Dak
Established
Roleplay posts: 12 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Large isn't big enough to describe this man. He is hulking, perhaps giant blooded. His barrel chest is accompanied by a pot belly but thick muscles and calloused hands betray a laborers life. With a shaved head he strikes an imposing figure but is often rather lax and open in posture. His skin is deep bronze and jagged black lines of a tattoo cover most the right side of his body.
Clothes and Equipment: Dak is often shirtless. He wears simple cloth pants and sandals. He carries a large walking stick and has a pack of his assorted belongings.
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 21:38:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dak on Jun 24, 2015 20:21:33 GMT -8
"Ah." Dak said plainly. He didn't understand why anyone would get on one of those, but he also didn't like arguing and so decided to just go along. "It is a stunning view, Rictzin. Tell me friend, have you traveled far?"
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Rictzin Vauc'Druhr
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Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 18:02:04 GMT -8
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Post by Rictzin Vauc'Druhr on Jun 25, 2015 12:05:28 GMT -8
"I have traveled many lands, but in truth, not enough becaus because I haven't found what i'm looking for." Rictzin stated before lowering his and taking a deep breathe.
All the joy he had from finding out he had his own room disappeared. Depression set in and a mighty gust swept across the land and through the halls of the fortress. All he could think about now was his old home.
"Balaka, if you don't mind, i'd like to get to work. If there's enought wood, we'll begin framing the sky harbor and preparing the ships for sail. Something to keep me busy till our mission begins."
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Balaka Aal'Aarra
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Roleplay posts: 16 
Age: Dirt
Physical Description: Clothed in a black robe, her form is hidden from view. This short woman appears to be decrepit and old.
Clothes and Equipment: Black robe, medium sized bag filled with a variety of herbs, some practical, some of a religious nature. She also leans on a gnarled staff as she walks.
Registered: Jun 17, 2015 18:30:45 GMT -8
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Post by Balaka Aal'Aarra on Jun 26, 2015 12:52:36 GMT -8
Familiar with Rictzin's past, Balaka replied "There should be, at least for sections of it lets head back down to the war room and get some plans drawn up." The boy worried her, knowing he'd never really dealt with the loss of his own home.
The next few days would be busy, and that would help him. Hopefully, she'd get a chance to get to know Dak better as well.
((Hey guys, we're going to fast forward a bit, post what your characters did over the next couple days))
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Rictzin Vauc'Druhr
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Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 18:02:04 GMT -8
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Post by Rictzin Vauc'Druhr on Jun 26, 2015 18:50:39 GMT -8
"HEY ASSHOLE! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE THROWING STUFF! I'LL BEAT YOUR ASS IF SOMETHING HITS ME!" One could hear Rictzin yelling at one of his crew members.
"GO TO HELL, RICTZIN! YOU WON'T DO ANYTHING!" The man responded, flicking him off.
Unorthodox methods and explicit words passed from man to man. A few small fights and lightning bolts shot through the area. Nothing serious would ever happen between these men, their madness somehow made them a large family.
Large, wooden frames were built. The actual docks were three quarters done. Rictzin was hoping Dak could help by using his powers to put a shell on the outside.
A few minutes later, Rictzin yelled again, this time like thunder, "DAK! CAN YOU COME TO THE SKYHARBOR?!"
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Phoenix Dove
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Physical Description: About eight inches in length. They have a dark red color, males sporting black tips on the wings, while females are a solid red. They can fly at about twenty miles per hour and can dive at seventy five miles per hour. These birds are trained for message delivery and scouting due to their high intelligence. Due to their temperature, these birds are kept in special cages to prevent accidental fires.
Registered: Jun 11, 2015 17:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Phoenix Dove on Jun 27, 2015 16:45:36 GMT -8
A small red bird flew into the area, dropping a letter on Balaka's head.
"We are glad to see you are doing well with your fortress. As we have decided that we will keep your fortresses location a secret rxcept to those who must know, we will be delivering all messages via Phoenix Dove. You will receive your own personal Phoenix Doves shortly. Primarily used for deliver messages due to their intelligence, they are also a very destructive force if neccessary.
Anyhow, we have your first instructions. You are to head West. We need the Fists of the Phoenix to clear the borders and open it up so we may pursue our naval ambitions.
If you need anything such as supplies for construction, food, or water, send back a list with this dove. We will make a drop point for any future supplies after this first round.
Sincerely, The Phoenix State"
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Dak
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 22
Physical Description: Large isn't big enough to describe this man. He is hulking, perhaps giant blooded. His barrel chest is accompanied by a pot belly but thick muscles and calloused hands betray a laborers life. With a shaved head he strikes an imposing figure but is often rather lax and open in posture. His skin is deep bronze and jagged black lines of a tattoo cover most the right side of his body.
Clothes and Equipment: Dak is often shirtless. He wears simple cloth pants and sandals. He carries a large walking stick and has a pack of his assorted belongings.
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 21:38:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dak on Jun 28, 2015 9:26:47 GMT -8
Dak spent his time exploring his new home and organizing the builders efforts.
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Balaka Aal'Aarra
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Dirt
Physical Description: Clothed in a black robe, her form is hidden from view. This short woman appears to be decrepit and old.
Clothes and Equipment: Black robe, medium sized bag filled with a variety of herbs, some practical, some of a religious nature. She also leans on a gnarled staff as she walks.
Registered: Jun 17, 2015 18:30:45 GMT -8
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Post by Balaka Aal'Aarra on Jun 28, 2015 10:07:31 GMT -8
She spent her days working on the administrative aspects, getting inventories done, calculating expenses, writing letters here and there. When the dove came, she frowned slightly, and wrote back in the affirmative while changing some of her calculations.
By the time the days came to a close, she called the group together in the war room, a new map spread on the table.
"I'm afraid, children, we've had a change of plans."
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Rictzin Vauc'Druhr
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Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 18:02:04 GMT -8
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Post by Rictzin Vauc'Druhr on Jun 28, 2015 17:55:38 GMT -8
Moving into the war room, Rictzin took a spot around the table. He would study the map, listening to Balaka speak. He already knew, it was time to have a little fun.
"What's the change? Are we going somewhere?"
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Dak
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 22
Physical Description: Large isn't big enough to describe this man. He is hulking, perhaps giant blooded. His barrel chest is accompanied by a pot belly but thick muscles and calloused hands betray a laborers life. With a shaved head he strikes an imposing figure but is often rather lax and open in posture. His skin is deep bronze and jagged black lines of a tattoo cover most the right side of his body.
Clothes and Equipment: Dak is often shirtless. He wears simple cloth pants and sandals. He carries a large walking stick and has a pack of his assorted belongings.
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 21:38:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dak on Jun 28, 2015 18:19:11 GMT -8
The large man lumbered in at Balakas summons and nodded with Rictzins questions.
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Balaka Aal'Aarra
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Dirt
Physical Description: Clothed in a black robe, her form is hidden from view. This short woman appears to be decrepit and old.
Clothes and Equipment: Black robe, medium sized bag filled with a variety of herbs, some practical, some of a religious nature. She also leans on a gnarled staff as she walks.
Registered: Jun 17, 2015 18:30:45 GMT -8
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Post by Balaka Aal'Aarra on Jun 29, 2015 15:32:41 GMT -8
Gesturing on the map, she explained the situation. "We've received a message, from one of the few people above me on our chain of command, that we're going to clear this area, of anything dangerous in preparation for its colonization." She pointed to a location on the map of a bay "This location shall become the location of a new city for the State. In the area there are known groups of bandits, a pack of dragon-like creatures, some goblins, and probably some other unpleasant things. This is a bit of a step up from our initially planned venture, but I'm confident we can handle it."
She turns to the group, "My question is, how do you guys wish to go about this? You are both leaders of men, and no strategy should come from one person. So speak, children, what is on your minds?"
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Rictzin Vauc'Druhr
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Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 18:02:04 GMT -8
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Post by Rictzin Vauc'Druhr on Jun 29, 2015 18:06:05 GMT -8
"The map shows sandy with spots of green. I say we start at the smallest point, the North. We can use one ship to run the border while we are at work. From there, I don't know. Do you think the Scout Union outpost there would have a map suggesting where the enemy is? Knowledge is power in the battle with the unknown.
When we do engage anything in combat, we can drop Dak and his men on the ground one mile out. Me and my men will rain hell on them from above, mainly attacking structures such as towers and walls. By time Dak get's there, he should be able to finish the groundwork.
Once all visible enemies are taken care of, we all move on foot into the woodlands to push them out.
We can leave one ship here, with the allotted men, and they will carry on work. By time we return, they could have it close to done. This is the way I would do this. If they have no walls, we just attack from the ships and move on." Rictzin spoke, but willing to hear the other ideas because he had rarely ever been in something like this.
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Balaka Aal'Aarra
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Dirt
Physical Description: Clothed in a black robe, her form is hidden from view. This short woman appears to be decrepit and old.
Clothes and Equipment: Black robe, medium sized bag filled with a variety of herbs, some practical, some of a religious nature. She also leans on a gnarled staff as she walks.
Registered: Jun 17, 2015 18:30:45 GMT -8
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Post by Balaka Aal'Aarra on Jul 9, 2015 14:35:56 GMT -8
Balaaka nodded, and continued the discussion of tactics and planning for the soon to begin campaign.
Shortly, the required men and supplies were being loaded upon the ships, under Balaaka's supervision. The adventure on the Western Expanse was finally getting truly underway.
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Rictzin Vauc'Druhr
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Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 18:02:04 GMT -8
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Post by Rictzin Vauc'Druhr on Jul 11, 2015 17:26:00 GMT -8
(I guess we'll have Dak fall ill till he returns. It's the only way I know to carry him.)
Rictzin was ready to go, "Balaka, whenever you're ready to go, we can. The last of the supplies are being loaded. By time we get to the decks and everything is in place, the supplies will be loaded and we can finally begin our first mission!"
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