, 2019 17:46:45 GMT -8
"The Wakir, he is your leader?" Lady Cassandra inquired, the answer being yes from context but she wanted to make sure before meeting him.
"Regardless, we would be happy to meet with him, but his level of importance will, of course, dictate the speed at which we go there. It would be improper to keep a high-ranking individual waiting." She said in her most diplomatic tone.
The city before her felt alive and vibrant in a way that the Winterlands never had. It was so vibrant, and not just visually, but every sense she possessed was alive with the city, and she loved it.
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Audric VIII
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Hurrah!
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 24
Physical Description: Of somewhat above average build and height, Audric doesn't have particularly memorable traits. He in general is described as cavalier in appearance, with light eyes and particularly dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Audric carries upon him a full set of sanctified plate and chainmail along with a helmet as protection, though he doesn't wear leather underneath with just wrapping instead. He is armed with a bland looking and somewhat short longsword bearing only the mark of his family and of it's blessing along with a knuckled dagger of the same make. His shield is something between a hearer and kite shield, and while carrying the Order's black cross one can see it is painted over the shape of Audric's family crest, an armoured Knight on a pegasus. He has hidden about his person a hand-crossbow that takes massive strength to wind up, allowing it to pack the punch of a big crossbow in a little frame. From it, he shoots an array of either stakes, silver bolts, or simple sanctified ones, potentially poisoned. Finally, arguably his greatest armament is a book of prayers, in which he has hidden coin and... utilities. Other than that he carries little on his travels about his person, preferring to live off the land or bring things on his horse, a quite massive black charger that tows carts alone.
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Post by Audric VIII on Dec 14, 2019 18:35:34 GMT -8
It was certainly an interesting place that Audric and his impromptu companion got themselves into. To think, recently these people could have just as easily tried to give the pair a good poke with spear and blade it them. The Arridian warriors certainly were quite disciplined and he imagined it would be a long and harsh fight, even if he reckoned that by virtue of his plate and the powers of the Lady they could have won.
The place was also fairly well developed given it was in a desert. Most desert civilizations rarely made it a few steps beyond a nomadic life and a few steps further if they were coastal, but the Arridi seemed to have found prosperity in spite of their harsh conditions which was certainly admirable. "Thank you for your time!" Audric remarked to the guide, giving a quick bow from his mounted position. "But I must concur with the Lady, exactly who is the Wakir?"
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Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
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Post by Arridia on Jan 24, 2020 20:02:35 GMT -8
The Arridi gave a curt inclination in reply to Lady Cassandra's question and trained his azure eyes on Audric. "Alongside two Arridi, namely Aseikhs, or what you may call advisors, the Wakir guides the lands Arridia holds as its own." The man gestured for the two to follow as he wound his way through the vibrant landscape that was Miraji.
"You see, Arridia has always been opposed to approaching anybody outside of our lands." He began to explain to the group. "But under the new Wakir, Seley el'then's rule, Arridia has begun to open up to the world. You are among the first outsides to step foot in this city for centuries." They continued through the extensive settlement, and it was apparent the group was heading towards the large citadel that loomed on the horizon.
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Lady Cassandra Winter
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Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on Jan 28, 2020 18:35:55 GMT -8
"A man of such importance should not be kept waiting," Lady Cassandra stated gracefully. "What is the extent of the lands of Arridia?" She inquired, following the Arridi man.
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Audric VIII
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Hurrah!
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 24
Physical Description: Of somewhat above average build and height, Audric doesn't have particularly memorable traits. He in general is described as cavalier in appearance, with light eyes and particularly dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Audric carries upon him a full set of sanctified plate and chainmail along with a helmet as protection, though he doesn't wear leather underneath with just wrapping instead. He is armed with a bland looking and somewhat short longsword bearing only the mark of his family and of it's blessing along with a knuckled dagger of the same make. His shield is something between a hearer and kite shield, and while carrying the Order's black cross one can see it is painted over the shape of Audric's family crest, an armoured Knight on a pegasus. He has hidden about his person a hand-crossbow that takes massive strength to wind up, allowing it to pack the punch of a big crossbow in a little frame. From it, he shoots an array of either stakes, silver bolts, or simple sanctified ones, potentially poisoned. Finally, arguably his greatest armament is a book of prayers, in which he has hidden coin and... utilities. Other than that he carries little on his travels about his person, preferring to live off the land or bring things on his horse, a quite massive black charger that tows carts alone.
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Post by Audric VIII on Jan 30, 2020 12:07:45 GMT -8
"Interesting!" Audric said in reply to the explanation of what the Wakir was. "But I take it his choice is always final on any and all matters? Also, how does a Wakir get selected after the end of a previous one's service?" It was a standard question of both personal and practical interest.
At the mention that the two were the first to enter the land in much time, Audric raised an eyebrow from within the depths of his helmet. "Oh? What happened to those that wandered in...?" the Paladin queried, fearing he already knew the answer.
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Arridia
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Post by Arridia on Feb 6, 2020 10:28:55 GMT -8
"Where the desert stops and the outside world begins, is what we hold as the edge of our control.” The man glanced at Cassandra before gesturing out towards the bustling port which clung to the fringes of the Miraji coast, just barely visible through the crowd of Arridi. “Off the coast, the Arridi land continues, reaching out to the Lienid isles.”
The Arridi shifted his azure gaze to meet Audric’s. “The Wakir does hold the final say in most matters, though puts heavy weight onto the words of his advisors. If a Wakir is to fall and another should take his place, a series of trials is arranged for anyone who should want to become the next Wakir. The exact details of the trials, not many are sure of.”
The Arridi took a sharp turn down a cramped alley and emerged, with the foreigners in tow, onto a much larger roadway. Here the city seemed more organized, the people moving with more purpose, generally flocking towards the massive citadel that loomed in the distance, yet closer now. The Arridi’s face remained stony and emotionless as he withered the mood the spectacle in front of the group had presented. “Foreigners were killed or imprisoned upon setting foot on Arridi land, an unfortunate past in Arridi history.”
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Lady Cassandra Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on Feb 6, 2020 12:12:47 GMT -8
"Well we are grateful that the policy has changed." Cassandra said, a touch of mirth playing about her words.
"The Wakir...he will be understanding of our appearance? Normally I would not meet with someone so important in such a dishevelled state, and I have lost any alternatives thanks to those bandits." She stated, genuinely concerned as to the impression her appearance would give off.
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Audric VIII
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Hurrah!
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 24
Physical Description: Of somewhat above average build and height, Audric doesn't have particularly memorable traits. He in general is described as cavalier in appearance, with light eyes and particularly dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Audric carries upon him a full set of sanctified plate and chainmail along with a helmet as protection, though he doesn't wear leather underneath with just wrapping instead. He is armed with a bland looking and somewhat short longsword bearing only the mark of his family and of it's blessing along with a knuckled dagger of the same make. His shield is something between a hearer and kite shield, and while carrying the Order's black cross one can see it is painted over the shape of Audric's family crest, an armoured Knight on a pegasus. He has hidden about his person a hand-crossbow that takes massive strength to wind up, allowing it to pack the punch of a big crossbow in a little frame. From it, he shoots an array of either stakes, silver bolts, or simple sanctified ones, potentially poisoned. Finally, arguably his greatest armament is a book of prayers, in which he has hidden coin and... utilities. Other than that he carries little on his travels about his person, preferring to live off the land or bring things on his horse, a quite massive black charger that tows carts alone.
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Post by Audric VIII on Feb 6, 2020 16:28:07 GMT -8
"What of the areas grey?" Audric asked. "Where sand an grass are interspersed, where it is not quite desert yet not quite the inverse of it. What when people build aqueducts, and turn desert to grassland?" Audric didn't really care for the response regarding the nature of the Wakir, but what else could he expect from a bunch of buggers self aggrandizing of their secrecy. Oh well!
As they seemed to close in on where they would finally meet this Wakir, the Paladin gave a short chuckle as the Arridi mentioned the murder of any people that entered their lands. "So, after killing outsiders, you expect a warm welcome by the international community? Have you considered perhaps some might first many well demand reparations for what was done? Demands of reparations backed up by threat of sanction, or even force?" The question was in fact not accusative in any way, but merely a curiosity. It was raised cheerfully seemingly without the consideration that if the Arridi thought about the raised point very long, the duo of outsiders would find the same fate as the other people entering the land of the Arridi without approval.
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Arridia
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Post by Arridia on Feb 7, 2020 8:12:13 GMT -8
"Your clothing is of no importance to the Wakir, simply your presence in this city is historical." A hint of a smile played at the Arridi's lips as he gestured to the unusual stares and gazes the pair of foreigners received from the many Arrdi who walked through the streets. "However, I do imagine the Wakir will be curios of these bandits you speak of."
"Those are questions for another time and for other pair ears." The Arridi spoke cooly in response, letting his gaze lock with Audric's own for a moment before turning away. "Perhaps you can raise this with Wakir, I'm sure you will discover the answer to these questions in due time."
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Audric VIII
Established
Hurrah!
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 24
Physical Description: Of somewhat above average build and height, Audric doesn't have particularly memorable traits. He in general is described as cavalier in appearance, with light eyes and particularly dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Audric carries upon him a full set of sanctified plate and chainmail along with a helmet as protection, though he doesn't wear leather underneath with just wrapping instead. He is armed with a bland looking and somewhat short longsword bearing only the mark of his family and of it's blessing along with a knuckled dagger of the same make. His shield is something between a hearer and kite shield, and while carrying the Order's black cross one can see it is painted over the shape of Audric's family crest, an armoured Knight on a pegasus. He has hidden about his person a hand-crossbow that takes massive strength to wind up, allowing it to pack the punch of a big crossbow in a little frame. From it, he shoots an array of either stakes, silver bolts, or simple sanctified ones, potentially poisoned. Finally, arguably his greatest armament is a book of prayers, in which he has hidden coin and... utilities. Other than that he carries little on his travels about his person, preferring to live off the land or bring things on his horse, a quite massive black charger that tows carts alone.
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Post by Audric VIII on Feb 8, 2020 12:21:15 GMT -8
Audric couldn't help but chuckle at Cassandra's preoccupation with appearances and formality, but it seemed that the Arridi already addressed her concern. The escorts dismissed Audric's concerns, and while his eyes weren't visible in the depths of his helmet's darkness he seemed to return the stare he received. "I'm sure I will, and that likewise he'll be glad to take it into consideration." He was impervious to the looks from the locals, almost as if ignoring them.
"Well, I'm looking forward to seeing the fellow!"
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Lady Cassandra Winter
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Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on Feb 10, 2020 18:48:36 GMT -8
"I assure you that the bandits have been...dealt with appropriately." She said, trying not to picture the vivid image of their incineration. Bastards, they deserved every bit of what they got.
"The important thing now, Sir Audric, is that they are open to receiving guests now. No nation looks rosy through a historical lens," was her attempt at being diplomatic, "Look at the people, they do not seem stare with hostility, but curiosity."
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Arridia
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Post by Arridia on Feb 11, 2020 9:20:24 GMT -8
The Arridi offered no response toward Audric and only curt nod to affirm Cassandra's suspicions. At the leisurely pace, the group was setting, the Arridi and his companions would soon find themselves at the base of the massive citadel that rose impossibly high, it many glistening towers just barely meeting the skies.
And from its countless walkways and parapets bled the colors of Arridi, spilling in a mess of red and gold down the sheer faces of the large building. The colossal keep was constructed of a material the pair of foreigners could not quite recognize. The texture and color were much akin to sandstone, yet upon touch, it was apparent that the matter was something of another nature.
Contrary to what one would assume to be the entryway into the impressive structure, a large seemingly metal slab was the only form of an entrance which the pair could see. Upon closer inspection, one might notice that the slab presented no crease or evidence of an opening.
The Arridi paused for a moment, giving no hint as to how the group would enter the large keep, instead, leaving it to the foreigners' imagination. Soon afterward a large rumbling began, and before the eyes of the two travelers, the large slab slowly began to sink into the desert sands. At first, one would have thought it was their imagination working tricks on their mind, yet soon afterward, it was apparent that the decent of the slab had presented an opening into the keep, in which the Arridi entered.
The next moments would be a blur of hurriedly walking through a maze of empty corridors and bustling halls. Each room was different than the last. Though Audric and Cassandra would have no time to marvel at each sight as the Arridi briskly disappeared into the next corridor, motioning for the pair to follow. Eventually, the group would reach a large oaken door, which the Arridi opened to reveal a large apartment.
Surprisingly, as the foreigners entered the space, a cool wave of fresh air would spill over the pair. It was a refreshing sensation after countless hours in the scorching desert sun. The room itself was modest, filled with a small round table, at which sat three wooden chairs. Glancing upwards, one would notice a slight curve to the ceiling, periodically supported by wooden rafters. Beams of light filtered through from the small windows which periodically interrupted the walls. Along the back wall lay another table though upon this piece of furniture lay a countless number of exotic fruits and a large glass pitcher filled with a clear liquid that resembled water. Clearly the liquid was chilled as condensation on the pitcher was apparent. Beside it stood a pair of crystal glasses, both already filled with the refreshing beverage, along with two wooden platters clearly for the foreign fruits.
The Arridi finally spoke, "The Wakir will be with you in a moment, in the meanwhile, please take whatever you need." The man grinned at the pair of foreigners and continued. "I do hope our paths cross again, to has been pleasant." Before turning around and exiting the room, the man touched his right hand to his lips, then forehead, then lips again, in what the pair could only assume was a gesture of farewell.
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Audric VIII
Established
Hurrah!
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 24
Physical Description: Of somewhat above average build and height, Audric doesn't have particularly memorable traits. He in general is described as cavalier in appearance, with light eyes and particularly dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Audric carries upon him a full set of sanctified plate and chainmail along with a helmet as protection, though he doesn't wear leather underneath with just wrapping instead. He is armed with a bland looking and somewhat short longsword bearing only the mark of his family and of it's blessing along with a knuckled dagger of the same make. His shield is something between a hearer and kite shield, and while carrying the Order's black cross one can see it is painted over the shape of Audric's family crest, an armoured Knight on a pegasus. He has hidden about his person a hand-crossbow that takes massive strength to wind up, allowing it to pack the punch of a big crossbow in a little frame. From it, he shoots an array of either stakes, silver bolts, or simple sanctified ones, potentially poisoned. Finally, arguably his greatest armament is a book of prayers, in which he has hidden coin and... utilities. Other than that he carries little on his travels about his person, preferring to live off the land or bring things on his horse, a quite massive black charger that tows carts alone.
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Post by Audric VIII on Feb 17, 2020 23:03:54 GMT -8
"Maybe, maybe. Or perhaps it is just some nations that are such." Audric replied. "And even if so, it would still be prudent for many to demand reparations much as a man found guilty of a crime only twenty years later is still sentenced." The Paladin really might have had a death wish.
He let the Arridi lead the way, looking with some curiosity at the sights before him. It was all quite interesting, even if Audric had no prior interest in such stylings. Entering the room he mirrored the Arridian's gesture and called back "Likewise!" as he left. The man finally took off his helmet, holding it in one arm and refraining from sitting or taking a drink. It was unlikely, but this could be another silly test of sorts.
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Lady Cassandra Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on Feb 20, 2020 18:19:03 GMT -8
Cassandra had similar thoughts to Audric, though she voiced them aloud.
"Do you think they mean it when they ask if we can take it? Would doing so be considered a sign of weakness? Or are we signing our death warrant?" She suddenly felt very nervous, and was wondering about every manner of her behavior. This was all quite more than she had expected out of this trip.
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